Jesus was More Popular than Guns

brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,032
edited April 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Jesus was More Popular than Guns

A homeless man stands
In the dust of a freeway onramp.
With head bowed and hands folded,
He thinks to himself
And prays to his god saying
It’s time to get out of here.

The eye as camera pans fast
Passing on its way to gas or
Something more delectable.
There’s no time to stop and think
About anything as trivial
As a lost cause.

Jesus was more popular than guns
So said the polls, five to one.
At the feet of Pontius Pilate
He could have saved himself with
The arsenal he’d brought along.
But he saw that Pilot had a dog

And he belong to the SPCA
And to the ASPCA
And the FoA and the IDA
And he broke bread with PITA
And turned water into wine with SWAT
And he knew Pilate's dog might get caught

In the blaze of cross fire.

And he hung around a while.

And the crowd settled down.

And the sound of marching feet
Moved in slowly from the west.

And the Shiny Purple Metallic Armor
That gave its people no rest
Put the vote to a test and called

For a recount of anyone left.
And the judge sat on his cushion
And announced the decision was
Made. “Hear ye, hear ye,
It is by decree of the jury that hence force
It shall be recognized that Jesus
Is no longer more popular than guns!

©brian lux 2013
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    brianlux wrote:
    Jesus was More Popular than Guns

    A homeless man stands
    In the dust of a freeway onramp.
    With head bowed and hands folded,
    He thinks to himself
    And prays to his god saying
    It’s time to get out of here.

    The eye as camera pans fast
    Passing on its way to gas or
    Something more delectable.
    There’s no time to stop and think
    About anything as trivial
    As a lost cause.

    Jesus was more popular than guns
    So said the polls, five to one.
    At the feet of Pontius Pilate
    He could have saved himself with
    The arsenal he’d brought along.
    But he saw that Pilot had a dog

    And he belong to the SPCA
    And to the ASPCA
    And the FoA and the IDA
    And he broke bread with PITA
    And turned water into wine with SWAT
    And he knew Pilate's dog might get caught

    In the blaze of cross fire.

    And he hung around a while.

    And the crowd settled down.

    And the sound of marching feet
    Moved in slowly from the west.

    And the Shiny Purple Metallic Armor
    That gave its people no rest
    Put the vote to a test and called

    For a recount of anyone left.
    And the judge sat on his cushion
    And announced the decision was
    Made. “Hear ye, hear ye,
    It is by decree of the jury that hence force
    It shall be recognized that Jesus
    Is no longer more popular than guns!

    ©brian lux 2013

    :clap: more please !
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,032
    rollings wrote:

    :clap: more please !

    Om my! :oops: But since you insist... :)

    This is my only other "religious icon" poem inspired by a billboard I saw in the state of Washington (it's actually a song I wrote but don't quite have the music worked out):

    Billboard Jesus

    Jesus was a logger-dude
    He worked out in the woods
    Wore flannel shirts with halos ‘round
    The ankles of his boots.


    Jesus was a lager-dude
    Turned water into beer
    When loaves and fishes weren’t enough
    He’d go out and shoot a deer


    Jesus was a lodger, dude,
    He stayed in a motel
    Just down the road from Maggie’s bar
    Where drifters came and went from hell


    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude


    Jesus was dodger, dude
    He skipped right out of town
    With three nails in his leather vest
    And a rusted thorny crown.


    Jesus signed off, “Roger, Dude,”
    When he headed on for home.
    Slammed two whiskeys, kicked it in
    And throttled down the road.

    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    brianlux wrote:
    rollings wrote:

    :clap: more please !

    Om my! :oops: But since you insist... :)

    This is my only other "religious icon" poem inspired by a billboard I saw in the state of Washington (it's actually a song I wrote but don't quite have the music worked out):

    Billboard Jesus

    Jesus was a logger-dude
    He worked out in the woods
    Wore flannel shirts with halos ‘round
    The ankles of his boots.


    Jesus was a lager-dude
    Turned water into beer
    When loaves and fishes weren’t enough
    He’d go out and shoot a deer


    Jesus was a lodger, dude,
    He stayed in a motel
    Just down the road from Maggie’s bar
    Where drifters came and went from hell


    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude


    Jesus was dodger, dude
    He skipped right out of town
    With three nails in his leather vest
    And a rusted thorny crown.


    Jesus signed off, “Roger, Dude,”
    When he headed on for home.
    Slammed two whiskeys, kicked it in
    And throttled down the road.

    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude
    Logger Dude

    Brian, you've been holding out on us
    this, I know

    :clap: I love the logger dude
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,032
    rollings wrote:

    Brian, you've been holding out on us
    this, I know

    :clap: I love the logger dude

    Thank you, Rollings! When I finally get my little anthology together, you and Chadwick will get the first copies as thanks and for inspiration to keep writing. :)
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    brianlux wrote:
    rollings wrote:

    Brian, you've been holding out on us
    this, I know

    :clap: I love the logger dude

    Thank you, Rollings! When I finally get my little anthology together, you and Chadwick will get the first copies as thanks and for inspiration to keep writing. :)

    sounds wonderful, thank you :mrgreen:
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    what great song this would be !

    Godfather.
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    hello mr. brian
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,032
    chadwick wrote:
    hello mr. brian

    Hi there, Sir Chadwick. :wave:
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    Way to get the Debate started. New Day! :lol:
  • JeanwahJeanwah Posts: 6,363
    Nice writing, Brian!
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    wow
    i mean fucking wow
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    Both could be a song. Good Work!
    It definitely give's a visual. :)
  • JonnyPistachioJonnyPistachio Posts: 10,219
    Nice!

    The poll shows 5to1. ;)
    Pick up my debut novel here on amazon: Jonny Bails Floatin (in paperback) (also available on Kindle for $2.99)
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