Heresy Poems - Poems about Heresy

I. Of Circuits and Litanies Somewhere between the limbic lobe and the ache of late-night Eucharist, you touched me— not in flesh but in the soft mutiny of neurons. They do not teach us that synapses pray in the tongue of longing, that oxytocin sings psalms in dim-lit corridors of the amygdala. Love is not a metaphor. It is a switch, a slow-burning heresy of selfhood dissolved in the damp...

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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 anger and fear of men in despair. "Just disappear!," he cries to himself on...

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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, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Why do faith, hope and...

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Giordano Bruno looked up at night Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light Planets might circle those many suns They might even have life, we might not be the only ones The Church called his words a crime, not just a mistake For this heresy, they burned him at the stake. If your ideas undermine the narrative, you're...

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Various Heresies 11 The beauty of the flower fades, its petals wither to charades... —Michael R. Burch the U-turn poem by michael r. burch Life so defaulty, Life so unfair, why do wee prize U, what do U care? LORD who lets unborns drown in a flood, CELESTIAL ABORTIONIST, r U sure Ur understood? Hellion by michael r. burch cold as stone, cold to the bone, so cold inside even icebergs moan, such is...

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Various Heresies 9 Post-Nashville Covenant by Michael R. Burch We love our God. We love our guns. We despise the weak. Don’t call us Huns! We love our kids. We love our schools. We love our guns. Don’t call us fools! We pledge ourselves to the strong defense of the Constitution and our Mensch. Once re-elected, Trump will rule with God and guns and safer schools. Wonderworks by Michael R. Burch History’s mysteries abound & astound, found (profound) the whole earth ’round, even...

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HERESY Holding contentious views Here in this bright spotlight Hardly a perfect choice Hoping for some support Hurtful insults or not Heresy not welcome Heaven will still survive...

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I Since Martin Luther It's rather simple Only One Savior Not Mother, Angel, W. Branham or Joanna Southcott! Sins antidote: Jesus's Blood II Born in 1750, Southcott At 64 claimed pregnancy With Messiah "Shiloh" This "Panacea" christianity Led to her death: delusion Even claiming 144,000 only Was the number to be saved From Earth? Heresy is recycled, sadly! But not plastic & polluting rubbish Especially in my South Africa NOTE: since Luther, a...

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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, predestination The big one: anti-Trinitarian "Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie To...

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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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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 R. Burch those who do Evil do not know why what they...

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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 fellow mortals claim our questions merit hell! The cause of our damnation? They...

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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 tears, chants, dances, drugs, séances, tombs’ white alabaster prayer-rooms, wombs where dead men’s...

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

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fog by michael r. burch ur just a bit of fluff drifting out over the ocean, unleashing an atom of rain, causing a minor commotion, for which u expect awesome GODS to pay u SUPREME DEVOTION! ... but ur just a smidgen of mist unlikely to be missed... where did u get the notion?...

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