Skepticism Poems

The warning

I went to the cop, in New Haven PD
I said I've got a crime story, but it's hard to believe
The cop said cheerfully, "let's hear, try me"
So I took a deep breath, tried a memory retrieve.

I said, "for a year I was getting the urge to merge
It disrupted my sleep, and I tried to purge
You

Skepticism-Happy

I like to invite Happiness over for tea
But I'm always anxious when it stays longer than I expect
While it sits in the living room, peacefully drinking from it's cup
My heart beats faster
Anytime soon, the cup will break
Maybe there's too much sugar in the tea
I start pacing around the house doing everything but entertaining my guest

But

Skepticism Sue

You could wallpaper your home with her skepticism
She trusts no one
Especially not her siblings
Or her parents

This sets her turntable for life
I doubt is her mantra
Bet you are lying is her motto
People are not standing in line to become her friend

Genocide Blues

To his Hungarian Jewish village, Moses returned
Atrocities were dismissed, his warnings spurned
He described Jews buried in ditches, gave details to persuade:
Agonized children, naked corpses, but the villagers were not swayed

Moses was diagnosed by his listeners as mad
He shouted, "Listen to me", but the wall was ironclad
He asked, "where are all the people who went with

Wave of Skepticism

What are we, if not seafarers?
Writing words and aspirations to escape,
Kraken's grasp of deep dark seas.
Of turbulent brains during the storm.
A wave of skepticism, as if love was magic.
Isn't conceivable that this never occurs.

Written: November 29, 2022

State of Skepticism

surely hate 
being in jailed seat
I'm battling
to be heard
not shoved back into silence
halved to denial


Written: April 30, 2022

Musing On the Soul

What is this soul we talk about?
Might I find it in a droplet of water
Perhaps, in a pop tune … a shout,
In a loving mother, an abusive father?
Elusive and ethereal, so hard to find
Is it in our unique thought processes,
A synonym for the individual mind,
Something every human possesses?
Perhaps, a figment of imagination?
Something we cannot understand,
Many

Skepticism

I plead, out of cynicism, for accepting. 
I am here, and my regrets are flagging. 
It's unlikely for me just to be harming. 
My chest has gotten used to my suffering. 

Confession is ugly and does not avail. 
My silence helps me feel like such an angel. 
My poem often turned into a puzzle. 
It

Comments On Crooked Politicians

Empty promises waft effortlessly through the air
The vacuous bleating of self-important bloviators,
Who claim the best interests of the noble citizenry
Uppermost in their clever, plotting minds who dare

To seek approval from the greater masses at the polls,
While thinly disguising their not-so-quixotic intentions.
Such troublesome breaches in the breastwork
Of liberty, these mischievous self-indulgent trolls

Who feed from the public

The Shadow of a Doubt

He meandered  the alleyways of being
uncertain of the origins of his conceptions,
unclear about the emergence of his thought.
 
Along the way, he happened on  Erebus,
deepening shadows of skepticism,
darkening the lines of  incredulity.

He regarded this as quite strange. What possible
value could there be to acuminate agnosticism?
What purpose could cultivating qualms serve?

Erebus stopped and

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?).

Skepticism and Inepticism

Skepticism and Inepticism

Sometimes we seem to understand sceptism,
Unless it has been interfered with inepticism;
Not sure,
If impure,
Then ended up being fooled by deceiptiveism.

Jim Horn

Breaking the Spell

(title shamelessly borrowed from Daniel C. Dennett’s book of the same name)

Brainwashed parents, brainwashed kids.
Abort the vortex: hit the skids!
Become the one who dares to find
How much tradition's tricked your mind.

Not by parents’ views alone,
By peers, as well, strange seeds were sown.
Beliefs took root, grew deep and real,
Yet may defraud; don’t go by feel.

When you’ve

Cogito Ergo Something

The account of Descartes was redoubtable:
“I exist, since this thought is undoubtable.”
   Mister Hume peered inside,
   Said, “I see naught besides
Just my thoughts, so your logic is floutable.”

Ode To the Failure of Modern Philosophy To Defeat Skepticism

Poor ol’ Pyrrho, he’s the hero
Of my somber poetry:
Couldn’t figure how to pick your
Core beliefs with certainty.

Bold Descartes, he got the party
Started with his Cogito.
Up popped Pyrrho (what a zero!),
Said to think is not to know.

Next, John Locke, he tried his luck; he
Claimed true knowledge must appear
By consensus of the senses,
But just how, he wasn’t

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