Anti religious poem

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These religions of peace that everyone adores, are guilty of treason towards the ignorant poor. The mullahs and the rabbis promise bliss forever more, If the poor pledge allegiance to their gods of war. Filled with hate and faith the faithful wage war, Countless are killed but no one keeps score. A father kills a father just to insure, that the promised land will have peace for a few years more. The mullahs finds a child and teaches it to hate, whats a child good for but to follow divine fate. Evil men changes the child's mental state, crying Allahu Akbar is now his new fate. Faith is the reason that people are dying, and only reason and science can stop the crying.
I wrote a poem last night, This is my first poem ever so be gentle

Is it better to have loved and lost?


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Anti religious poem

feh, poetry is the work of the devil. how dare you excercise creativity, and use your god-given free will to blaspheme his children?! :smt033

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I'm doing an assignment on

I'm doing an assignment on religious diversity,

 

for the assgnment i'm collecting poems which display different viewpoints of my topic, i truely believe you've hit a very important issue in your poem and would really like to display it as one of my poems in the report?

keep up the excellent writing

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Here's another one for your assignment, Anonymous 123...

...it's actually a religious poem, for which I sadly do not have the title.  The poet who created it is David McCord, if that helps you look for a title.  In spite of its quasi-religious character, it remains one of the few poems that I enjoy.  Without further ado...

 

 

"Now think of words.  Take sky

And ask yourself just why--

Like sun, moon, star and cloud--

It sounds so well out loud,

And please so the sight

When printed black on white.

Take syllable and thimble:

The sound of them is nimble.

Take bucket, spring and dip

Cold water to your lip.

Take balsam, fir, and pine:

Your woodland smell and mine.

Take kindle, blaze and flicker--

What lights the hearth fire quicker?

 

Three words we fear but form:

Gale, twister, thunderstorm;

Others that simply shake

Are tremble, tremblor, quake.

But granite, stone and rock:

Too solid, they, to shock.

Put honey, bee and flower

With sunny, shade and shower;

Put wild with bird and wing,

Put bird with song and sing.

Aren't paddle, trail, and camp

The cabin and the lamp?

Now look at words of rest--

Sleep, quiet, calm, and blest;

 

At words we learn in youth--

Grace, skill, ambition, truth;

At words of lifelong need--

Grit, courage, strength and deed;

Deep-rooted words that say

Love, hope, dream, yearn, and pray;

Light-hearted words--girl, boy,

Live laugh, share, enjoy.

October, April, June--

Come late and gone too soon.

Remember, words are life:

Child, husband, mother, wife;

Remember, and I'm done:

Words taken one by one

Are poems as they stand--

Shore, beacon, harbor, land;

Brook, river, mountain, vale,

Crow, rabbit, otter quail;

Faith, freedom, water, snow,

Wind, weather, flood, and floe

 

Like light across the lawn

Are morning, sea and dawn;

Words of the green earth growing--

Seed, soil, and farmer sowing.

Like wind upon the mouth

Sad, summer, rain, and south.

Amen. Put not asunder

Man's first word: wonder...wonder..."

 

 

Thanks for mentioning that assignment, Anonymous...I've been looking for an excuse to post that on the web, somewhere.  I don't know a single thing about David McCord, aside from the fact that, whoever he is, he is credited with producing this poem.  I first encountered it in my theology studies; writers of books on Catholic sacraments seem to have an affection for it.  (I copied it from my edition of "A New Lood At The Sacraments" by William Bausch.

 

Conor


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I've gotta be honest with you, Bjxrn...

...I am absolutely no art critic.  But for what it's worth, I do like your poem.  Have you thought about extending it?  It's a cinch that there's plenty about religion to write about.

 

Conor


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Poems need a larger audience

  Bjxrn wrote an Ati-Religious poem that says it all . I hope that it gets published in an Humanist magazine or the back cover of the next Atheist book that has a big impact on all societies. Keep pushin ahead !!!

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How great thou art,To let

How great thou art,

To let them suffer

Pestulance and famine

 And wars that linger

 

How great thou art

Your ambiguous hands

Threaten with fear

We all be damned

 

The wallet is love

And you have the gun

Aimed at our heads

Refusing to give

Will make us all burn

 

What kindly thoughts

To frighten us

To bow to you

Because it's love?

 

I have a choice

This much is true

Discarding myth

Is that I value

 

Discard the pitchforks

And halo's due

Just like red noses

And sugarplums too

 

How great the farce

And fantacy

A D&D game

Deadly reality

 

How great thou art

To give us this  orb

Full of desease

And hateful hords

 

I know thy name

It is not divine

Tis a creation

Of ancient minds

 

Thor and Isis

Marduke extinct

Their magical spells

Have the same link

 

How great thou arnt

And nothing new

History is full

Of claims like you

 

A day may come

When we Cruise by

A statue of Hubbard

Billions rely

 

How great thou arnt

In Genisis

You stole your story

From polytheists

 

Ugartic text

Is older motif

So too the flood

In Gelgimesh

 

Hardly original

Nor does it prove

That spirts knock up girls

Gabriel "Mary, God is in the mood".

