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Heathen Poems

A Heathen Liturgy

why does universe whisper that there is no final destination?

no matter how powerful, words a real universe cannot build

a blue-green world held in tight thrall by a star and surrounding system

we are made from the materials which our environment provides

an existence spent orbiting source of our ability to be

we are imperfect beings within a non-judgmental

Categories: heathen, change, earth, people, perspective,
Form: Monoku

Pootidoodle

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.

Categories: heathen, allah, christian, fantasy, god,
Form: Rhyme

Harry the Heathen Haddock

[A couple… ONLY TWO?… of you have wondered about my recent absence from Soup. I’m on a personal challenge to write 52 poems for kiddies… maybe, only maybe, to put a booklet together. My mind doesn’t naturally do ‘kiddy think’ so it’s stretching me a bit.

This little ode, I felt was too grown up for

Categories: heathen, atheist, fish, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

When the Heathen Comes

WHEN THE HEATHEN COMES
When will the horizon;
Spin down and shine;
When will never come:
Whom am I to cry out;

When the heathen comes

When will the fire rain;
Sprinkle down my pain;
And who shall remain;
Why must I sustain;

When shall I cry out my name;
When the heathen comes;
Shall I stand or will I run;

Am I just a joke
Missing the plan

Categories: heathen, appreciation, character, endurance, engagement,
Form: Rhyme

Out of Sorts, the Heathen

A wandering heathen
compelled to wander and wonder,
clinging to the subjective notions
and half-baked personal philosophies
that evolve with each new day
and whisper with each pale night.
Away from the Kingdom Hall,
past temples more austere
and churchyards more severe
and cemeteries filled with believers.
Away from the witch
and away from the doctor
and past the feckless witchdoctor,
casually to the throng of the witless,
clinging

Categories: heathen, philosophy,
Form: Free verse

You Are a Heathen and I Need To Read a Book

So how did your meeting go?  My boss asked Number One and Me. Number one is actually Thing one, and I am Thing 2, for it was Thing One’s idea to adopt families and give Christmas presents to children, and she has been doing it for ten years, I have only been on board

Categories: heathen, anti bullying, bullying, humor,
Form: Narrative

Divine Heathen Lurches Philosophical

index finger of left hand
     (likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
     at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to coax (zealously
     tap into his latent indivisible quo
shunt, sans self imposed

     quotidian literary endeavor slow
lee witnessing, an emergent

Categories: heathen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Free Cee a Heathen Headed For Hell

A HEATHEN HEADED FOR HELL

I’ve never been a mentor nor a sage
I have, however, garnered knowledge by age
No one has ever deemed me a professor or scholar
But I’d defile God’s name if I donned a white collar

Lord knows I’ve blasphemed the Lord in numerous ways
By assorted means I’ve cursed Him for granting me too many

Categories: heathen, angst, me, me, drug,
Form: Quatrain

Heathen

Discreet but familiar cradles bound and chained by fountains of sin with the 
southern wind laden amongst conversations of warrented end,unraveling 
sinister phenomenon conquering far beyond listen to the laughter of the 
thousand year grace now out of place. Recieve your invincible step into the 
crucible suffer as it becomes part of you the primitive

Categories: heathen, imagination, mystery, betrayal, time,
Form: Dramatic Verse