Heresy Poems

Theory of God

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

Various Heresies 12

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

Why I Left the Religious Right

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

Heretic

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

Various Heresies 11

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

Various Heresies 9

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

Heresy

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

Jesus Messiah

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

Stronger With Jws - With Jesus I Pray

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

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.

Various Heresies 8

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

Various Heresies 7

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

Various Heresies 6

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

Heresy

Heresy
Lives vibrantly
When filament of faith
turns into shadows

Fog

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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