Title IX in heaven?

Why didn’t god give angels
genitalia, cocks and breasts
with which to fill out
their glistening white robes?

Was he worried
that a penis would breed
envy? Breasts correlating to wanton
angels lusting over more
than the honor of rejoicing?
All trembling in his presence
from more than just praise?

Or was the intent
that body parts,
however engrossing,
not be a status symbol,
their absence leveling-
a eunuch society
where peerless qualities,
unparalleled virtues
are paramount.

one has to consider,
He came to earth

as a perfect man.

akin the angels,
he is missing something
as well.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. slpmartin
    Jan 30, 2013 @ 04:46:47

    Hmm…an interesting point made in this verse.


  2. aintnoninny
    Jan 30, 2013 @ 05:48:19

    Powerful and thoughtful.


  3. warmginger
    Jan 30, 2013 @ 05:52:28

    Love it, but after my escapades yesterday on RoS, I’m too scared to comment on poetry ever again! 😉


  4. simonhlilly
    Jan 30, 2013 @ 08:55:05

    Drones and soldiers, buzzing around the honey, honey. Fumes and smoke get their tails a-shakin’.


  5. simonhlilly
    Jan 30, 2013 @ 09:02:01

    According to the Pentateuch. They were f******* everything that moved. Now the Church has taken over that role after emasculating the postmen of the Lord. Angels somehow have turned from wheels and eyes of fire to sly lust objects of auto-erotic second/thrid rate artists. Religion turns from violence to sentimentality, easy target for human neuroses, it seems.


  6. faceatthewindow
    Jan 30, 2013 @ 20:09:39

    What a first stanza: that’s one hell of a question to start a poem with…BAM!


  7. Ray Sharp
    Jan 31, 2013 @ 20:32:14

    Odds are there is a planet
    where a million bless-ed angels
    in their smooth and hairless skin
    that glows faintly in the dark
    sing their joyful hymns of praise
    from their perfect rounded mouths
    that also serve for kissing.

    You could almost be my angel
    with your wavy reddish hair
    and translucent peachy skin
    that freckles in the sun
    except for the condition
    by your own simple admission
    of your Earthly belly button.


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