 

Thot cured an eye

Long before Jesus

Rabbits and hats

Are still slight of hand

 

How great thou arnt

This human mind

The mental slight

Is the bind

 

It's fuzzys are warm

And grandious

The lure of a promise

That doesn't exist

 

How fake thou art

By any name

Apollo to Allah

It's all the same

 

It's in their heads

And all made up

The past is the present

And they don't give up

 

How great thou arnt

This tribalism

Leading to death

Over fiction

 

Magic and myth

In the span of time

Change their colors

But never decline

 

How great the mind

When set free

From the binds

Of mythology

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Is that your own composition, Brian?

I like it; it's good.  Hopefully, more folks will share their compositions of and/or encounters with poetry.

 

Conor


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Thank you for your help

All my life i have been pushed on by many super-religous people and this poem expresses my same veiws on religion. So i say "thank you" to your goal and belief please write more on this topic dude because no one were i live is athiest and it is hard for me to live here and this poem gave me a little hope in life.


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Creation

Since the big bang of creation,
That formed all the stars we can see;
The suns have all been in motion,
That’s the only way it could be.

Dust clouds attracted together,
To form a big hot ball of gas,
That ignited under pressure,
When it reached a critical mass.

The spinning of the explosion,
Made a disk of solar debris,
That formed a lumpy collection,
Of planets the sun won’t let free.

Thousands of distant galaxies,
Have a million twins of our sun,
And worlds with perfect properties,
Where life has already begun.

There is a major division,
Between the peoples of this Earth,
Of those that value religion,
And those who know what science is worth.

Truth could not be more obvious,
If poked in the eye with a rod,
The universe is oblivious,
To the whims of a fictional god.

COLIN FIAT!

 

 


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Here's another for the collection

 

 

              John's 3-16

 

for god so loved the world that he sent

his only begotten satan that whosoever

believeth in him should not only perish

but have everlasting death

 

 

 

 

 

"Experiments are the only means of knowledge at our disposal. The rest is poetry, imagination." Max Planck


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Bjxrn wrote:Quote: These

Bjxrn wrote:
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These religions of peace that everyone adores, are guilty of treason towards the ignorant poor. The mullahs and the rabbis promise bliss forever more, If the poor pledge allegiance to their gods of war. Filled with hate and faith the faithful wage war, Countless are killed but no one keeps score. A father kills a father just to insure, that the promised land will have peace for a few years more. The mullahs finds a child and teaches it to hate, whats a child good for but to follow divine fate. Evil men changes the child's mental state, crying Allahu Akbar is now his new fate. Faith is the reason that people are dying, and only reason and science can stop the crying.
I wrote a poem last night, This is my first poem ever so be gentle

I liked it, but then again, I don't know if you know my history of critics when I post my own.

I look at it this way, be yourself. Don't compare yourself to anyone. What is important to me is the message. I got it, and that is why I like it.

I see no reason why a poem is good merely because it's meter or metaphor is so high pitched only dogs can hear it.

Some cant stand my poetry because I stick to 4 line stanzas, for the most part, I don't always rhyme and I capitalize every line. Long after I started writing I read a book of Plath's poems, and they were edited pretty much the same way. Most of the poems went over my head, but a many of them were set up in the same format I was using, not all the stanza's rhymed , and were simplistic in their imagery and I liked them.

AND in belonging to that poetry group I found that the writers had a wide variety of taste and styles and you will always find people who like your poetry and people who wont.

Bottom line with this one, I only speak for myself. I liked it. I think we need more skeptic poets. Keep em coming.

 

 

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Here is one I wrote

Here is one I wrote yesterday about humanity's history of tribalism.

War is the art of old men convincing the gullible to die so they can maintain their power.

Infantile Old Men, By Brian37

My title is power
My dress is typical
My office untouchable

From my perch
I preach
Of swords
I seek

A matter of maintenance
A matter of marketing
Unchallenged perch
I make them goats

I am as Red
As the great wall
I am as spiritual
As what I sell

And you follow
And you swallow
Without question
My message hollow

What an illusion
So masterful
To watch you die
To maintain my power

I am the party of gods
And the god of the party
I am man masterful of mind
Leading the foolhardy

Orange weapons
Replace musket balls
Yet states and gods
Still hold them all

Details different
Motif persistent
Old men with titles
Lead the lemmings

Turbans and ties
Guns and lies
States and gods
Seek our demise

Red is Kim
And so is Ill
The magical friend
Who wants us to kill

By any name
That to worship
A state or gods
Is a fatal mistake

The carnage accepted
Sold by the elected
By the appointed
By the tyrant

We worship them all
And murder with glee
While they stay on top
We take the fall

Yet in the crib
We all once were
And a mother
Looked down and smiled

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Before and After, By

Before and After, By Brian37

We furrow our brow
With clenched fist
We bellow
Ignorant of the fate
That awaits us all

We are made up
Of that before
In transition
To nothing more

We posture and bloat
And conflate
Our importance
Over what awaits

Hubris the disease
That shortens our ride
The flurry of nothing
We must recognize

We rattle and pound
With such great noise
To an end
No life can avoid

I do not seek
To promote magic
Or to claim
Absolute oracles

But of to say
If to extend
What we have
We can extend

If of such
We don't pretend
We don't pretend
That of Santa

We don't pretend
That of Allah
That of Jesus
These claims are hollow

Males of Alpha
These claims be
To subjugate
Advisories

To be on top
Is life's goal
To become fuel
For something else

Finite we are
And must dispense
With all this myth
If we want to live



Marketing doesn't always sell truth, effective marketing always appeals to the masses, which is why the super natural claims exist. Feeling good, far too often wins out over pragmatism and reality. Marketing is simply the skill of appealing to emotion.

