This poem is a brain dump that I have sat down on for a long time. The initial write was not complete – I think I was interrupted or stopped my flow midstream and never figured out how to finish the piece until today. It is a poetic response to a well meaning friend who decided to publicly call me out on my own Facebook Timeline rather than send me a private message about his concerns. I was so mad that instead of blasting him off I sat and wrote. What do I always say? Passion isn’t always about sex. Anyhow, this is my finished piece. I think that this will be one of the pieces that I record first.
“Call Me For Prayer”
“Call me for prayer…”
Where?
Blasted on FB
Publicly
As tho’ everyone should see how far I’ve fallen?
And I need help to get up
From who?
You?
Don’t make me laugh!
Your rod and staff don’t inspire confidence.
They bring out the beast in me
Make me snarl cruelly
Thinking how easy it would be
To wash you off in cuss words
Poetically…
I don’t need the high and mighty
“Call me for prayer…”
I need the brother who will be there
When tears flood my face
Who isn’t disgraced
To come alongside someone sitting in the dirt
And you wonder why I “flirt
With the world?”
‘Cause there’s more genuine love
Out here than under the pious stare
Of the righteous….
For real, don’t make me cuss
‘Cause all I’ve heard is how I’m throwing away my life
When all the while I’m battling loss
And when I need you, you gloss
Over my need and tell me
How I’ve fallen away?
Yet I remember the hugs
Surrounding me
when loss wracked my body
and no one offered to pray,
just allowed me to be;
not throwing jargon.
I’m sure that if I was next to Christ
He would comfort
Instead of consorting
Spitting religious verbosity
I know you mean well, see
But time and place would dictate
A privately penned message
Not a blast on my Timeline
For all to see
That you’re ‘helping’ me
‘Cause the same Christ you following
Said “Don’t let your left hand see
What your right hand is doing…”
So, in my ruling,
You need to wheel and come again
Or rather – don’t come back at all
‘Cause I don’t need to deal with all the emotion
You stir up; one simple message pulled up
And my day lost all its bearings
Like a doomed plane losing altitude
Veering to an explosive end.
I had to sit down and spend
The time to write this verse,
Expressing myself and saving you
From the curses rising unbridled to my lips
So save us both the bother and take a trip
Taking your, “Call me for prayer” with you…
Passion's Pleasure 
Clearly a kiss off but done with grace and tact. Well done–words and attitude.
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Posted by bittersweetverse | February 26, 2013, 12:20 PMThank you dear. I had to write to blow off steam… I’m glad I’m a poet… or I’d have bloody knuckles….
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 1:26 PMAs always I love the way you express yourself. Very well written thought out well great job, again I am very proud.
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Posted by empress colleen | February 26, 2013, 1:30 PMBloody knuckles ends up in jail…. keep letting off steam with the pen.
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Posted by empress colleen | February 26, 2013, 1:32 PMThanks babe 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 27, 2013, 9:20 AMI would have bloody sore knuckles right next to you. Well done.
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Posted by Susan L Daniels | February 26, 2013, 4:08 PMugh…that hurts, crit or confrontation surely belongs to private places and not on a FB timeline…so hope the two of you manage to have a private face to face talk as well to get clear with each other again…
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Posted by claudia | February 26, 2013, 4:12 PMHaven’t spoken to him since. Just felt to just not be bothered. But I’m glad I got it off my chest 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 27, 2013, 9:19 AMThe things people will post on FB is truly astounding – things that should be private but are laid bare for the whole world to see. Good for you for responding in verse, not in a reblast on FB. Peace, Linda
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Posted by Linda Kruschke | February 26, 2013, 4:14 PMThanks Linda. I wanted to inbox him the poem…. lol but it was in the simmering pot for a long time; no sense bringing up old stuff.
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 27, 2013, 9:19 AM‘Cause there’s more genuine love
Out here than under the pious stare
Of the righteous……..dang…aint that the truth….def passion does not always include sex…and we all need those brothers that will be there as well…lots of strength in your voice as well..
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Posted by brian miller | February 26, 2013, 4:19 PMFor real bro …. thanks 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 27, 2013, 9:18 AMI hope you find those brothers you need B. This hits the nail on the head for me too and the religious comes in the form of someone telling me I’m addicted to diet soda and that’s why I have an autoimmune disease… Bloody Knuckles… I feel ya! I’d love to hear this spoken with the inflection in your voice, if it’s as powerful heard as it is written, watch out!
