The Pathetic Book of Poetry - 04/08/2014
by V. Blake
Our very own Jody Pratt was cool enough to put together a book of poetry using submissions from Pathetic members. Read more about it in the forums--you can even just click this link if you're feeling lazy, so no excuses.
Thanks go out to Jody for his efforts and to everyone who submitted their work to make it possible. Go get yourself a copy!
New Server - 08/03/2013
by Gavin M Roy
The site has been moved to a new server which should address the ongoing login issues for the past week or so.
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen Contest Results - 09/20/2011
by V. Blake
Well, the extended contest is over, and we have our results! Congratulations to our winners, and a sincere thanks to all the participants!
Scarecrow by Frankie Sanchez and Steven Kenworthy
Everyone else! (Sorry. The submissions were too few to warrant runner-up selections!)
There wasn't a huge pool of submissions this time around, but all the ones we got were awesome. Thanks again everybody.
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen Contest - 08/28/2011
by V. Blake
Well, the initial closing of the contest was to take place last night, but as we've only had two submissions so far, I have decided to extend the date by a couple of weeks to give everyone some more time. I understand collaborations don't always get done in a neat schedule, so I am hoping this will allow for a bit more competition.
Poem of the Day for 08/27/16
by Amanda J Cobb
You doubt my omnipotence,
my existence, vast and timeless;
sadly, I can understand.
If I see and know all,
if I create and control all,
why do such atrocities
still happen in this garden?
My children, your ignorance grieves me.
I gave over control
of the greater part of your destinies
the very moment you became
beings independent of me.
Free will has been both bane and blessing.
You are free to make
your own choices, yes;
once in a century or so, you
prove yourselves capable of such genius,
but then always fall back
to squabbling over irrelevancies.
And I cannot interfere. That
was the limitation I put
on my own power
the day you were born.
I try, I do try
to reach you,
to make you once again
remember what is truly important,
what is sacred,
how you should live -
does not the sun still rise
on spring mornings to sparkle
on leaf-caught dewdrops?
Doesn't the ocean still pound on the shore
in my age-old pattern?
Is there not still love and beauty,
birth and death, wonder
The living world I gave to you
is a sacrament, as are you,
though you have forgotten,
just as you have forgotten that
you possess the gift of free thought
and what that implies about blame.
As if Heaven forbid you take
responsibility for your own lives.
I assure you, it's quite the opposite.
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