
this week i have a poem and a partial poem. first the partial poem is from the book"A Book for Boys and Girls or Temporal Things Spritualized" by John Bunyan (the pilgrims progress author) the section i have is from the poem "the sinner and the spider" and i'm amazed that some one could get so much from looking at a spider. i guess that when you are locked in a 17th century prison for not conforming to the Church of England you have time to think of higher things.
so when your not locked in a prison your thoughts are distracted by the stupid vanity of the world. so not all my poems are serious affairs about God; some are just plane whimsical in nature. at lest i think that my poem is funny. not so much Rofl or even lol but more like Nelson (the Simpsons bully) ha ha funny. and since theses are both about spiders i thought i put them together in this post to show the difference between a good God centered poet and me an idiot.
sinner and the spider
Thou venomed thing, I know not what to call thee,
The dregs of nature surely did befall thee,

Thou wast made of the dross and scum of all,
Man hates thee; doth, in scorn, thee spider call.
Spider.
My venom's good for something, 'cause God made it,
Thy sin hath spoiled thy nature, doth degrade it.
Of human virtues, therefore, though I fear thee,
I will not, though I might, despise and jeer thee.
Thou say'st I am the very dregs of nature,
Thy sin's the spawn of devils, 'tis no creature.
Thou say'st man hates me 'cause I am a spider,
Poor man, thou at thy God art a derider;
My venom tendeth to my preservation,
Thy pleasing follies work out thy damnation.
Poor man, I keep the rules of my creation,
Thy sin has cast thee headlong from thy station.
I hurt nobody willingly, but thou
Art a self-murderer; thou know'st not how
To do what good is; no, thou lovest evil;
Thou fliest God's law, adherest to the devil.
The Tap Dancing Spider
Whose stage was set on my typewriter
the rhythm he got from the songs in his head
He would dance all night without being fed
He was the best tapping spider you ever did see
Even better than that Michael flatly
He would jump and spin all in his dance
he only stopped to fix a split in his pants
I knew the news of this spider had to be said
But to my dismay he is now dead
It seems I forgot his stage was my typewriter
And the first letter of this poem was the end of our dear spider
the poem "Tap dancing spider” is copyrighted by Chris Carey 2008
Ps
John Bunyan's complete poem can be read here






