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Bad Christian Poetry

Now incorporating Bad Political Poetry

Skin Deep

the angels sang in harmony, relief was the sigh

no more burdened hearts, with the unequal cry

equality had been found, a blessing from above

the day the world found out, there was no colour in love

God's Tender Hand

the meadows and the moor lands, the wildflower seeks a quiet

place the surprises of great beauty, paint a smile upon the face

the mysterious beauty, a dressing of colour on the land

lovingly kept in order, by God's tender hand

The author of these pieces prefaced them with these explanatory words :

Hello my name is Tyron Allbright. I was born in the Midlands. I would like to class myself as just an ordinary backstage sort of a person, who has a great fondness for pets. I have always experienced great pleasure working the land and wood carving, until an injury to my hand led me to the path of poetry.

And out of sheer frustration, a new door opened up for me. I had some work published (which amazed me because I had never written before.)

Then came a constant stream of published work, to which I would like to express sincere thanks to the International Library of Poetry, and Forward Press Ltd. for their encouragement which led me here.

I would like to think my poetry puts across the message of equality for all races and a productive, creative life to each and everyone who shares God's world.

At least we now have some names of organisations who are claiming responsibility for such international linguistic terrorism.

We by Carlton Scott © Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be duplicated or copied without the expressed written consent of the author.	Oops! I forgot to get permission!
We raise our flag as a symbol of patriotism
We place our hand over our heart to the pledge of allegiance	OK. No meter or rhyme seems to be present to challenge us. Makes the job easier.
We say on our currency in God we trust	Some people might have included some quotation marks to quote the words... never mind. Move on.
Yet we don't govern our laws according to Gods word	Yet we can't use apostrophes...
We take from the poor and give to the rich	Ah! A classical allusion to Robin Hood!
We won't provide free health care for people	With scanning like this...
Who are not able to afford it	... one wonders why the writer...
We give big tax breaks to big corporations	... chose a poem rather than an essay.
They take our american jobs over seas for cheaper labor	They also take away Capital Letters and unnecessarily split words like "overseas".
We give tax breaks to insurance companies	I love the way this poem SCANS, don't you? There's nothing like the scansion of "insurance companies" in iambic pentameter (or whatever unfortunate meter this poem is torturing)
they in return raise our health care premiums	Byron would be weeping at this point in the poem. I am.
We go to other countries and fight for thier freedom	We go, but we can't spell. Rah! Rah! We's AERMEIRICANN! Yah! Wah! Goo! Hoo!? We make noise, not sense. We got bible - no understand, but we got. Shoot bad peeps. Commies - Talibannies - what? Rah! Kill! Cool! An extract from next year's State of the Union address (draft 1)
Yet the president won't take the lead and grant the District of
Columbia full voting rights in congress	Huh? I dig poems with albatrosses and Alph (the sacred river). Should this poem have been a Letter to the Editor?
We tell our children one thing and we do another	We should tell our children: NEVER PUBLISH RUBBISH.
They hear us on the phone saying how we hate each other	On the phone? Which hateful person is this poet talking about on the telephone where his children can overhear?
sister against sister brother against brother
Envy bitterness unforgivess could this represent God I wonder?	*What?* A new science of punctuation? "Unforgivess"? What is this strange new word? No wonder the world is scared of America.

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