It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as the glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time sceptics
accept the fact,
it's true.
Believe
in climate change;
it’s happening right now,
there is no time left for debate.
We can’t afford to ignore this problem
for nature has assured us that
weather patterns are off,
despite what some
believe.
We failed
in our mission
to reach carbon neutral.
Progress and profit trump caution
and we’re now feeling the consequences
as global warming reshapes Earth.
Opting to do nothing
when it mattered;
we failed.
Categories:
sceptics, angst, anxiety, change, image,
Form: Rictameter
It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as our glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time sceptics
accept the fact;
it's true.
Categories:
sceptics, angst, anxiety, change, environment,
Form: Rictameter
Once a gambler, always...
... so the sceptics say...
My retort is life's a gamble
We take risks every day
I reside in a house palatial
Can justify purchases wasteful
Wise bets are luxuries paid for
Extravagant lifestyle enabled
Jewellery gathers, burgeoning
From overstuffed box, emerging
Avoid crowding, time to pawn
My value continually surging!
String of onyx required no thought
Ripped quickly, no longer sought
Capitalist bent continually urging
For exchange, gems duly brought
To seedy grimy store, 'We Sell All'
Flat rejection brought my apall
Not impressed by onyx glib faces
Declared necklace worth bugger all
In its absence necklace graces
Dazzling array, high value embraces
Dull rock considered inconsequential
Celestial head breeds striking phrases
NB: For Julia, who cancels Contests I enter
Categories:
sceptics, destiny, fun, house, success,
Form: Rhyme
Take me back to age six
When I wasn't full of so many, sceptics
Take me back to the dreams
I shared with you when you were still alive
Take me back to the feels
The feels to strive to thrive when I still had the drive
Take me back to age five
Where I would jive just to see you arrive
Take me back to the times
Times I didn't have to fight just to survive
Take me back to my height
Where I'd try with all my might just to reach
Take me back to when you would preach
Whenever you had a lesson to teach
Saying o tla mpontsha "speech"
Take me back to to trends
Before I'd burn the candle at both ends
Take me back to having friends
Before I knew how everybody just pretends
Before my pen would offend
But the only memory my brain sends,
Is to the time where your life ends
The time everybody had something to recommend
Not forgetting the time I would spend
Trying to get my broken heart to mend
Tell me did you really intend,
to leave her for us to depend?
All your 'firstborn' cares about is her friends
Do you know how many rules she bends?
Us she'd never tend to defend
Yeah, nice funeral mom, pity you couldn't attend.
Categories:
sceptics, absence, age, allusion, angst,
Form: Free verse
The trouble with sceptics is they boast
There is no way there can be any ghosts
They say spiritualists operate in great error
And create their own manufactured terror
Spirits can influence the inviting human mind
And have done so since Biblical times
So to comment on your theory of Ideomotor effect
Let us take time to seriously reflect
That the supernatural can affect some in a physical way
To push Ouija in what to say
Suggested thoughts enter some minds and they can hear it
They are paranormal and come from the spirit
So don't think you have it all figured out
Unexplained things happen there is no doubt
There is no logical way for you to argue
For God is supernatural too.
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
9/19/18
Categories:
sceptics, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Ideomotor Effect
Spirits cannot share information,
Don’t be fooled by false witness.
Everyone is capable of psychic energy,
It’s just subconscious, no more no less.
Ouija is controlled by greater will,
Like a phenomenon or ideomotor effect.
Physical presence, not spiritual presence,
Stay rational follow minds context.
Sceptics develop belief through fakery,
Ghost hunters heighten reactive emotions.
Fear creates anxiety and cold terror,
Darkness perfect for conceptual notions.
Paranormal, spiritualism is big business,
Should I keep an open mind.
Show me the evidence, show me the proof,
My natural antithesis does not rewind.
Categories:
sceptics, atheist, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
FOR MA’RUFAH ODETUNDUN
Humanitarianism, humility...be your professed mien, Hajiah.
Although sceptics abound everywhere with satirical sarcasm,
Project a sanguine character, prophylaxiating stray focusedness;
Perhaps all their perspiration will drain in the sewage of oblivion.
Yours will be coveted excellence on your path to professionalism.
Banality is the bane of life vis-a-vis the hereafter.
Indeed, even you’d cast preference on the inexhaustible eternity.
Rue you shall not for sardonic conceit in your benign character
Till you reach the peak of your professional career, against all odds.
