Best Skeptically Poems
The congregation eyed him skeptically
Long hair, a beard and sandals on his feet
Beyond his exterior they’d not see
This rambler had just come in from the street
He blessed himself with the sign of the cross
And joined fully in each hymn that was sung
It was soon apparent it was their loss
When he greeted God with a gentle tongue
“Lord, You sent Your Son to roam on this earth
His hair was long and to some seemed unkempt
And when He preached, insults were often hurled
But He was not repelled by their contempt
“And so, Lord, I seek forgiveness for these
Who cannot see beyond the clothes I wear
I’ll not be put down by those I displease
I ask for forgiveness, make them aware
“That Your Son sported sandals and a beard
I ask You judge them not as they judge me”
When the mass ended, the man disappeared
At heaven’s gate his name’s on the marquis
Some of the congregation dwell below
But the homeless man now sits by God’s side
For he had chosen love’s path to follow
Appearances he did never deride
*For Jared's "At First Glance" Contest
Categories:
skeptically, faith, son, spiritual,
Form:
Quatrain
February 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Joshua 1-5
Key Verse – Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMANDING ME TO BE STRONG
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your might
In treading upon Your promised land of truth and right
As I observe Your law and meditate therein day and night
For me to be prosperous in Your sight.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your presence
In remembering Your Word with Your principles’ iridescence
As I enjoy Your favour while worshipping You with spiritual florescence
For me to be devoted to Your heart by Your fellowship’s license.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your kindness
In dealing well and truly with Your ministry midst anxiousness
As I stay in Your will that welcomes me into Your goodness
For me to be blissful in Your graciousness.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your covenant
In choosing Your way against being skeptically indignant
As I observe Your voice so tenderly dominant
For me to be faithful and not faith-stagnant.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your sovereignty
In walking along Your holiness-fenced security
As I follow Your steps of divine authority
For me to be effective in working by Your majesty.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your instruction
In pursuing toward Your name’s glorification
As I esteem Your Deity against idolatry’s temptation
For me to be pleasing by Your righteousness’ beautification.
February 13, 2022
Categories:
skeptically, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The scorpion and the turtle? Have you heard this story?
They are mortal enemies in natures scheme of things it can be gory’
Anyway this is a message about different creature’s nature.
So they’ll see this story and maybe mature.
This turtle is in the water as the scorpion looks and approaches.
The turtle thinking he’s safe you see scorpions can’t swim, so he’s comfortable.
“Hey mister turtle I need a ride across the river’ what do you say?”
Answering, “Are you kidding me? No how, no way.”
The scorpion reasoning with him says, “I can’t even swim and I don’t want to drown.”
As he’s talking the turtle thinks and stares with a frown.
Replying he says, “You’re my natural enemy you’ll surely poison immensely.”
The scorpion exclaimed, “To drown in the river? Are you kidding me?”
Well the turtle being good hearted started reasoning and thinking.
He could make this enemy a friend; he surely doesn’t want to die with both sinking.
Skeptically willing to take a chance with good judgment let’s the scorpion mount on his shell.
He thinks in faith and all will be well.
Half way across sure enough he feels the scorpion’s sting.
A pain shoots through the shell to his body and his ears ring.
“Now you’ve done it you rascal you we will now surely die’”
The turtle couldn’t believe it, feeling the poison, he shouted “Why?”
“To tell you the truth I couldn’t help it, it’s my true nature.” Said the scorpion.
The turtle realized it to late he’s to die, what a foolish decision.
The ones that some of us make in this world does matter with Our Father.
The turtle and the scorpions were enemies, so it is with man it is what matters.
The moral here is simple you decide important things in your life.
Either trust carnal man and his evil ways, or trust the Father or save yourself the strife.
Sometimes things that are looking ok might be the light of the evil one.
If you have faith follow the Lord’s lead you’ll always hear His voice, and listen closely and through the Holy Spirit you’ll find His loving Son.
Categories:
skeptically, faith, evil, faith, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
With jaundiced eye I look at the politician’s vow
To make our world a better place in four years,
Cure all our ills, and provide calm for our fears,
And I say to myself, skeptically, exactly “How?”
With jaundiced eye I look at those who claim
To be patriots, but with angry words and deeds
Go about spreading discord and planting seeds,
Saying despicable things, obviously seeking fame.
With jaundiced eye I view the biased news media
And wonder the truth of any situation they report
“Doesn’t anybody report just the facts, anymore?”
Allow me my own analyzing without your insignia.
With jaundiced eye I look at magnificent towers
Built for “the glory of God,” on the backs of poor
Folks who fear the fiery pits of hell, for sure,
If they fail to pay homage to the “godly” powers.