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Posted by Apryl Gonzales Sweet (@SweetApryl) | February 26, 2013, 5:18 PMI will make sure you guys hear it once I record it. Addicted to diet soda …. man people are the worst…
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 27, 2013, 9:17 AMFamily motto… F*** ’em…!
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Posted by Stan Ski | February 26, 2013, 5:36 PMFor real LOL
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 9:39 PMIt’s strange to me how comfortable people are on Facebook to throw out all sorts of venom and vitriol and in this case it seems, with a side of self-righteousness. Sorry you were hurt publicly but glad you were able to let the emotion out through writing. That’s always my brand of therapy 🙂
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Posted by Lori McClure (@lorimcspeaks) | February 26, 2013, 5:50 PMLove writing for that 🙂 Thanks Lori 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 8:47 PMSome people have no class or common sense and want the world to “see” how wonderful they are, but in all actuality they are the one’s making a fool of themselves. A poetic thrashing is a wonderful thing!
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Posted by danadampier | February 26, 2013, 6:07 PMA poetic thrashing. I love that 🙂 Thanks 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 8:46 PMSometimes when I read poetry, I feel, “this would be great as spoken word!” Certainly gain this feeling from reading “Call Me For Prayer”.
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Posted by Matthew Andrako | February 26, 2013, 7:17 PMIt actually is a spoken word piece. I will record it and let you guys hear it 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 8:42 PMWow, a lot of emotion here. Sometimes, I think that Facebook is so destructive in many ways and I’ve never been able to pin point why exactly. I’m sorry this happened to you. I would feel betrayed as well. Did it help to get this out? Hope so 🙂
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Posted by Gretchen Leary | February 26, 2013, 8:06 PMOH yeah it helped …. poetry has always been my therapy 🙂 Thanks for your concern.
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 8:39 PMTell us how you really feel. Very honest writing. A strong voice and where there are some sincere folks on FB, most I agree are just postering.
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Posted by henryclemmons | February 26, 2013, 8:47 PMThanks so much!
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 8:49 PMThisis where we have the advantage, I think, as poets, able to express our feelings through the written word…. It’s too bad that people don’t think before they type more often, a very eloquent comeback you offer up here.
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Posted by kelly | February 26, 2013, 9:21 PMThank you so much Kelly!
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 26, 2013, 10:01 PMYou did a good job of expressing anger in the language and in the form. I agree with the earlier comments that this would be cool to hear. I also like the look, though. It seems to undulate or pulsate on the page with the longer and shorter lines. This was a f’ing awesome read.
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Posted by heidi | February 26, 2013, 11:55 PMyes i think facebook is a social space that requires a specific etiquette.
i hope there are other folks who are more helpful.
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Posted by lucychili | February 27, 2013, 2:42 AMThanks for the concern 🙂 I did find some friends to help me out 🙂
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Posted by PassionPoet | February 27, 2013, 9:12 AMOh how my words in pixel have saved myself, and by proxy others, from a much harsher wrath desiring of release. This pulses with your barely controlled anger. Well done my friend.
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Posted by Raivenne | March 17, 2013, 9:34 PMThanks …. I’m about to put up a new post so you can hear it via SoundCloud. (BTW, Can’t find u on FB anymore…. we need to rectify that!) 😉
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Posted by PassionPoet | March 17, 2013, 9:37 PMCheck out my new audio page 🙂 https://poetwhispers.wordpress.com/audio/
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Posted by PassionPoet | March 17, 2013, 9:50 PMOne single word: BOOM! Like, no – they did NOT post something like that on your FB timeline. What gave them the right? Obviously they didn’t care enough to inbox you with a kind word and a number to call. Sigh. I have no words of wisdom except that your response was spot on and I hope you posted it on your timeline UNDER theirs. Great job even though yuh did vex vex vex 🙂
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Posted by galeweithers | October 13, 2013, 2:33 PMI had deleted their comment off my timeline coz my response would have not been poetic. The string of cuss words I would have typed would have been poetic in its own way….
When I finished writing this piece I left it alone as it was over a year since the offending post had been written.
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Posted by PassionPoet | October 13, 2013, 3:55 PM