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Comment by Xoandre Moats on December 20, 2012 at 11:01am

Tricky Ears

Jump out of my hat with your tricky ears,
Knock over the future so filled with tears;
Pound away the passions with your gravest fears:
Those are the marks of your youthful years.

Drop dead from my back as you dine on me,
Trip under the brown cord of electricity;
Reap what I have shown you ~ insanity ~
As you age your face dies but you fail to see…

Descend into heaven as you wished to do,
Say hi to all the angels and dead gods too,
For I ascend to hell with my devoted few.
The truth of after life was hidden from you…

Now I must reign over all from my hell perching:
Watch them worship a distraught god churching.
Evermore are my followers endlessly searching,
Rescuing hateful souls from your god the urchin.

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Insight:

In October 1999, I was invited to a pot-luck at the church I had attended as a child, a place of desolate grey hairs and prejudiced preachings which led me to revolt and realize how wrong the brainwashing of children is in a world of enlightened Atheists like my current self…

As I visited with family, extended and their friends – the remaining living embers of the place – I began to consider how I would speak to them if they came to me with their religious fanaticism which was laced with racist pride and more evil than holiness… This poem is the series of thoughts which I only later formed into something more concise and meaningful than the impromptu thoughts that were jaunting around my head while I was at the place.

Caring for my family’s pride and not wishing to either embarrass myself nor to cause a scene of discomfort for those around me, I had kept my thoughts and blasphemies to myself. Let them all have their meaningless prayers and enjoy what little they have of the projected confidence which they feel to be the power of god, but which is merely their own peace of mind in a world bathing in fear of death and the unknown…

Comment by Hank Hell on July 15, 2012 at 9:21pm

Pt2

Out four young Oysters hurried up.
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.'

'But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
'Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
'No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

'But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
'Do you admire the view?'

'It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
'Cut us another slice-
I wish you were not quite so deaf-
I've had to ask you twice!'

'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
'To play them such a trick.
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
'The butter's spread too thick!'

'I weep for you,'the Walrus said:
'I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

--Lewis Carroll

Comment by Hank Hell on July 15, 2012 at 9:20pm

The Walrus and the carpenter pt1

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
'It's very rude of him.' she said,
'To come and spoil the fun!'

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead --
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand.'

'If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
'That they could get it clear?'
'l doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

'O Oysters, come and walk with us!
The Walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

--Lewis Carroll

Comment by Willson Stoner on April 10, 2012 at 6:57pm

Dave's Door to Door Ministry

by W. D. Stoner

The guy appearing at my door

wore a suit and tie,

polished shoes and hair combed neat,

he looked me in the eye.

He said “Hi my name is Dave.”

and handed me a tract,

“You need to accept Jesus

because he's a real true fact.

If you believe what I'm telling you

a buddy he will be.

You'll get to live for quite awhile,

in fact eternally.

If you decide he's not your chum

and pass on the whole bit,

Gentle Jesus meek and mild

will throw you in the pit.

To burn for all eternity

and never waste away.

Remember Jesus loves you

and have a super day”.

Comment by Shinken Del Fénix on July 8, 2011 at 11:18pm

Hey all, I'm an atheist poet and and here's my poem on religion: http://shinkendelfenix.wordpress.com/2011/06/05/faith/

Comment by Zach Hooper on June 2, 2011 at 9:15pm

Who does this to us?

Blinded, hindered, plagued,

the entire world is staged.

Mind and soul alike,

take what they can take,

hand us a shield and pike,

and bravely march to our own fate.

Strewn from our loved ones,

forced into a world of illusion,

for what? to make money?

Keep your paper and gold,

times are changing,

my parents are getting old,

and like them I am aging.

How could a real soul love capitol

more than the only thing concrete?

Give me my love,

you can have the captain's seat.

 

 

------

 

Oh, things have changed.

We still walk the streets but

too many kings have reigned,

stand on our own two feet

to get drenched in acid rain,

pull ourselves out

only to be overwhelmed with this game.

With ease we succumb to stress,

like a disease we are bound and suppressed.

With a match a room can be lit,

with a mind so can the world.

Make your own mold,

make the world unfold,

with billions of people it sure

is easy to have your voice heard,

and billions of minds can learn

and flee from conformity

to become what they yearn,

to become an Earth born.

Comment by Edmond on December 20, 2010 at 12:47pm

"Flowers & Dreams"

 

My hands on your skin
Arouses me
This is more than now
I want you forever somehow
*
I’m just afraid of forever
You want me now but what if you change your mind
I’ll be fucked up for all time
*
You are scared of me leaving but I’m more scared of you
I would treat you right nights and days too
It’s in my heart to find loyalty
My problem is that I can’t find someone loyal as I want them to be
Can you understand me
*
Just making eye contact changes my mood
Being paid attention to by you makes me walk past my fear
I want it to be you dear
But I want you to want me too
*
Oh I want you but I want you to want me too
Just like Marvin Gaye sang to you
I don’t want to expose myself and be a fool
I want you to think about me all the time
Just like I think about you in every line I write
In every inspiration and sight
You bring me back from the night
And help me to keep going

Comment by Edmond on December 16, 2010 at 1:05am

Thanks George. I'm glad that you said that because sometimes I think I start going all over the place. I appreciate what you said.

Comment by Edmond on December 16, 2010 at 1:02am

Thanks Atheist Exile :D

Comment by Atheist Exile on December 13, 2010 at 2:17am

I liked your "Green Targets", Edmond.

 

It's a compelling poem that urged me to see where it's going.

 

You're pretty good at slice-of-life.

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