Short Doubting Thomas Poems
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With each and every empty promise...
.....I am more and more a "Doubting Thomas"...
For John Freeman's contest
Oops...looks like I'm too late!!
Hello?....
Yes...... you can call me Thomas.....
......I tried that
Yes, yes.... you can call me Thomas
Ok, one more time
And again?....
Call me doubting Thomas
Yes, I appreciate my call is important to you
Ok... off and on again...
No? still the same.... can you call me a taxi
The Atheist
am I the person
who disbelieves existence
of God--for lack of
can’t see HIM---visions
concept confused---based religions
agnostic, skeptic
doubt, disbeliever
doubting Thomas atheist
lack nonbeliever
11/24/18
For The Atheist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Winter gusts subside,
Pleasant sunlight pours inside,
Welcome after cold.
Snow and ice grow old.
This peek must be a promise.
Don't be a "Doubting Thomas".
Ice and snow must end.
Bitter winter we rescind!
Traded for warm light.
Sun a timely sight.
Nature's plan unfolds before
Spring can open doors.
I had never before heard of the faerie of the sea
They had to prove the existence of her to me
I grew up in Missouri, you see
The “show me state” which should tell thee
we have to see it ourselves, or we will not believe
They took me to the ocean in a boat called S.S. McVee
Faerie of the Sea came swimming by and gave me a nod.
Guess you are the doubting Thomas named Rob?
Jesus painted a picture that I alone could see,
no more was I considered a Doubting Thomas.
Despite my many shortcomings He still loved me,
and had given to me hope, truth, and promise.
At times God has placed me on an uncertain path,
it’s during these times he is testing my faith.
Obedience is the key to avoiding God’s wrath,
And dispels any picture I have of Hell’s wraith
DOUBTING THOMAS
Thomas Doubting did what Doubting Thomas’s do
He doubted he existed, he doubted if he was true
“I am! Therefore, I doubt,” said our doubting Tom
I doubt I had any parents, a dad or loving mom
He doubted all there was to doubt, he even doubted doubt
He doubted he was living life; he was a doubt devout
He doubted he could hang himself, he doubted his demise
Thomas Doubting went to his grave, a surprised look in his eyes
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I saw you seated by the flame,
You outshone in frame and name.
This hand for faint a line I blame,
That has not painted you too well.
I searched you in the jostling crowd.
Your being when I saw set my core aloud.
Such face as yours is not behind the Cloud
As nature still has painted you too well.
Lest I give you o’erwhelming praise,
The doubting Thomas would think me crazed.
They would not credit what my poor tongue says,
Yet well they know my tongue is not a useless Swell.