You're frustrating, God!
I want you to know that.
You drive me crazy-
Well met in this combat.
You drive in your swords
And parry my movings,
And speak in a voice
That hardly is soothing.
Don't make me give up!
I know well I won't win.
You're just so frustrating
You do me right in.
Why be so elusive?
I just want a word
On a lace doily,
Shaken, not stirred.
You're giving me sawdust-
I asked directly for steak.
You're trying to see, I guess,
If I'll bend and not break.
My hopeless victory
Against such a foe
Is all at the moment
I know. Don't let go
For I won't. You're a puzzle,
And I'm sick of this fight.
I'm wrong and I know it.
There, at least, I am right.
Come here, already!
I've something to prove.
I don't know what it is yet,
I just know it's your move.
Don't sit there smiling.
I wait on my toes
With no particular goal
But to argue I suppose.
Darn your complaisance!
I won't let go the fight!
I'm not gonna let go
Till you bless me tonight.
No, don't undo me
With that infinite care.
You know I can't resist that.
You don't play fair.
Don't you dare have that twinkle
Of love in your eyes!
Don't you call my swordplay
Half-hearted tries.
I'm serious, God!
I'm calling you out.
Don't you change my mind;
Don't you make me doubt
That my argument's valid.
I mean it this time.
I mean every word
Of this spirited rhyme!
I've something to say-
I'm not sure what it is,
But nothing you say
Will deter me from this.
Not even that smile
Or that lovely embrace.
Can't you see the anger
All over my face?
No? Well perhaps
It's faded a bit.
Sometimes it does that
When you come here and sit,
And laugh, and love me
Right out of my mettle,
And I forget what the score was
I meant to settle.
Oh, darn you anyway.
I wouldn't have won.
Fine! I'll concede,
Drop my weapon; I'm done.
But I won't... OK, maybe
Just one little kiss.
But, I'm telling you, don't
Make a fuss over this.
Yeah, you were right:
I was loved all along.
You've stripped my disguise,
My defenses are gone.
You and your love!
It drives me insane.
But I've done it before
And I'll do it again;
I'll run from your love.
I don't get what you do.
My weapons are nothing
When I'm faced with you.
All of my arguments
Crumble to dust
Because you don't get worried,
You don't raise a fuss.
Though I'm incorrigible,
And not fighting-shy,
You just love me- that's all,
And I'll never know why.
postscript
An amusing poem written in bemused, head-shaking amazement at God. When it comes to Him, I only fight half-heartedly. Well, how do you expect me to resist?