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Started by Solomon Zorn, September 15, 2013, 02:32:56 AM

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Shiranu

Danke, and alright if I keep on working on it (or another) I'll try to rez that thread :P.
"A little science distances you from God, but a lot of science brings you nearer to Him." - Louis Pasteur

Solomon Zorn

#76
OK here's one I wrote a couple of months ago, that more or less qualifies as a poem. Its what I call a proverb.

"The Joke Is On You"
http://www.solomonzorn.com/the-joke-is-on-you.html
If God Exists, Why Does He Pretend Not to Exist?
Poetry and Proverbs of the Uneducated Hick

http://www.solomonzorn.com

Solomon Zorn

Just renamed the thread, again. Been thinking about it for awhile. More inviting sound to it.
If God Exists, Why Does He Pretend Not to Exist?
Poetry and Proverbs of the Uneducated Hick

http://www.solomonzorn.com

stromboli

I write poetry but it always rhymes
can't get that rhyme scheme
outside my mind

Iambic pentameter is a bitch
Or is it Scottish Stanza
Which is which?

I'm condemned for life to stick to rhyme
blank verse will forever
be a blank in my mind

O twisted fate! Thou has decreed
that all my efforts
will never succeed


Without the couplets of matching words
my voice, it seems,
will never be heard.  :sad2:

Shiranu

Slow feet shuffle down
The dark hall towards it's dark rooms.
The body walks on
But it's mind lays somewhere else,
trapped in it's own creation.

Behind deep, dark eyes
lays a deeper, darker land.
The path forward steep,
And the ground beneath hidden
From the lone travelers sight.

He stumbles forward,
His "companions" the demons,
of flesh and shadow.
The memories of failures
And the cold hearts of the men.

He reaches the door,
and finds himself in his bed.
Bourbon at his side,
his body seeks to escape
the shell that lives inside it.

Back in the mind
the demons reach up from cracks
previously filed;
they burst forth, rabid and cruel,
To remind him of the truth.

In this creation,
There is no one to reach for.
One's suppose to love
Had beat, shamed and abandoned;
The young mind withered away.

The body stands and leaves,
mindlessly to the bathroom
it finds its own way.
At the mirror it watches,
looking for traces of itself.

A turn of a knob,
and scalding water comes forth.
The body lays down,
unaware of the burning
it stares into the celling.

The traveler stops,
before him lays a dark pool,
and the demons cry,
"Come, join us in salvation!"
Beckoning him to the water.

-------

The demons were his only friends, he reckoned. After all, they had accompanied him all this time when the others all left. Surely no enemy could have such persistence as to follow him all this way across the dark path and all it's treacherous twists and turns that could easily have one finding himself losing the trail and stumbling out into the never-ending darkness that surrounded it. And besides, all the events of the road had led him here; the doors all had closed on the road here, those grand doors with feasts and merriment and companionship that would slam in his face the moment he got near. The demons said all doors close for a reason and that reason was he did not deserve to pass through or that fate simply had no intention of that world belonging to him or him to that world.

"A little science distances you from God, but a lot of science brings you nearer to Him." - Louis Pasteur

Atheon

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Atheists rock
Fundies eat poo.
"Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful." - Seneca

Mr.Obvious

#81
E = MC²

In the end, we are all standing in the dark,
trying to figure out why we are here.
But let us not choose one direction
without proof of where it is headed.

Check your pocket for matches
so we can observe and learn together
as fast friends and relative idiots.
                     -Mr.Obvious
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Brian37

#82
Quote from: stromboli on March 28, 2014, 01:31:54 PM
I write poetry but it always rhymes
can't get that rhyme scheme
outside my mind

Iambic pentameter is a bitch
Or is it Scottish Stanza
Which is which?

I'm condemned for life to stick to rhyme
blank verse will forever
be a blank in my mind

O twisted fate! Thou has decreed
that all my efforts
will never succeed


Without the couplets of matching words
my voice, it seems,
will never be heard.  :sad2:

I have been writing poetry for almost 24 years now. I've read codeded stuff that meets the meter motif some writers like. I've also read simplistic poetry that does not rhyme I loved. Art is never an either or or one way thing with me. With poetry especially, to me it means nothing if the message in it doesn't reach the person reading it. I rarely criticize others works merely because I have seen far to much reaction of their work and or my work to know whomever writes it, you will always find some who like it and some who don't. Be yourself and do you own thing when you write and fuck what other people think.

