Best Heresy Poems

I like my God much better than the one
who made his home up in the stratosphere
and favored us with visits now and then,
harrumphing down below about the way
that we behave, and tantalizing us
with sticks and carrots grown especially
for those who said the secret word or...

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Regarding religious compliance, 
I’m on a lifelong sabbatical,
Because I’m a person of science
And a need-to-be free radical....

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Low praises, my dear
These hollow hymns, I have hummed
Vile verses shouted 

Heretic’s testimonies
Sinful sermons to deaf ears...

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the punishment in ages past
was to have your words written like on a scroll
on your back
carved in with or without you....

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I must reject the holy-moly, mumbo-jumbo,
All that spirituality soup—Chicken Dumbo.
Atheists, Existentialists, and I, Agnostic,
Eschew the false enlightenment—socially caustic....

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These ideals I avoid
Perplex me most annoyed
So wrapped up in myself
Faith kneels down on a shelf
Lost beyond conceit here
This azure mirage sphere
Claims my journeys aren't done
Since trials have just begun

I let you down again
Rage abhors the brakeman
My blood denies its roots
While my consciousness loots
Belief denies...

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Heresy
Lives vibrantly
When filament of faith
turns into shadows...

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history vs heresy

historically limericks are bawdy
some are even quite naughty
a titular lass
a word playing ass
touching the edges of tawdry

John G. Lawless
©12/24/2017...

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I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer

II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice -  may tag along ...
No hell, rapture,...

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Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub

She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?)....

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pretty pickle
by Michael R. Burch
 
u’d blaspheme if u could
because ur God’s no good,
but of course u cant:
ur a lowly ant
(or so u were told by a Hierophant)....

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Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common stars above us?
They winked, and would not tell.

Yet now our...

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Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield no certainty of a resurrection.

Man’s tried them both, has added...

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God's name is Pootidoodle
Don't use it in vain.
He had a limp noodle -- 
This caused him psychic pain.
He took a blue pill that made him ill
Then whipped it out and spun about 
And got it bit off by the devil's poodle....

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Of all the critters men have cursed,
The hateful hairy tick is worst.
His charm conceals a crudest quest
To snag you in his noxious nest.

Beware his lure! Don’t cross that line!
His bite will blight your nimble mind!
Once fooled, your failed defense will flee:
You’ll be as false and...

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