Skeptic Poems

Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture like a burning man in Dante's Inferno

Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture (like a burning man) in Dante's Inferno

Self immolation as sacrificial bleating lamb
promises eternal martyrdom
awaiting voluntary die hard protester,
where countless vestal virgins provide blissfulness
(think Playboy mansion on steroids)
synonymous with delightful
grand view garden of Eden
transmuting mortal flesh
(clothed in lovely bones)
into burnt offering
mummifying and searing
once robust sacred heart
courtesy hungry, and angry

Fickled Skeptic-

Why should you call me autumn when I'm sPriNg 
Why would you yell at the robins that siNg
~
Why would you submit to the devil's LieS
Why won't you speak to him and tell him to get behind
Fret not your help Jesus armies are in the sKieS

3/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

I, the Skeptic

Mind if I tell you, honestly, I’m not
The spokesman for a Holy God I used to be
As time has failed to convince me, the skeptic,
Of righteousness and the efficacy of prayer.
The change has come slowly, over time …
As many a deep concern has gone unexplained
And, as I studied humanity’s gross inhumanity
While the “God of love”

While Skeptic Attempts To Comprehend the Legacy of Jonathan Edwards

Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,

nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years

Captain Skeptic Kill Joy At Your Service If You Will

Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick

And all i can think is how was it done

That is the level of sceptic i have become

With every believer comes a sceptic

Enter front and left Captain Sceptic

Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal

Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm

Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand

If it's to good to be true it generally is

And there

Nonbeliever

Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub

She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?).

The Skeptic Asks For Proof

The skeptic says, prove it and I'll believe,
prove God is real and I'll believe--but,
I answer, how can I prove the reality
of a Being that is beyond the lines of
space and time, life and death: eternal....

How can I even grasp the idea of God,
when I can think one thought at a time,
speak with one voice at

Long In the Tooth Skeptic

Long In The Tooth Skeptic,...
Nonetheless Rooted With Gumption

Implicit virtue of humankind
figuratively locked horns with vice,
yet time and again this mortal celibate,
(not by choice) sexagenarian thrice
older father of deux priceless young

women chock full, sans esprit de corps
exude radiant ump pa vital to add spice
to an otherwise humdrum life,
begat by reproductive cells
smaller than a grain of rice,

yet

Crack Open Your Mind

No other planets are
Inhabited, you say;
What proof, have you of this?
You could ask me the same; 
It’s egotistical.
Do you really believe?

Have you been to each
And every planet?
How did you get there?
Perhaps a rocket?
Or your own shuttle?

Pompous ego!
The fool assumes
All without proof
But open minds,

Say maybe…
Possible…
Yes perhaps…

Open
Your mind,

Think.

Pathetic Skeptic Who Was Diabetic

We knew Trump was purely pathetic;
Also leaping, lewd and lascivious skeptic; 
Bizarre;
Should see scar;
He had been overweight and a diabetic.

Jim Horn

Pathetic Skeptic Who Was Diabetic

We knew Trump was purely pathetic;
Also leaping, lewd and lascivious skeptic; 
Bizarre;
Should see scar;
He had been overweight and a diabetic.

Jim Horn

Skeptic Heart

the skeptic heart 
full of doubt 
uncertainty 
reservations 
reign supreme
within the resentful 
soul
misgivings create 
a suspicious mind 
one that is unwilling 
to even try and fathom 
the possibility of another 
version of reality different 
then the one that is believed 
to be true

The Skeptic

So, what’s up with Noah?
He’s building an ark,
From early each morning,
‘Till long after dark.

He’s preaching that there
Will be judgment someday,
And so he just works,
While the rest of us play.

It’s really quite foolish,
This nonsense that God
Will destroy the whole world;
His mind’s in a fog.

For nothing has changed
Since the world has begun,
We’re eating and drinking,
And having some

The Doubter, the Skeptic, the Believer

The doubter finds a way of not believing
Convinced they've seen the worst in man
For how can there be, one higher than me
When we've seen the world's pain and misery

They tend to focus on the sadness and the narrow
Hate to live life by anothers rule
You can't make them believe, but if they looked they could see
His

The Skeptic

Religion is a separator,
not a lifesaver. 

Man made it in his mind.

Take a lesson in history,
maybe you’ll see. 
I do not believe
that God is right for me.

Neither the Devil nor Jesus,
do I believe to exist.

Go spread the word of your deity
and end up at the guillotine…

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