I personally like this one regardless of the rhyming. I got the message to it. It just happens to rhyme and you like rhyming.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers." Obama
Poetry By Brian37 Like my poetry on Facebook Under BrianJames Rational Poet and also at twitter under Brianrrs37

Brian37

If I Had My Way By Brian37, (Also on my FB page BrianJames Rational Poet)

Entropy confirms
Energy transfer
Will never
Lead to such

To think of whims
In terms of utopias
To thus of boarders
Are absurd nonsense

Our conflict resides
In all of us
Stupidly thinking
It all matters

Time frame lost
To a universe
That will continue
Without any of us

If I had my way
I'd been not rejected
By my high school pine
Who had no interest

If you had your way
I would submit
Conform to you
And by way of force

If I had my way
There would be no death
No pain or suffering
Or any conflict

No old age
No wars or crime
No disease
Or suffering

"If I had my way"
We'd all say
Our narcissism
It only conveys

One of the same
We've always been
That after resources
Is all it is.
(End)

This is one of the few times I make mine rhyme to some degree. When I started writing this yesterday I simply went with it as it came out. But I really don't go out of my way to rhyme. It simply amounts to did it work for someone. So again, when you write for yourself no matter your style, you are not faking it and you have more of a chance of others liking it when it is not faked or forced.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers." Obama
Poetry By Brian37 Like my poetry on Facebook Under BrianJames Rational Poet and also at twitter under Brianrrs37

Brian37

Neil Before Me, By Brian37

The vacuous mind rot
Scourge of most media
Shows of "reality"
Reflecting no such thing

A beacon of reason
Revived once more
Sagan once hosted
Now on Sundays again

Neil before me
Enlightening humanity
Fear has no respite
When faced with reality

Comets worldwide
Most humans feared
Neil before me
Said it was needless

That when we question
When we observe
Real predictions
Can we rightfully glean

Neil before me
With real tools
Observation and testing
Control groups and peer review

On a Empire street
In the Apple they met
Sagan before him
Was the path that led

Seth the producer
Saw the value
Neil to reality
The Cosmos we value
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers." Obama
Poetry By Brian37 Like my poetry on Facebook Under BrianJames Rational Poet and also at twitter under Brianrrs37

Mr.Obvious

I'm on this website call 'allpoetry', and I gotta tell you guys. It's great to see some poetry on agnostic, atheist and secular points of view. Over there it's 'god this' and 'god that' and 'save me' and 'I'm a sheep' all the time. This is so refreshing. Keep it up.
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Brian37

Notorious, By Brian37

Have you ever
Touched a wall
Thinking falsely
The paint was dry?

Have you ever
Picked up a bottle
Only to realize
It was the wrong one?

I once drove down
A winding road
Seeing smoke
In the sky

A brush fire
Off in the distance
Seemed to be
Shifting from side to side

The antelope
On the African plains
Has to make quick decisions
Not  always having the time

To assess
If the swaying grass
Is that of wind
Or a lion stalking them

Our perceptions
Can be false too
In what we think
Is really true



In that of ink blots
And butterflies
Of ghosts and gods
And conspiracies

We fill in gaps
Not realizing it
And faulty conclusions
Are the result

Our perceptions
Are notoriously flawed
And only one tool
Can counter this

Take a step back
And don't just question
Add to that
Control groups and testing

It is the only way
We can be sure
That our senses
Are not fooling us.
(end)

This poem also to be posted at www.rationalresponders.com under the name Brian37 at that website. All publishing disclaimers associated with my poetry thread at that website apply here as well.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers." Obama
Poetry By Brian37 Like my poetry on Facebook Under BrianJames Rational Poet and also at twitter under Brianrrs37

Mr.Obvious

Illuminati

We are truly but feeble creatures
of blood and rust and static,
searching for logic amidst the erratic,
choosing between preachers and teachers.

Mankind is said to be inherently sinful
and weak to the touch of temptation,
with one way to avoid being an abomination
by fearfully cowering in a harness of wool.

But what man standing in ominous oblivion
has the wisdom to choose the right path
and be unbridled in his knowledge that
he has chosen the one true religion?

The darkness of not knowing grasps us all.
Yet is blind faith our best trait?
Should we not light a fire before it's to late
and our blind eyes lead us to a final fall?

It's a thirst for knowledge that is our prize,
which helped us throughout our entire evolution,
allowed us to shatter more than just one illusion
and question critically all dogma and lies.

Let us all stand together and bask in ignorance.
Let us all shed the talk of absolute truth.
Let us all move away from our dumb youth.
Let us all make the most of our gifted consience.

We'll make a flame so great it'll illuminate the skies
so we may look upon all that we can learn.
As fuel, fairytales inevitably might burn
but from their ashes a better mankind shall rise.
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Solomon Zorn

Great poem Mr. O! I like the unusual rhyme scheme as well as the message.
If God Exists, Why Does He Pretend Not to Exist?
Poetry and Proverbs of the Uneducated Hick

http://www.solomonzorn.com

Mr.Obvious

#89
On the edge of infinite sadness

We are apes returned home.
Face to face with a greater power
expressed in crashing foam
from whence mankind did flower.

Arriving at a sea of realization
that this force does not care
'bout it's awe-strikken creation
nor speaks of just and unfair.

Here we stand naked and dry
on the edge of infinite sadness.
On uncertain sands, eye to eye
with waves of chaotic madness.

And we roar mad with laughter,
fueled by an insanity from within,
given to us by the blind disaster
that spawned us and our kin.

For this is a time of low tide,
allowing us to build on our bay
'till no secrets are left to hide.
Here we are and here we stay.

Based on a quote by Racheal Carson: "The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place".
Also found on: http://allpoetry-classic.com/poem/11513395-On_the_edge_of_infinite_sadness-by-Mr.Obvious
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.