My skeptical poetry

[mdownunder]

I'll start. Wonder if anyone else did something like this.
Sorry for the long post, but I have 3 poems I'd like to share.

Sermon

Come inside, enjoy the show
Bring your kids, come one come all
We want best, want you to know
You must redeem the fall

A message of peace and love we tell
You need to see the light
Or else your soul will go to hell
eternal fires burning bright

Please drop off your coat at the reception
Also drop your thinking cap
Once you buy immaculate conception
You have fallen in our trap

He is up there, closely watching
The origin, reason, centre
Keeping tabs and judging
Whether heaven you shall enter

Do not seek him with your brain
Seek him with your heart
To reason is in vain
We help you with the start

There cannot be infinite regression
There must be an ultimate cause
Alas, we're making one concession
For why is God? Because!

This book is perfect moral reading
Eternal, inerrant, infallible guide
We pick the good bits, we are leading
Our flock away from wickedness inside

Ten commandments you must adhere
To and never allow suspicion or doubt
Because making you behave through fear
Is what it's all about

The Psychic

A dark room, a mysterious glow
Proper attire to put on a good show
You sit down in a comfy old chair
The thick smell of incense percolates the air
A deep breath to get into the part
Exchange some money and the session will start

You lost someone quite dear to you
A special one you closely knew
I can feel his or her presence
Does the word "metal" make sense

Your mother was in an accident
I see fire and metal was bent
Is that your mother in a crash
I distinctively see a car in a flash

It happened fast, there was a scream
I can see it like a distant dream
That necklace that you hold quite dear
You use it to keep your mother near

She gladly hands it down
She wants you to loose that frown
She tells me you look good in it
She thinks it is a perfect fit

That is how you remember the session
it all seemed real, left a big impression
But not every statement was really a hit
There were things that did not closely fit

Did you unconsciously nod with your head
Was there something you unknowingly said
Did you smile when she got something right
Showing her the way like a street lamp at night

She gives you what you want to hear
Your emotions and reactions are awfully clear
She keeps on guessing, will sometimes prevail
Though every rigid test she would fail

We all need hope, need to stop in our track
When the universe claims our loved ones back
Time takes them away, leaves nothing but grief
Nothing can stop or imprison this thief

Our memories can serve as a tether
to keep the ones we have lost forever
These charlatans prod and stab at the remains of the dead
Not literally, but at what's inside of our head

Do not give your money to a wretched deceiver
Who exploits and cons the unwary believer
Your memories are precious, keep them close to your heart
Let grief run its course and then make a fresh start

Jenny

The North of London tightly gripped
From herd immunity thoroughly stripped
Immunization gone down to seventy-five
Another child will loose his life

In Australia, Europe and United States
Impending pain and horrible fates
All around the world, the parents confused
Her fame and responsibility misused

Circle circle, dot dot dot
Better get your measles shot
But wait, listen to semi-famous!
Don't immunize, for vaccines are heinous!

Do not bring 'em to the doctor, if you please
Think about mercury and antifreeze
Anecdotal evidence is very strong
A mother's intuition cannot be wrong

Going to lengths to win the fight
Ignoring the mourning parents' plight
With ignorance spreading fear around
Slowly racking up the body count

I have a suspicion about the state of her mind
A new theory, an interesting find
To explain the way she boldly withstands
Reason and logic in a stupor-like trance

Surveying the evidence I am sure you will find
Jenny has a rotten mind
Trying to save her would be in vain
The Botox migrated from her face to the brain

I hear the illness spreads between Hollywood types
Carrey, McCarthy, Oprah and the likes
Just like the link between autism and MMR shot
Once you become famous your brain starts to rot

I know all of this is just Ad Hominem
But you have to admit it, look at them!
The way they lack the ability to think
They must be some sort of missing link

We live together and share our space
Share responsibility for us and our race
Do not succumb to this new disease
Vaccinate your children please!

 

[Matt the Poet]

Fair enough, I’ll live up to my moniker. Don’t do much poetry on the subject of religion because, well, who cares? But this was for a class a little while ago. We had to write one about a historical figure. More anti-religion than skeptical…

Pilate

Was he for real? Of course, and a hundred like him
scuttling from the little towns each year. Vomiting echoes
from their god, that weird pillar in their hearts. Losers
for the most part, exchanging mystery for bread

in the absence of anything else to give. He looked at me
too, right in the eyes, a leader’s trick. I don’t bang on
about it. My wife, however, always had a thing
for spanking, melodrama, thin men with beards

and so, it seems, did half the world. Now my hands fold
cleanly into the myth. The man who could have –
what, exactly? The roaring filth had made their choice,
selected someone else. I should have denied them,

let him go because he said we should all be nice
to each other? As if he was the first to work that out,
the last to die for saying it out loud. The truth?
I would have nailed him up myself if it was permitted.

At the time, anyway. Now I wonder: what if I’d waved
one dripping arm and said the man is blameless? That’s
why I wring my hands. I could have stopped it all.
Those loons with glazed eyes who followed him around

denied their climax. The Nazarene, burgled of martyrdom.
The body-snatchers heaving out some random thief instead.
No mystery. No pentecostal fire, whatever that was. No
chinese-whisper chronicles, no creeping discontent.

No slow collapse. No bad paintings. No martyrs or saints.
No centuries of burning. History not stalled in darkness.
That was my error. Water running down soft skin. All of us
could have conquered death together. Instead it was just him.

 

[prewitt81]

Rational / Passionate

His rational mind's
Counting more ways than nine
That his next step could lead to dispair.

But that rational mind
Isn't right all the time.
If he steps, he'll find out when he gets there.

Her passionate mind
Dwells upon things divine
And envisions a life without care.

But that passionate mind
Always seeks, never finds
Not realizing her Heaven surrounds her.

And those two unique minds
Without reason or rhyme
Lived their lives away always aware

That those two unique minds
Should have been intertwined.
But for rational, passionate fear.

 

[theprestige]

Spring: Ideas bloom.
See? Agenda poetry.
I am skeptical.

 

[mdownunder]

Nice entries. I did not think that anyone would actually reply. Keem'em coming.

 

[Doghouse Reilly]

Matt the Poet, that's a nice one.