Jesus and Allah, your or me, 50 billion years from now will be all equally famous.



"morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28"

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Limerick

Here's a limerick I submitted to OEDILF.com.

In my bio, I'm "atheist man —
Bible skeptic, and critic (Koran)".
The religious would say,
"What has made you this way?"
And I'd answer, "It must be God's plan."

 

TPaine


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yet another poem!

 I'm in the mood for a poem.  Why should you guys have all the fun?   Here goes....

 

 

                                                                       The Weed

 

                                                       they snipped the Holy Vine of David

 

                                                                and transplanted it to 

 

                                                                         another  soil

 

                                                              it took to it         just like that,

 

                                                                     spread like wildfire,

 

                                                          overrunning everything in its path

 

                                                                and ruining many a garden

 

                                                          -  while the vulgar hold it in high regard

 

                                                                 the more discerning

 

                                                                         to this day

 

                                                                  regard it as quite the

 

                                                                         weed.....

 

 

(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2010, Surrey, B.C., Canada - if I should ever do this again, I might next time write of a hybrid plant that has also spread like wildfire and is also proving to be quite the nuisance. Cheers....)

 

 

 

 


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Nice poem. Keep it up.

Nice poem. Keep it up.


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 This is a nice one by

 

This is a nice one by Mayakovsky (just a small part of one):

I’ll climb out
Filthy (sleeping in gullies all night),
And into his ear, I’ll whisper
While I stand 
At his side:
“Mister God, listen!
Isn’t it tedious
To dip your generous eyes into clouds
Every day, every evening?
Let’s, instead,
Start a festive merry-go-round
On the tree of knowledge of good and evil!
Omnipresent, you’ll be all around us!
From wine, all the fun will ensue
And for once, Peter will not be frowning,
He'll perform the fast-paced dance, ki-ka-pu. 
We’ll bring all the Eves back into Eden:
Order me
And I’ll go,--
From boulevards,
I’ll pick up all the pretty girls needed
And bring them to you!
Should I?
No?
You’re shaking your curly head coarsely? 
You’re knitting your brows like you’re rough? 
Do you think 
That this
Winged one, close by,
Knows true meaning of love?
I too am an angel; used to be one before,--
With a sugar lamb’s eye, I stared at your faces,
But I don’t want to give presents to mares anymore,--
All the torture of Sevres that’s been made into vases. 
Almighty, You created two hands, 
And with care,
Made a head, and went down the list,--
But why did you make it
So that it pained
When one had to kiss, kiss, kiss?!
I thought that you were Great God, Almighty,
But you’re a miniature idol, -- a dunce in a suit,
Bending over, I’m reaching
For the knife that I’m hiding
At the top of my boot.
You, swindlers with wings, 
Huddle in fright!
Ruffle your shuddering feathers, rascals!
You, reeking of incense, I’ll open you wide,
From here all the way to Alaska.


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I like the poem

I liked the poem and the others that followed it.

I agree with Brian37 that poetry should be about what you feel and how you express, rather than just trying to fit a whole bunch of stanzas together.

 

I am not a poet myself, but I do write short stories that have Atheist type messages at the bottom of them. I have never really put any effort into publishing any of them. Am not sure if there is even a market or a publisher for literature that has an underlying Atheist message in it.

“It is proof of a base and low mind for one to wish to think with the masses or majority, merely because the majority is the majority. Truth does not change because it is, or is not, believed by a majority of the people.”
― Giordano Bruno


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  I make no accusationsno

 

 

I make no accusations
no implication or allusions
implying to equate your views to superstition

but without ghostly visions, holy apparitions
or extra sensory perception of diabolical dimension
I have no reference to comprehend your specific intuitions

I solicit your confession and question your volition
I am requesting your permission for a session of admission
with respect to your position of affection for religion

now

when oppression of one faction by its respective opposition
reflects a shameful satisfaction with mortal retribution
do you sanction the reaction in compliance to this mission
of decisive devastation with precision ammunition?

Have you witnessed the collusion of motivated politicians
to mobilize militias with appeals to emotion?
Do they obfuscate conditions in regions of occupation?
Or suppress photo exhibition of the victims of explosions?

Do you entertain suspicions when your watching television
That a Muslims' just a Christian with the courage of his conviction?

 


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 Nicely written, to say the

 Nicely written, to say the least. I'm gonna use this for my English oral! Thanks. GO JESUS!!!