Written June 15, 2021
For “Jaundiced Eye” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
skeptically, angst, character, political, religion,
Form:
Quatrain
What secrets does the winter know,
Would it tell me if it could?
Fairy tales of frost and snow--
Of icicles and leafless wood.
And would I dare believe a word,
Having such a story heard?
Or would I skeptically ignore
Such grand unlikely things?
Or would I earnestly implore
Of it whatever winter brings?
What secrets does the winter know?
I believe I'll trust to see--
Then tell the tales soft and low,
Of winter's sophistry!
Categories:
skeptically, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes foresee;
Different Man Flourishing...
Suspiciously—Supplication solicited;
Subjectively settling, storms subdue, spontaneously subsiding
Surprisingly...sanctuaries submerged
Sobriety—Soaked scathingly;
Staleness spun savagely, strangely straying, sprung
Scourging...southern spiral
Suddenly—Solitude strangling;
Shallow significants seedily surrounds scrupulousness, slumbering
Spitefulness...shunning sympathy
Systematically—Struggling swiftly;
Skulking shadows slithering, seized sanity, seething
Stragglers scrapping...smuggling
Supposedly—Soberness swarming;
Sunrises selectively swerving, sunsets scattering
Emotionally—Erraticism encouraged;
Enduring essential enemies,
Equivocal excursions...escalating
Hereupon—Heretics hushed hereafter;
Different Man Henceforth...
Relentlessly—Reaping ramifications;
Remorsefully relapsing regrettably, resentful realization recognizing
Reflection...refusing reality
Condescendingly—Condemning contradictions;
Cautiously concealing contortions, conducting contrived conniptions
Conscientiously...capricious consciousness
Arrogantly—Acquiring awareness;
Ignorantly ignoring ideologies, deceitful dramatic disagreements
Transpire...transitioning transgressions
Occasionally—Ostracizing occurs;
Overthinking orchestrates overreactions, obsessively obtaining optimization
Brazenly—Begged, blindingly became;
Different Man Behindhand...
Categories:
skeptically, how i feel, me,
Form:
Free verse
I was at a friend's pool after school.
She loaned me this impossibly tiny bathing suit
I looked at it skeptically but I didn’t ask whose it was.
It smelled faintly of chlorine.
we were supposed to be alone
her older brother came home
his eyes settled on my skin
like a wash of immediate sunburn
It was awkward and thrilling to be watched
I pretended not to notice
behind my sunglasses
I ignored him
My friend noticed. “Perv alert, let’s go in.” she said.
I didn’t want to go but I didn’t let it show.
Categories:
skeptically, 10th grade, brother, desire,
Form:
Free verse
I want to apologize for my burden of wrong
To your ears where my penitence does belong
I lingered in vain, the gray swiftly took hold
Now my contrition will stifle mute and untold
It is too late now and you don’t even know me
Again, you urge me to call your kids and family
Little amused, little astounded you skeptically stare
As I try to get your attention without stirring scare
Like a stranger, you introduce yourself and ask my name
Oh, the one you gave me, I still carry the same!
I keep on trying to say- I am sorry, father
But you insist ceaselessly that I stay for dinner
Earlier, I failed to muster the courage and word
And feared that it might feel a little too absurd
Should’ve tried harder and sooner to turn myself over
Instead of forever yearning and smoldering for closure
Written on:09/24/2016
Contest:A Difficult Topic For You
Categories:
skeptically, father, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Awakening near the new dawn full of joy,
[this inexplicable sense of happiness]
feeling that all is well within my soul when
gladness, like soothing water, rolls over me,
bathing me in the fresh glow of renewal.
My rituals are interrupted by song,
singing praises, for no apparent reason--
save dusty rays of golden sunlight angling
through a partially opened chenille curtain
and entering into my receptive heart.
This is not the anticipated start of
a new day, most days, I must hasten to say.
I skeptically fear the unexpected,
while hoping this sweet joy will linger with me,
coloring each aspect of my waiting day.
Categories:
skeptically, joy, morning, sunshine,
Form:
Free verse
This agonizing pain I feel, seems to have placed itself permanently in my life.
Such Anguish, Indestructible distress; somewhat like a wife petrified for her life, battered
My brain is disorderly disfused, rather scattered
Optistically I envision uncondensed exhilaration and contentment
Skeptically I attempt to avail myself from such treatment
The hatred, the resentment
The tears over the years
The aching blackness reveals its definite position
To keep me vexed & grieved I believe is its sole mission
TAKEN captive, internally contending to overcome this overwhelming struggle called Life
Finding myself second guessing and always contemplating Twice
My mode of Living is rather quarrelsome, belligerently abound
Vainly efforts only to be bashed back to the ground
But yet Still I must Remain Strong...Keep the faith and Hold
Categories:
skeptically, grief, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
Popular Mozart melodies are playing on a low loop.
