so many religious belief systems
fundamentalists screeching
the din is deafening
a gentle breeze blows
our skin is warmed by the sun
no wonder heart hums a love song
resting mind, we learn by direct touch
contrary to popular religious belief
our universe was not created in a week
the universe did not spring from nowhere
spewing out planets and breathable air
that which constitutes the totality
has forever defined reality
difference lying within the constant changes
which evolution by any other name is
this world was not created for humankind
we adapted became physically aligned
to survive the environment our planet provides
what is possible becoming the ongoing guide
humans forgot their place within being
only themselves they now seem to be seeing
fortunately this universe does not care
if species is self-centered and unaware
that not one condition is ever permanent
including the so-called human experiment
no matter who or how long faith denies
fabricates larger, more intricate lies
self-righteousness and all consuming prayer
realty destroys it layer by layer
coming down to final analysis
existence shall always be all there is
Echoing in the halls
Her final calls
The serenade of the ails
A closure of tales
She found relief
In solemn religious belief
A single beam of light
To stay the night
The weak and the dying
Tears finally drying
Still she stays strong
In the face of many a swan song
The walls crumble
Once proud, now humble
But we still stand tall
To stave off the fall
Her wisdom is a guide
To hundreds who confide
So many are weak
But few are meek
From atheist to theist
Every forehead she has kissed
In this moment we embrace humanity
In the face of insanity
The siren sings
And paradise rings
One last mushroom
To erase the gloom
Echoing in the halls
Her final calls
The serenade of a ghost
Who loved us the most
BIGOTRY
The world would be a better place
If people would respect each others race
There are many people that names do call
They are nothing but racists and bigots all.
Freedom of speech and religious belief after all
Should be respected by one and all
But many people this do not see
And go on spreading bigotry.
If bigots and racists would just admit
That they are wrong that would be the end of it
Than the world for it would better be
And all could live in peace and with dignity.
“Bigotry is an illness that needs to be healed”
R. Taub
April 8, 2015
I don't like to talk about politics
And defiantly not religion
But listen world this makes us sick
Love and peace is what should be given
Politicians make the decision
To do what they think is right
Send forces off to faraway lands
Give mandates for them to fight
People sometimes are not nice
In the countries I have been
But maybe they should've thought twice
Could they cope with what I've seen
Some say this is for the great of god
But this is not always the case
Religious belief taken into account
That country is their place
I know we do a damn fine job
Many lives have been saved
But really world is it right
Too many early graves
The government of the day
Need to listen too the people
Political views and religious ways
Cause death and visits to the steeple
Revival of Your Belief Horn Saying
So world will continue its survival
We need to read God's great bible
And religious belief has a revival.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Let he who is with out sin cast the first stone
A mother is worthless, because she lives alone
A young man is branded, because a name of a street
Sneering of food banks, and the need to eat
Just hate him because of his love of a man
Leer at the beggar, who earns what he can
Twisting of young minds, with religious belief
Or instilling hatred, with patriotic, grinding teeth
Blame the junkie because of choices that were made
Ridicule the old as their looks start to fade
Show disdain as they pour on to our shores
Forget how we stole, what was theirs is now yours
Have hatred for the man who cant pay his rent
Scorn on the bum who's youth was misspent
Question a man because of the colour of his skin
Remove hospital care, till the fat man gets thin
Don't question my values till you analyse your own, for
Let he who is with out sin cast the first stone
My parting words, which I'll keep quite brief
Never mock another's religious belief
Whether Christian or Muslim, Buddhist or Jew
Only people, not God, would wish harm upon you.
My second point that's of no less worth:
Cherish every living creature ever put on this earth.
Bring no harm to plants, to wildlife or to man,
Live as peacefully coexistent as you possibly can.
And finally, God witness, I share my true Creed,
Which took me a lifetime to consistently heed.
Whenever you seem to do naught but to lose,
Tis time for a binge with both liquor and shoes!!!
First place in contest: "My Parting Gifts"
Judged 9/1/2016
Eve Roper
Eve .... “Life”, living, lively from the day it began
Very much a woman because she was taken out of “Man”
Eager to please fellow man
Raining with budding inspiration for creativity in the arts
Overly sympathetic nature arouses storms of emotional feeling in the heart
Peace of mind and the love awakes for true relaxation creed
Embodied with ambitious and open to rational ideas that led
Rooted to responsibilities and harvest religious belief
By: Eve Roper 11/23/2015
Christian Believer Hypocrisy
Kentucky clerk Kim Davis
Use of her religious belief is a mistake most gravest.
