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Poetry not by Brian37
Posted on: November 16, 2012 - 8:15am
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Poetry not by Brian37
I thought people might like to have a go at a quick poem or two- we shouldn't let Brian have all the fun... open to all.. Atheist/Theist/unrelated.. Throw them up here..
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Come hither and show yourself
You little lord of ignorance,
For that is all you are; A broken crutch for those in need of crutches
A totem to naiveté.
Come hither and justify yourself
Tell us how you fool the gentle, the submissive.
Whisper the secrets you spin to woo those so desperate to believe
That they blinker and ruin their children.
Come hither and prostrate yourself
For you are less than us; we surpass you.
Lay before us a decayed and wasted vestigial artefact, impotent,
clinging, mad, to ethereality.
Come hither and kill yourself
You phantom, you hypocrite, you parasite!
Leave nothing but a god-shaped hole - emptiness itself
So we may all be free.
I will refrain as per the implication of the title of the thread.
But, not sure the intent is to say "Brian inspired me" or "Brian sucks lets show him how it is really done".
But either way, fine with me. BTW not a bad poem.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
Check out my poetry here on Rational Responders Like my poetry thread on Facebook under Brian James Rational Poet, @Brianrrs37 on Twitter and my blog at www.brianjamesrationalpoet.blog
First catch your twelve altar boys
God knows which one to blindfold
But only three for him to choose from?
Despite there being lots
Shome mishtake, shurely?
ducking out of the prom
plugging my ears with headphones
listening to christy moore
belt out "the crack was ninety in the isle of man"
hitting up bar after bar
dragging my coworker in tow
my only suit soaking up
the smell of smoke and stale beer
concrete tile floors
regularly swabbed like old ships' decks
shots of bitters and small beers
ending up
funnily enough
at our students' after-party
holding court in a booth
nursing a solitary beer
puffing away on a churchill
refusing proffered vodka shots
by kids who just want to see the hard-assed old man
legendary drunk
haunter of dive bars that open at 5 a.m.
live up to his rep
i play the indulgent elder statesman card instead
sighing and hemming and hawing
"my darlings, my darlings,
if only you knew
i could bury you all
but my hangovers get worse with every passing year
and i have a terror of them."
a beautiful 18 year-old girl
spends the entire time at my side
slurring to me nonstop
about her lack of a father figure
her confessions turning into pleas
and i think
"well, old boy, if there ever was a sure thing
here it is."
but as usual, time shows its superior wit
because, to my dismay,
fatherly is all i can feel toward this girl
and all the gyrating girls there
i am humbled
by my concern for them
my cliche desire that they remain as they are
what began as farce
ends as a scary fucking metaphysical experience
and i bid them goodnight
feeling like old man fucking gandhi at 30
and stagger out of their blacklit, techno-driven youthful paradise
desperately seeking the beer-reeking shadows
the working-class bars
full of grumbling old men staring into their shots
where nothing disarms me
where i can feel 100% in control
not surprised by irrational, sacrificial love
but warm and comfortable in misanthropy
as usual,
time shows its superior wit
just like those old men
those bars close early
so here i am
in a foggy night
streetlights hazy like will-o'-the-wisps
shit outta luck
still got half my cigar though
"I have never felt comfortable around people who talk about their feelings for Jesus, or any other deity for that matter, because they are usually none too bright. . . . Or maybe 'stupid' is a better way of saying it; but I have never seen much point in getting heavy with either stupid people or Jesus freaks, just as long as they don't bother me. In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone. They will not inherit the earth, but then neither will I. . . . And I have learned to live, as it were, with the idea that I will never find peace and happiness, either. But as long as I know there's a pretty good chance I can get my hands on either one of them every once in a while, I do the best I can between high spots."
--Hunter S. Thompson
So I searched for Him for years
Trying my best to cover up my fears
They told me he loved me
That he had paid my death fee
That I was so completely undeserving
There was nothing I could bring
Somehow I was always at fault
In sin I was entirely caught
Nothing existed outside him
But somehow he was not responsible for sin
Now all I can do is sit back and grin
When I think how easily I was played in.
Religion Kills !!!
Numbers 31:17-18 - Now kill all the boys. And kill every woman who has slept with a man, but save for yourselves every girl who has never slept with a man.
http://jesus-needs-money.blogspot.com/
Neither Brian - just thought it might be nice for people to post up stuff they have written and others to feedback on whether they liked it or not.. This title was just a mini jab in the ribs at ya.. no offence intended! Just interested to see some creativity from the members here.
Liked yours iwbiek - it made me think of film noir as I read it - I imagined a dark, husky voice narrating..
EDIT: Oh, and thank you for the compliment Brian- I wrote it the same time I created the thread a bit off the hoof.. as I thought I better lead by example!
http://heresycorner.blogspot.com/2012/11/papal-balls.html
"It looks to me as though the officiating bishop is guiding the boys hand in a suspiciously firm manner. I've watched the earlier part of the proceedings (the video is over 4 hours long, so I'm not putting it up here, but it's on YouTube) and it strikes me as being quite vulnerable to influence. The same man was responsible for folding up the pieces of paper, putting them inside the glass balls, putting the balls inside the urn, sealing up the urn with ribbons and wax (a process that took several minutes and which any magician would recognise as being a classic piece of misdirection) and, later, briefly shuffling the balls. The shuffling was so perfunctory, the officiant - who was not blindfolded - could easily have kept track of which ball was which.
I'm not saying that the choice of the new Pope of Alexandria was rigged. But the whole thing does look decidedly iffy."
I forgot to tell you I really like this one when you first posted it.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
Check out my poetry here on Rational Responders Like my poetry thread on Facebook under Brian James Rational Poet, @Brianrrs37 on Twitter and my blog at www.brianjamesrationalpoet.blog