Praise be to Him

[yargh ye landlubbers]

Let me know what you think of this poem. It is very rough, but i think it is alright. If you have any constructive criticism, let me know...

You know not what lies ahead, but you know the lies of the world;
The world, oppressive, forcing it’s norms into your mind,
But rebel, me hearties, rebel!
For He shows us the way, pointing a Noodly Appendage
In the right direction.

Close your ears, my Pastafarians,
Let not the views of others sway ye from Him.
Stand up strong against the oppressors!
They will not take away our beliefs!
For His Saucy love is loyal and true.

Lift your spirits high, my brethrens,
Show the world your love for Him:
Our creator, His Pastanessly Greatness.
For he hast given us everything,
Yet he demands nothing.

They may not see him, but we do see him;
His Noodly Greatness aloft in the sky.
He watches our every move,
And he is there when we need him most,
Lending His Noodly Appendage.

[Cpt Celle]

Argh! it is written, thus it must be true. Ramen.

[DaveL]

That's beautiful man, just beautiful!

[darkstone]

hey that was pretty good.

[yargh ye landlubbers]

lol thanks everybody

[Andrey Kurtenkov]

Your poem is simply beautiful and touches the heart.
Last night I wrote a short poem in Esperanto, dedicated to Our Lord; the concept and the rhythm are partly borrowed from the poem “The Red Squadrons” of Bulgarian poet Hristo Smirnenski (1898-1923):

En mateno de hela ero,
per la forĉo de espero,
venas viglaj pastafaroj
vere fluganta gefratoj.

Ah, vi flugu, Nia Monstro!
Vin observas milionoj
serĉiantaj vermiĉeloj
per espero kaj per amo.

Kaj la bona pastafaro
post la malfermita pordo
trovos la eternan vivon
en pastafara paradizo!