While denying same-sex marriage, she is cherry picking the bible
When she grants divorced persons marriage licenses, making her argument not very viable.
Jesus had several times said something about divorce and remarriage. Corinthians 7:10-11 especially applies to Kim Davies who has three divorces and four marriages. Not only is she a hypocrite, she is using religion to promulgate hate. Oh yes, I think Jesus said something about "loving your neighbor" that seems lost on christian conservatives.
A stranger, we were, the first time we met
Like freshly transformed butterflies, we had no regret
One thousandth-worth of questions; we wanted to know
While we mingled with that one promise; we couldn’t let go
A stranger, we were, meeting for a second time
And by slowly devouring our fears, I found you in I’m
Below us, lies the moon, playing games like a thief
And then you entangled me with your religious belief
A stranger, we were, until we became friends
When we started sharing our thoughts under a special lens
We let, not one night passes by without saying a word
Refreshing each memory along with the early birds
We’re now friend for life and we’re strangers no more
With only the depth of the heavens, to answer for
We’ve come a long way and have uncovered a great deal
We’ve been strangers in dreams; it’s now time to make it real
By Wilbert Dela Cruz
They're the Little Sisters of the Poor so devoted in their deeds
And suddenly they are at war or at least as Obama Care reads
They wanted to fine them dearly or give up their religious belief
A mismatch all had thought clearly but for a little heavenly relief
Accused of "fighting an invisible dragon", and called "implausible" too
Such wickedness they would usually shun but this attack of evil is new
And there they are so meek in their way their only weapon being prayer
Many are very old and long since grey yet for whom is it not fair
The Little Sisters just won their last battle a shot right to their face
But I still hear the snakes rattle slithering around in such disgrace
With such a dismissive tone as is their attitude towards all liberty
But His Light has just shone and now everyone can clearly see
The Nuns will forever fight having the Lord close to their side
Shining His Light on all that this administration tries so hard to hide
But the Little Sisters of the poor such a precious special group
It took them to say no more, we won't jump through your hoop
Saint Jeanne Jugan we pray for humble hearts.
Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine?
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define
Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind
Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?
It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf
Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew
As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife
Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan
All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley
With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly
Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive
NEW GANGA
[Written after the sad demise of Kalpana Chawla & her 6
co-astronauts in a space crash on Feb 1,2003]
The sky is the limit...
Nay, I must travel beyond ;
My name is Kalpana ,
I'm the sprite of imagination.
With the boom of Columbia
Myself kindled to glow like a star
Unfortunately you search me
In Texas debris.
No bones, No blood, No cells
No sign of corporeal remnants
Why do you mourn and condole
When I'm away from funeral pyres??
Amidst the stars, planets and satellites
I live in the breath
Of a New Born Bear*
In the sky stretching from
Karnal*** to Florida.
Fetch if you can
I must descend like the Ganges;**
I would be your New Ganga.
*Refers to great bear constellation
**Refers to the holy river.There is a religious belief in India River Ganga was brought
from heaven by Bhagirathi . River Ganga is regarded as Goddess .
***Refers to birth place of kALPANA in India
At dawn in the misty silence I saw before me spread
Hundreds of ghostly tombstones marking out the dead
Here beneath the sodden earth they lay in eternal sleep
This is a place of sorrow where those who come here weep
This is a place of silence the silence of the dead
This is where hearts are broken, this is where tears are shed
Row upon row the tombstones carved by a mason's hand
Speak of the pain and heartache none of us understand
A tiny spot on the planet that friends or loved ones tend
Regardless of fame and fortune here’s where we meet our end
No greed or ambition is present, no one’s aware of your worth
All of mankind is equal when laid to rest under the earth.
Ignoring age or gender immune to religious belief
The grim reaper takes his quota leaving us only grief
A chilling question crossed my mind as I slowly turned to go
Who will be next to be planted at the end of the latest row?
The mist had began to thicken, as rain began to fall
As I left this place I wondered why are we here at all?
Why should we all end like this?, why was it all begun?
Blindly I stared into the mist, for answers I had none
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