Two Poems I Wrote About Atheism

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Two Poems I Wrote About Atheism

Poem #1

I called out in vain,
God wasn't there.
"Take away the pain!"
No sign of him anywhere.

Surely if God was so benevolent and kind,
Evil would not be rampant throughout mankind. 
The God of the Jews, so evil and crass,
Can't be the North of man's moral comp-ass.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, he may have been,
But not to follow him, can't possibly lead to eternal sin.
God you have shown, of yourself, no proof,
God you have made, of yourself, a spoof. 

What could ever be worse than a supreme dictatorship,
Where the tyrant knows when and how you think, sleep, eat and shit?
Do you think there is an action among man,
That an atheist can't do what a clergy man can?

Yet the converse is much too easily shown,
Pious destruction is all too well known.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

If you speak to God, then you are worthy of praise,
If God speaks to you, then you live in a daze. 

I have only one father, no Ghost, and maybe a son,
But I know for sure, that when you're done, you're done.
When your telomeres are done no angelic hosts will proclaim,
Of any rebirth ever again.

It may seem sad, this I know,
But think of how you will come back so...
You may not go to heaven, limbo or hell,
But you will become a part of our natural spell!

Your atoms and their partical parts,
Will join the cycle of this world's own art.
To my pious friends I have only one cry,
Believe in no Heaven, and there's no limit past the sky!

Poem #2


If you gaze up at the newborn sky,

Only one thought can catch the eye:


For surely it cannot be

That out beyond the floating sea,

A constrict of some pearly gates

Block the mind and the heart abates.


What is about the vast beyond

Is that a maker with his stalwart hand

Took to making, with eyes so fond

The air, the water, and the far-out land.


To this (and the pious) I must then ask

From whence did this amazing task

And by extensions the Maker, He,

Come from? I confess I cannot see.


Need not see, to this you say

Need not think, or hope or pray.

For his loving hand has decided

By what his creatures have abided.


If there is such a maker then,

Of man, bacteria, the tree and hen

Why to such a fallacious band

Does he guide his ever-guiding hand?


“He loves us all”; then why die we?

“He loves us all”; then why lie we?

A chorus of piety shouts repent,

Do no bad first, so no need for a Lent.


It is said that from original sin

We all came from and all are kin.

Why a God so loving can’t

Learn to forgive and permit recant?


To my questions, as you will now know,

Answers have begun to show.

From the fear of death and the lightning rod,

Alas, we’ve learned, there is no God.


My clerical brothers would sooner die,

Than learn about what they abhor.

Friend, know the truth, and now look at the sky,

And maybe you’ll see a little more. 





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Thanks for posting bsport48

Thanks for posting bsport48 , I like that. Makes me think of Khalil Gibran, third best selling poet in history, who loved his god, was a Jesus fan, but hated church dogma religion.

My atheist mom read us kids lots of his cool stuff. His poems, quotes etc are in Google. I was recently checking him out again, tho I don't read much poetry. Do you have any wild favorites ? 

From his book, THE PROPHET, KAHLIL GIBRAN.  His poem "Good and Evil" here, and few others                                                                  

Misc ....

essay ends, ..... he tried to find a balance between his hate for organized religion [...]and his love for his god. As a result, his religious life was able to reflect onto his writing life, which after all was a theme of the poem "Life": that independent lives are able to recognize themselves by witnessing the "island" in others.

Gibran's contribution to his adopted homeland as a prominent literary figure, manifest itself in President John F. Kennedy's famous words, "Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country."

Thirty-six years before President Kennedy's 1961 Inaugural Address; Gibran, in his work The New Frontier (1925), had already prompted his brethren in the Middle East:

"Are you a politician asking what your country can do for you or a zealous one asking what you can do for your country? If you are the first, then you are a parasite; if the second, then you are an oasis in a desert." ~ Gibran


"Love One Another"  ~ Kahlil Gibran

Love one another, but make not a bond of love

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your soul

Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,

but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone

though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping;

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together;

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.


  ...... Geezzz, wish I could write .....



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Breast Feeding on Placebos,

Breast Feeding on Placebos, By Brian37


Opposite charges

From sky to ground

Flash of light

Intense heat fractures the sky


Myth made it's claim

To reality

Thor be the source

Of nature's fury


Discovery of truth

Wrote it's epitaph

A fairy tale

Lost to the past


Yet the sapient

With modern tools

Computers, medicine

Still squander like fools


Relishing in Dragons

And Dungeons too

Froth with crimson cheer

In want of the end times to be true


Practical matters

Such as Darfur

Climate change

And livable wage


Lost are such these priorities

That should take top seed

Replaced instead

With superstitious greed


The tirbins and Yamicas

And grand phalace hat

Sit in their holy offices

Making their wallets phat


Credulous people

Eager to feed

From the nipples of myth

They cheer lead


Bill had a Sheak

Hit it with a sphere

A flurry of nothing

Is what we are


It frightens them

This mortality

Myth is their placebo

To escape reality


Yet the skeptic

Seeks to find

To extend this ride

Our only life


Without flat earths

Or thinking hearts

We can lose all myths

And still survive



I will do a spell check later, I wrote this in a hurry and have to go to work right now.











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