Poem -

making nevermind

can make yourself a heaven
when hellbent on finding god

hold your soul up to the reaper
when you're fixed to find a god

pay a threepence to the priestman
won't make no nevermind

if you can't convince your own self
that a god you'll ever find

 

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Rory McGinlay

The last half of the lines I like the best. Anger in this, not subtle 

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Marion

Subtle??? ... don't think I know what the word means 😆😆 thanks R x

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Neville

Just remember .. You are not alone .. No kidding .. Neville x

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Marion

It's a comfort to know I'm not my friend. Thankyou x

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Marion

PS...I couldn't find one of yours I've not read Nev...so maybe you need to get those fingers tapping again ? Hugs x

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Neville

p.s

Your wish is my command xx

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Marion

I can only agree with you B... that is exactly what poetry is for. Thankyou x

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Being Me

And that's the crux of it. Isn't it?  Believing. You just have to believe. You can make up whatever you want to or you can choose to believe in something that others tell you about. At the end of the day it's all in the belief because proof gives us nothing. If we believe in something strongly enough, who is to say it's not real?

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Marion

I liken my faith to picking petals off daisies. I believe...I don't believe... I believe....etc etc lol. Thanks Tina... always appreciated X

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