Happy birthday should not be excepted from this didactic acrostic,
Dear, and healthiness, long life and progress—all constitute my wishes.
As you continue to lead a modest life deserving of emulation,
You shall be elevated to desired heights till you sight your expectations.
Categories:
sceptics, beauty, birthday, celebration, cute
Form: Acrostic
A great storm was brewing
Large numbers queuing
Thunderstorms rolling, lightning blazed
Throngs of people held spellbound, amazed
Trees swayed with arms raised
Nature too had joined in praise
Sceptics unable to accord him such praise
It was Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" address.
Categories:
sceptics, dedication, discrimination, society,
Form: Rhyme
I pause to my thoughts
Covered with a mist of sceptics
Sweating in fear
Like caught in a crocodiles' mouth
Left on a cross road"with out a
campus"
Nowhere to go
Only the sound of silence
And the small voices of wind
An ants journey which never ends
A cockroach without a head
Categories:
sceptics, confusion
Form: Verse
Atomise the pressure...
...all is not what it seems...
reoccurring windswept...
challenge the force free...
Free spirits come full circle
Free spirits will endure...
Smoke and mirrors
Smoke and mirrors
The sceptics yet reveal...
Punctuated reason...
Lessons well learned...
Surreal the undecided...
The composite of sure...
Premature attraction...
...unmasked the decline...
The traveller windswept...
has learned the sound of time...
Categories:
sceptics, art,
Form: Concrete
I stood upon the hill and closed my eyes,
And listened to the sound of wind and rain;
My face and hair were wet, my body chilled,
And then I sensed the presence of the Dane.
I turned around and saw him watching me,
And rooted to the spot, I forced a smile -
Although, the hairs were rising on my neck -
As motionless, he watched me all the while.
He wore a helmet, held an axe and shield,
A giant man, with flaxen beard and hair,
The face was hard, his eyes were cold and blue -
I can’t describe the menace in his stare.
It seemed like hours; I stared into that face,
And all the while, consumed by fearful dread;
I knew he meant me harm but couldn’t move -
Oh yes, I would have turned around and fled.
The booming thunder seemed to break the spell;
He glowed - then disappeared, as lightning flashed;
Though sceptics laugh and say I’d drank too much,
I’d found the place the Viking’s gold was stashed!
Categories:
sceptics, visionaryme,
Form: Narrative
Nothing more than a crutch is what the sceptics say,
A weakling, softy, Christian in Christ we must obey.
Have I got news for those who haven’t got a clue?
It’s sad to think they do not know, the word of God is true.
Apparently they’ve never heard the price some had to pay,
Apostle Paul and countless others were tortured every day.
They never found a crutch, or wanted out at any time,
But kept on trusting Jesus by faith, the only joy and
Peace one can ever find.
A crutch the last thing a real Christian would ever need,
Just a close relationship, not religion, daily on His word
We feed.
We are hard pressed, ridiculed, rejected on every side,
But eager to sacrifice everything, not to lean on a crutch
Believing God’s report, only in Him and Him only
We can abide.
Categories:
sceptics, religionchristian, christian,
Form: I do not know?
Love and life ,now lost in time .
Deluded dreams that drive the hope .
When meaningful moments marched in rhyme
For pauper,priest ,Prince and Pope .
Sceptics scan each scrap of news
With time and tide precision tools ,
Where visionaries vent their victory views.
For friend and foe's forgiving fools .
Categories:
sceptics, life, time,
Form: Alliteration
Beyond the sky, she spreads her wings to fly
Soaring freely within this sanctuary of desire
Gracefully gliding through space – she’s sensually enlightened!
But through treachery, a touchstone of humankind, she sighs,
As humanity again, betrays her, extinguishing soul’s fire
in life’s archetype, like a loss of gravity – her eyes haunted!
Hearkening to violent talk, see vexed fury within her eye
Wings so tattered & torn, and splattered with mire
She plummets, aimlessly through belief – she's near defeated!
Sceptics pollute her mind with doubts so sly
but a belief so fervent, sceptics become the subject of satire
A surge of hope and compelled to conviction – she is inspired!
And although a lingering state of sadness, always nigh
- calamities of sceptics so near and familiar,
but no situation greater than she, she’s in control – she’s strengthened!
Hale and hearty, she can laugh and she can cry
but vanquish must the injections of sceptics to aspire,
because through these woes, she is her dream – she has, survived!
Categories:
sceptics, hope, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse