Best Sceptics Poems
A great storm was brewing
Large numbers queuing
Thunderstorms rolling, lightning blazed
Throngs of people held spellbound, amazed
Trees swayed with arms raised
Nature too had joined in praise
Sceptics unable to accord him such praise
It was Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" address.
Categories:
sceptics, dedication, discrimination, society,
Form:
Rhyme
FOR MA’RUFAH ODETUNDUN
Humanitarianism, humility...be your professed mien, Hajiah.
Although sceptics abound everywhere with satirical sarcasm,
Project a sanguine character, prophylaxiating stray focusedness;
Perhaps all their perspiration will drain in the sewage of oblivion.
Yours will be coveted excellence on your path to professionalism.
Banality is the bane of life vis-a-vis the hereafter.
Indeed, even you’d cast preference on the inexhaustible eternity.
Rue you shall not for sardonic conceit in your benign character
Till you reach the peak of your professional career, against all odds.
Happy birthday should not be excepted from this didactic acrostic,
Dear, and healthiness, long life and progress—all constitute my wishes.
As you continue to lead a modest life deserving of emulation,
You shall be elevated to desired heights till you sight your expectations.
Categories:
sceptics, beauty, birthday, celebration, cute
Form:
Acrostic
Jolly voting weather
We are all europhiles
We’re very clever
And lie to you all the while
You fell for our promise especially the CAST IRON trick
We’re all from Eton, and you lot are all too thick.
If you think I’ll claim back powers,
You haven’t got a clue
We’ll hand the UK to Merkle,
There is nothing that you can do
No referendums Changes through on the nod
I am the PM and I’m a duplicitous sod
As for immigration
I know it gets on your ****
I will flood the nation
And pay their benefits
I am from Eton; I am one of the ruling class
If you don’t like it, you can just kiss my ****
If I agreed the Treaty
Things that it would amend
Required referendums
And that would be the end
We’d be out of Europe and that’s what the public crave
But I’m undemocratic, just call me dictator Dave
Clegg is making noises
Pretending he did not know
If he really meant it
Lib-Dems would pack up and go
There all in it together, and David is now all smiles
He has silenced the sceptics, with the aid of the Europhiles
This has been a carve up
Helped by Merkosy
They need our money
That is quite plane to see
They played out the charade so it looks as if Dave’s alone
But were still in the EU and we’ll pay for the Euro zone
Jolly voting weather
We are all Europhiles
We’ve silenced the sceptics
Look at their beaming smiles
There’s no referendum, the sceptics are really thick.
I am from Eton and those idiots missed the trick
Categories:
sceptics, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
We are like wiggling aphids on a quantum computer.
Knowledge beyond the scope of the most gifted tutor.
Spaces and dimensions multiplied by infinity, plus one.
Therefore, I am open to any possibility, oddity -- or none.
Too many eye-witness, photographed phenomenon to shun:
Like the fifth (genuine) photograph of the Cottingley Fairies.
In Taos, New Mexico that unexplained hum is unnervingly scary.
Intuition (or sixth sense) makes science and psychologists wary.
Disappearances (Hoffa, Earhart) cannot be dismissed so lightly.
Ghosts, sprites and ectoplasmic bits flaunt themselves nightly.
UFO sightings, crashes and top-secret documents exist, rightly.
The prevalence and similarity of near-death cases is astounding.
Fairies (or Fae, or Angels) hail not only from European founding;
But, from China to the USA, their numbers, happily, rebounding.
Hordes of haters and sceptics are quick to condemn and dissent.
Nevertheless, I, too, have witnessed a truly unfathomable event.
From my night-time garden, I spied a winged, many legged gent.
Of course, I have no evidence -- so, raise your knives and neuter....
Spaces and dimensions multiplied by infinity, plus one.
Like the fifth (genuine) photograph of the Cottingley Fairies.
Disappearances (Hoffa, Earhart) cannot be dismissed so lightly.
The prevalence and similarity of near-death cases is astounding.
Hordes of haters and sceptics are quick to condemn and dissent.
Of course, I have no evidence -- so, raise your knives and neuter....
Categories:
sceptics, angel, fairy, fantasy, horror,
Form:
Couplet
Beyond the sky, she spreads her wings to fly
Soaring freely within this sanctuary of desire
Gracefully gliding through space – she’s sensually enlightened!
But through treachery, a touchstone of humankind, she sighs,
As humanity again, betrays her, extinguishing soul’s fire
in life’s archetype, like a loss of gravity – her eyes haunted!
Hearkening to violent talk, see vexed fury within her eye
Wings so tattered & torn, and splattered with mire
She plummets, aimlessly through belief – she's near defeated!
Sceptics pollute her mind with doubts so sly
but a belief so fervent, sceptics become the subject of satire
A surge of hope and compelled to conviction – she is inspired!
And although a lingering state of sadness, always nigh
- calamities of sceptics so near and familiar,
but no situation greater than she, she’s in control – she’s strengthened!
Hale and hearty, she can laugh and she can cry
but vanquish must the injections of sceptics to aspire,
because through these woes, she is her dream – she has, survived!
Categories:
sceptics, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
Being pulled from all sides in different directions,
with force so strong that can move a mountain.
These are ropes made of ego,masked with righteousness,
scented with entitlement and pride.
confused,worried,a little lamb,running and searching for haven.
Saw all the beautiful and colourful things,and ran into
abode of god.
shocked!!
with fear dripping off as sweat,saw some sharpening knives,
with prayer of peace on their lips.
Ran again for life into intellectual laboratory,white and clean.
People with coats to experiment on this.
Tears flowing,ran again ,this time to a place where it is revered and loved,
but saw its other friends who were neglected as they were not pretty or endearing.
Hoped people there would not be hypocritical/diabolical ,but they let others to deskin its other friends, for their luxury.
As a last resort,went to sceptics,people of isms and of different wings.
to its surprise ,shouting,ranting and with false righteousness and hardly baked truth,asking the lamb to jump on their side.
sensing danger ,fear in eyes with fast pounding heart,ran at speed of light.
so it thought.
As the legs were tiny and weak,fell on the ground.
Felt something around its neck,saw the entangled ropes so tight,
being pulled from all corners.
Gasped for breath,said a faint ,silent prayer in the heart.
Eyes searched for ism,which could save from these daggers,
but all it could see at a distance,limping and bleeding humanity,
with arms stretched which were tied and could hardly reach.
PS:This poem is about people in general,who belong to different ideologies,
trying to pull others in to their groups where humanity,love,empathy and care is missing.
Categories:
sceptics, creation, emotions, today,
Form:
Free verse
Nothing more than a crutch is what the sceptics say,
A weakling, softy, Christian in Christ we must obey.
Have I got news for those who haven’t got a clue?
It’s sad to think they do not know, the word of God is true.
Apparently they’ve never heard the price some had to pay,
Apostle Paul and countless others were tortured every day.
They never found a crutch, or wanted out at any time,
But kept on trusting Jesus by faith, the only joy and
Peace one can ever find.
A crutch the last thing a real Christian would ever need,
Just a close relationship, not religion, daily on His word
We feed.
We are hard pressed, ridiculed, rejected on every side,
But eager to sacrifice everything, not to lean on a crutch
Believing God’s report, only in Him and Him only
We can abide.
Categories:
sceptics, religionchristian, christian,
Form:
Ideomotor Effect
Spirits cannot share information,
Don’t be fooled by false witness.
Everyone is capable of psychic energy,
It’s just subconscious, no more no less.
Ouija is controlled by greater will,
Like a phenomenon or ideomotor effect.
Physical presence, not spiritual presence,
Stay rational follow minds context.
Sceptics develop belief through fakery,
Ghost hunters heighten reactive emotions.
Fear creates anxiety and cold terror,
Darkness perfect for conceptual notions.
Paranormal, spiritualism is big business,
Should I keep an open mind.
Show me the evidence, show me the proof,
My natural antithesis does not rewind.
Categories:
sceptics, atheist, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with ignorant, cheerful song.
The rain continued to fall in shivering waves.
Each droplet a wish I never made,
a promise I never kept,
a conclusion I never dared dream.
While the trees sang in unison, each leaf rejoicing
as my screams refused to interrupt their hedonistic sunrise.
The morning opened its jaws; wide, loose and jagged,
like the sharpened words of an ex lover.
It spoke to me in tongues and sang to me in Dutch.
I sat abashed, vainly interpreting such linguistically tainted insight
with a gaping mouth and clenched fists.
Revelling in the sadness of misunderstanding.
I merely nodded then, smiling warmer than the rising sun,
pretending that I had the slightest idea
as to what the morning was all about.
It laughed in my face.
Offering me a hand and a look of condemnation,
with a saddened smile that was too brief to register.
Our palms met and I shuddered at the plainness of its touch.
Onward we walked, as I marvelled at my fellow inmates.
Rotten fruit of damaged trees, walls left unpainted,
Stories that had reduced their writers to tears and disbelief.
Tangled, weeping, sceptics.
Erudite destruction.
I would have screamed, had the night not already covered by mouth
with the dark skin of a slender, furtive hand.
I watched with disdain, knowing I was among my kin;
I was one of the townsfolk in a city long since created
and left to crumble in ruins.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the air leave my lungs
as I began to run back into darkness.
I turned my head so blithely that the morning shed a tear.
Categories:
sceptics, depression, imagination, introspection, loss,
Form:
Free verse
It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as the glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time sceptics
accept the fact,
it's true.
Believe
in climate change;
it’s happening right now,
there is no time left for debate.
We can’t afford to ignore this problem
for nature has assured us that
weather patterns are off,
despite what some
believe.
We failed
in our mission
to reach carbon neutral.
Progress and profit trump caution
and we’re now feeling the consequences
as global warming reshapes Earth.
Opting to do nothing
when it mattered;
we failed.
Categories:
sceptics, angst, anxiety, change, image,
Form:
Rictameter
I pause to my thoughts
Covered with a mist of sceptics
Sweating in fear
Like caught in a crocodiles' mouth
Left on a cross road"with out a
campus"
Nowhere to go
Only the sound of silence
And the small voices of wind
An ants journey which never ends
A cockroach without a head
Categories:
sceptics, confusion
Form:
Verse
It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as our glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time sceptics
accept the fact;
it's true.
Categories:
sceptics, angst, anxiety, change, environment,
Form:
Rictameter
Atomise the pressure...
...all is not what it seems...
reoccurring windswept...
challenge the force free...
Free spirits come full circle
Free spirits will endure...
Smoke and mirrors
Smoke and mirrors
The sceptics yet reveal...
Punctuated reason...
Lessons well learned...
Surreal the undecided...
The composite of sure...
Premature attraction...
...unmasked the decline...
The traveller windswept...
has learned the sound of time...
Categories:
sceptics, art,
Form:
Concrete
Love and life ,now lost in time .
Deluded dreams that drive the hope .
When meaningful moments marched in rhyme
For pauper,priest ,Prince and Pope .
Sceptics scan each scrap of news
With time and tide precision tools ,
Where visionaries vent their victory views.
For friend and foe's forgiving fools .
Categories:
sceptics, life, time,
Form:
Alliteration
The trouble with sceptics is they boast
There is no way there can be any ghosts
They say spiritualists operate in great error
And create their own manufactured terror
Spirits can influence the inviting human mind
And have done so since Biblical times
So to comment on your theory of Ideomotor effect
Let us take time to seriously reflect
That the supernatural can affect some in a physical way
To push Ouija in what to say
Suggested thoughts enter some minds and they can hear it
They are paranormal and come from the spirit
So don't think you have it all figured out
Unexplained things happen there is no doubt
There is no logical way for you to argue
For God is supernatural too.
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
9/19/18
Categories:
sceptics, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme