Post by FilmFlaneur on Apr 26, 2024 14:43:16 GMT
It seemed discriminatory to have Christian and Jewish religious poetry on this board without other faiths being represented.
Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum,
On top some grated Parmesan.
Our Noodly Lord
Bobby Henderson
High in the sky, unseen by the masses
Enlightening people as he silently passes
Extending an appendage that’s noodly in shape
He gives people wisdom, leaving them mouth agape.
Though nobody knows what his intentions may be,
One thing is certain; it’s easy to see:
His Noodliness is benevolent and wise
Dishing out knowledge as he flies through the skies.
The FSM is here to help
Floating around like a great ball of kelp
Though he can enlighten, go through walls, and fly
We must always ask ourselves why
He does the things that he does
For we are forever in his debt because,
Whether he’s friendly, helpful, or just bored
He will always love us, Our Noodly Lord.
Ramen... Said The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
David John Brompton
Spaghetti is awesome, spaghetti is nice,
spaghetti you should make, until you have thighs,
the size of a tractor, or maybe at least,
until on spaghetti, you cannot more feast...
The sauce for spaghetti important is, true,
it red is, or white, or perhaps even blue,
the making of sauce should be up to, well, you,
do not make spaghetti, lest you have a clue...
Spaghetti with you, you can always bring too,
regardless of whether you are at the zoo,
just don't feed the penguins, the sign this should say,
spaghetti the force is that always true stays...
Now, cheese with spaghetti should rarely be blue,
though, should you prefer that, the recipe's true,
each person spaghetti that always can eat,
should have a convention, where they all can meet...
Of pirates, or beer, I would say only this:
religion allows me to say "Now just kiss...",
don't be drunk about it, spaghetti is God,
invent what to pirate, just do not make fraud.
Prayer To The Omnipotent FSM
'Adam'
May my memories of yesterday
be true and not due to you,
mixing them about any which way.
Further, when tomorrow comes then
I wish to be me you see and not to be
a bowl of daffodils (or even of ramen).
That even the now is how I perceive.
No arcane chains on my brain puppeting me
in ludicrous performances I cannot conceive.
May my feeling that you are good and just
not be a sick trick to hide the prosaic
reality that you just enjoy fooling us
That an omnipotent being, being so perfect,
does not mind, we find, the mind it created
actually making use of its intellect.
I pray that your motives I would not condemn.
That my appeals, though real, are a futile ordeal,
not needed, for you would not require them.
This last effort is the best with ambitious enjambment and interesting rhymes. The others don't seem to be taking things seriously.
Of related literary interest is:
cdn.centerforinquiry.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/29/2011/09/22164322/p54.pdf
Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum,
On top some grated Parmesan.
Our Noodly Lord
Bobby Henderson
High in the sky, unseen by the masses
Enlightening people as he silently passes
Extending an appendage that’s noodly in shape
He gives people wisdom, leaving them mouth agape.
Though nobody knows what his intentions may be,
One thing is certain; it’s easy to see:
His Noodliness is benevolent and wise
Dishing out knowledge as he flies through the skies.
The FSM is here to help
Floating around like a great ball of kelp
Though he can enlighten, go through walls, and fly
We must always ask ourselves why
He does the things that he does
For we are forever in his debt because,
Whether he’s friendly, helpful, or just bored
He will always love us, Our Noodly Lord.
Ramen... Said The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
David John Brompton
Spaghetti is awesome, spaghetti is nice,
spaghetti you should make, until you have thighs,
the size of a tractor, or maybe at least,
until on spaghetti, you cannot more feast...
The sauce for spaghetti important is, true,
it red is, or white, or perhaps even blue,
the making of sauce should be up to, well, you,
do not make spaghetti, lest you have a clue...
Spaghetti with you, you can always bring too,
regardless of whether you are at the zoo,
just don't feed the penguins, the sign this should say,
spaghetti the force is that always true stays...
Now, cheese with spaghetti should rarely be blue,
though, should you prefer that, the recipe's true,
each person spaghetti that always can eat,
should have a convention, where they all can meet...
Of pirates, or beer, I would say only this:
religion allows me to say "Now just kiss...",
don't be drunk about it, spaghetti is God,
invent what to pirate, just do not make fraud.
Prayer To The Omnipotent FSM
'Adam'
May my memories of yesterday
be true and not due to you,
mixing them about any which way.
Further, when tomorrow comes then
I wish to be me you see and not to be
a bowl of daffodils (or even of ramen).
That even the now is how I perceive.
No arcane chains on my brain puppeting me
in ludicrous performances I cannot conceive.
May my feeling that you are good and just
not be a sick trick to hide the prosaic
reality that you just enjoy fooling us
That an omnipotent being, being so perfect,
does not mind, we find, the mind it created
actually making use of its intellect.
I pray that your motives I would not condemn.
That my appeals, though real, are a futile ordeal,
not needed, for you would not require them.
This last effort is the best with ambitious enjambment and interesting rhymes. The others don't seem to be taking things seriously.
Of related literary interest is:
cdn.centerforinquiry.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/29/2011/09/22164322/p54.pdf