Five people tense as a clinic nurse
calls us in or leaves us hanging.
I know the drill,
she’ll lead me reluctantly to the scales,
the usual sighs of ritual humiliation;
“Are you 6 foot” she inquires
looking at the chart skeptically.
I don’t tell her that for the last 10 years
I have been shrinking while my bull neck
sinks lower, torpedoed by a laptop navy.
In the Doctors examination room
I slump worry and hum.
I know I will be there for a while,
long enough for me to scribble this poem down
in a dollar store notepad.
Back home I will spell-check every other word -
my mind was on a lump in my gullet.
After much examination
the doctor declared that I have a bone in my throat
one unknown to medical science;
at first she thought it might be a chicken bone
but it waggles only when I talk
and spins when I write.
Apparently there are strings attached to it,
something is pulling at that little bone.
When x-rayed it dances a jig
as if to entertain.
I’m still waiting for a second opinion
though I must admit I am enjoying
being the unidentified voice
of my muses little pinky bone.
Categories:
skeptically, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Rhapsody of rainbow
morphs into morose mélange
of shredded exuberance,
bleeding colors
bleached from collapsed cloud
of twilight zone
embroidered by sunset spectrum,
profoundly permeate
as ingrained blemish
the lilac lattice
of the broken heart,
the sordid shades of blue
paint the linen of love,
f r a y e d....
Requiem of longing roses
resonates tragic melody
in melancholic medley,
wilting petals pine
for forlorn feelings,
the dripping tear drops
of mourning dew
on failing floral luster
desiccate in somber sunshine
of the deserted mind,
fading flowers make
weathered wreath
for decedent passion,
o b s c u r e....
Convergent cacophony
accrues relentless
in the entropic cauldron
of disharmonic music,
bemused chaotic symphony
dismantles incoherent
on discordant waves of refrain,
captured in
strained smiles,
sneering the inane scenario
of lonely life,
where sanguine songs turn
into nonsensical noise,
echoed by reflective soul,
a r c a n e....
Leitmotif of life
seen skeptically
through indolent cynic lens
of distorted essence,
magnifies manifold
into crooked contortion
of convoluted conscience,
a b e r r a n t....
Categories:
skeptically, analogy, imagery, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
we walked three miles in the country
in the dark
down the lonely roads
and past the deep swamp
too far away from home to be intimate with,
to the nearly deserted farmhouse whose family was
all dead or gone but for three:
our country school teacher and her brother and sister
we were ushered inside
the door creaked
all i remember is the living room, dimly lit in faded
greys and yellows
to our left, sat the thin grey-haired sister rocking and
laughing quietly to herself the whole time
to the right, stood the brother – small white-haired man
wearing worn-out bib overalls – silently leaning against
the door frame to the kitchen
miss scott bustled past him and brought a plate of
poisoned cookies fresh from the oven, and we had
to eat them knowing we would soon die
after a forever visit, we escaped to continue our
trick-or-treating
we never died, and i’m not sure miss scott did, either
it must have been at least twenty years later that i
told my children this story as we drove to their
grandparents’ and we passed that very place
eyeing the old farm skeptically, the kids gasped as
they saw a wraith-like old woman step up onto the porch
Categories:
skeptically, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
dog hears
His Master's Voice
music to a dog's ears
iconic RCA Victor's
Nipper
December 29, 2020
Contest: Trademark ~ Quintain
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
AN: After he had finished his famous painting on 11th February 1898, Francis Barraud (Liverpool) thought to himself that maybe the Edison-Bell phonograph company would find his work useful. Sadly, the company turned down Barraud’s offer, skeptically stating Dogs don’t listen to phonographs. But soon enough, the painting would become a highly successful trademark of the RCA Victor, HMV, EMI, and its many branch companies, as a registered trademark on July 10th, 1900.
Categories:
skeptically, 11th grade, dog, music,
Form:
Cinquain
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To a dog, an empty hand's cause
even a well-intentioned one
flinches an involuntary jaw..
your neighbor's just the same.
Have you grown leery the open palm?
wearied away as your brother's keeper.
Not responsible to his good name
nor good will as guarded trustee
over your godchildren.
No blame to you, good sir
or madam-
No right or wrong
by royal decree
monastic or fiduciary..
nor heavy handed scepter
to wield
relinquished or relished
as monarchal beneficiary.
Just the same, I
in fealty or name
skeptically question
right from wrong..
guilty as charged
all the day long.
Often what I read and I see,
some people scare me
put in my brother's shoes
I probably would too.
Categories:
skeptically, brother, people, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme