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The Preacher

Posted by Yutka on November 19, 2008 - 17:46
from the ABC set Yutka's poems

Words come easily
to his smiling lips.
His handsome face
is so very attractive
with the blue flash in his eyes.
But when he knelt, said
he was filled with the Holy Ghost,
holding the weeping girl down,
my flesh crawled,
seeping poison.

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Comments

littleditty | November 19, 2008 - 18:35

seething...easily makes me boil over with many spitting words, do you think should i post them?! - very effective, compact poem Yutka - well done indeed xx

Bradene | November 20, 2008 - 11:42

Brilliant piece Yutka, all too easy too imagine, all too horrible, all too true. Valx

Nathan Bednarek | December 16, 2008 - 09:18

Val said it all. Yes, it's disturbing how familiar this is- you see it everywhere.

Good poem, well done.

Nathan.

Yutka | January 30, 2009 - 12:10

thank you my friend. It seems you all have met such a "preacher"? Yutka:)