The 42 sins
For the sin of unfolding the colours inside
Holding the edges too soon
For deceit hastily denied
Forsaking the light of the moon
Holding an answer with no excuse
The question abandoned
In essence of time a ruse
For the sin of underhanded
For the hoarding of dust
Gathered in pools
That the innocent trust
Taken from gullible fools
The cutting of rope
Work of a blunt knife
A mirror with no hope
The tears of a life.
For the sin of offering cause
Non to collect
Not giving a pause
To the effect
Deaf to the shriek
The tearing of veil
Forsaking of the meek
The oil of a whale
For the silencing of bells
None shall toll
The casting of spells
Placing pins in a doll
Who shall place a rock
Upon a sapling
To mock
Those that come crawling
The sin of twisting
Words of the innocent
In falsely resisting
The gestures of the decent
The splitting of hairs
With no regard
The graceless airs
A Piercing shard.
So hurry not on the road to hell
The gatekeepers await
For they can foretell
The story of your fate
The final ring of the bell
As the hour grows late
Comment: I found this work by our fellow correspondent, mcohen, to be so damned good that I had to publish it as a stand alone post. Enjoy.
TTG
Very Good….Read…Thanks For …a Very Good Poem…Deep…
Nicely done! “praise poets and their pens”
But shouldn’t good poetry be heard? I thought you lived in or near NYC. Don’t they have an open mic venue near you. You’d bring the house down.
Ttg.Thank you for posting my poem.
The title 42 sins just came to me.
Then i googled 42 sins afterwards and discovered the ancient egypt connection.Bit of a coincidence.The picture goes well with it.
https://houseoftruth.education/en/library/sacred-writings/egyptian-book-of-the-dead-42-negative-confessions
mcohen,
The number 42 is also the “Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything” in Douglas Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a trilogy in five books.
mccohen,
This seems like an indictment of the people currently running and ruining the world.
For they most certainly are guilty of hoarding the dust, silencing the bells, twisting the words, etc.
Good work.
Frankie p
Frankie,thank you
The thing is,these are not the big ones,you know,like genocide etc but small insidious types that barely go noticed,but do the most damage to society as a whole.
Excellent, mcohen.
I truly enjoy your poems – and I’m not a big poetry fan. You are gifted and I thank you for sharing.
To do their jobs properly in the heat of the Sun,
Requires them seeing that it can be done,
And to overlook the faults of those it concerns,
For in the heat of the Sun everyone burns.