Best Heretical Poems

There once was a poet named Hanks
Who loved to play metrical pranks;
A master of rhyme
And sonnets sublime
He'd nevertheless be the first to confess
That his messing with scansion caused lavish expansion 
Of ultimate lines which knew no confines,
Defying all schools of rhythmical rules, 
Resulting in poetic...

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Meditating in the garden Gethsemane
Jesus decides to become agnostic
not believing the religion himself
perceiving a clearly telling prognostic

He sat within the still winds then
blowing all the possibilities around
his soulful mind could not pretend
birthing this idea was fundamentally sound

"What am I doing here anyway?" he thought
"What made...

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There was a humble man
in empathy with cosmic light,
who in desert climes
filled his head with stars at night,
distilling their bright beauty
to shine within his mystic soul,
in rays of old, blue wisdom,
reminded him, of how
their sight had arrived
from their long, long journey
to the magic in his...

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Heretically speaking
                          …I am at odds with myself
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Good at assembling spiritual mishmash,
High expectations raising for big cash
In the open for Despair full fury:
The demons behind them for his jury…

Chooser of the Language of Pentecost
He may have acquired at a great cost:
Body movements take on the pugilist’s 
For all Contrary Spirits’ flying fists!
No...

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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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Jesus was a carpenter, 
he worked with saw and hammer. 
He pounded, banged, for 20 years, 
it was an awful clamor. 
Then he spent three years a'preachin', 
he never had a stammer.
At last they nailed him to a cross, 
nevermore to yammer....

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Various Heresies 8

These are heretical poems with heresies about the bible, god, jesus christ and christianity.


Red State Religion Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

I’d like to believe in your LORD
but I really can’t risk it
when his world is as badly composed
as a half-baked biscuit.



Evil Cabal
by Michael...

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I am not one of ten billion—I—
sunblackened Icarus, chary fly, 
staring at God with a quizzical eye.

I am not one of ten billion, I.

I am not one life has left unsquashed—
scarred as Ulysses, goddess-debauched, 
pale glowworm agleam with a tale of panache.

I am not one...

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Crescendo Against Heaven
by Michael R. Burch

As curiously formal as the rose,
the imperious Word grows
until its sheds red-gilded leaves:
then heaven grieves
love’s tiny pool of crimson recrimination
against God, its contention
of the price of salvation.

These industrious trees,
endlessly losing and re-losing their leaves,
finally unleashing themselves from earth, lashing
themselves to...

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These heretical poems on the subjects of God, religion and Christianity explain why I “left” the Religious Right.

If one screams below,
what the hell is "Above"?
—Michael R. Burch

Religion is regarded by fools as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful. — Seneca,...

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Various Heresies 12

God Had a Plan
by Michael R. Burch

God had a plan
though it was hardly “divine.”
He created a terror: 
Frankenstein.

He blamed death on man:
was that part of the plan
so hard to define,
or did he just cut his losses?

Now sleepless he tosses
hearing the screams, 
the wild...

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