NaPM, April 27, 2020

[Quixilated]

Only 4 more to go!     

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.


Topic: you are a god.
Write a poem from the perspective of a god-like or powerful being. 

This promt is brought to you courtesy of PWoF 2016 (topic #2)

Form: any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

[Todd]

Unanswered Prayer

I hear each one of you
at the same time, each one
at the same time. Your voices
are a swarm of bees. You speak
like I’m deaf—an unclimbable,
smooth wall, or uncaring,
an empty cloud
without power or tears.
The sky is not closed to you

because of what I lack,
but because of what I possess.
Yet, I am a genie in your story used
to fulfill wishes, but I’ve read that story.
I’ve read every story. The shadows
that surround you may pass or should
remain. I see beyond the pages.
Do you provide all your children request?
You see further. It isn’t fair;
I cannot pray. I can only turn to myself,
and I am the source and end
of every prayer--and light beyond all shadow.

[dukealien]

Verily


Verily, if I were God
the first thing I would do
is make a set of Rules.

My Rules would include
a degree of randomness
at certain levels.

With my Rules in place
things like light and firmaments
would just come to pass.

(Or classes which weren’t things
or things which were not classes–
though I think I might keep Being.)

Then I would create an Engineer
who would explain the consequences
of all my Rules (as well as how

he’d have done it better).  I
would thank my Engineer and send him
off to build bridges or something.

And then I would make some Dice
and play with them to show Albert Einstein
he knows squat about immortals.

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@Todd  -

Brilliantly cruel!

[Keith]

A deserved divinity

Does a God need gas and air
to carry the agony of a second degree tear,
are pain and suffering prerequisites
for the right to be worshiped?

I always thought my miracles would be
instantaneous with a serene
wave of an unseen hand, but creation
is dragged from the battlefields.

Bloody and bandaged stretchered
and stitched, the clink of steel
clamps and the moaning of the sick,
I waited for shock to throw its stone.

As the world was lifted into my arms
he wept at my hand, vowed to follow
our every step and breath together,
a promise he will keep forever and ever.

[dukealien]

@JaggedEdge - Nicely reasoned!  You could go back to the NAPM challenges earlier in the month here.... it's often done.