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22-08-2014, 12:17 AM
Atheist Poetry
Included in my book : "Your life is yours!" December 2013

O ye, destroyer man
(angry rant)

Oh ye, destroyer man, who destroys the works of God,
Inquisitive man, that won't stop discovering,
Whom in the orgy of it's discoveries, an emptyness reveals,
Where once there was a God, that you invented.

You're nothing more than a curious animal,
The answers to unsolved misteries you hunt,
Verify, review, inspect, oversee, survey,
Examine, check, revise, supervise and test.

Oh man that everything wants to know,
No longer wanting unfounded tales,
The uncertainties of life you strip,
Catching the ill-founded myths on a grip.

The thunders of God's wrath are now only electricity,
The motion of the Earth, the Sun, the Moon, only gravity,
With viruses and bacteria you explain divine illnesses,
With beautifull myths, you rather wallow in reality?

Say, O mankind, say how shall your mind now be tamed?
Your money seized and your seed indoctrinated?
Without the reins of guilt and fear of God, or of hell?...
How shall you stay an obedient, eternal servant?


I'll tell you ...

Through ignorance, that little detail,
That any miracle believes, in the way it is described.

If life goes running well, it's a miracle, God is kind,
In the accident nobody dies, miracle, God is kind,
If In the accident three die and three survive, one crippled,
It could have been worse, it was a miracle, God is kind,
If all die in the accident, shure it is a miracle,
More angels were needed in heaven to aid with the miracles.

Oh ignorance, that holy quality ...

If you do not know why there is a world rather than nothing,
It is the work of God!
If you do not know what caused the explosion of Big Bang,
It is the work of God!
If you don't know why nature is so beautiful and diverse,
It is the work of God!

And when you get to know the answer to these questions,
Other questions will be there to convince you,
Other holes where this God can be stucked in,
Slipped in, digged in, penetrated in!
And bruttaly explore you, gentle lamb,
And barbarize you, brutalize and stupefy you.

Baaaa, Baaaa, meek lamb ...

Until you look for more knowledge, I mean science.
Until you shake your sacrosanct ignorance,
Until you completely destroy whithin you the work of God,
The idea of God,
The faith in God,
The fantasy of God
The lie of God ...

It will be here to destroy your happiness,

To control all of your willingness,
To govern you with it's majesty,
To feast with all your humility,
To penetrate you with it's holiness.

Bend over, Oh meek lamb.

Or, get smart!
Live the life you have which is only one,
Laugh today, cause tomorrow's a mist,
All your days are already numbered ...!
Not the future days, but the past ones.

Each one that passes you'll never live it again,
Nor re-live it, already in the company of God,
Or Jehovah
Or Jesus,
Or Zeus,
Or Odin,
Or Pan Ku,
Or Santa Claus
Or Uncle Scrooge,
Yes ... at least that one has a big enough safe to store in all the money that can be screwed out by exploiting the faithfull.

Baaaa, Baaaa, meek lamb ...

Make yourself Brave, become a Lion, but a wise Lion, a savvy Lion.

Learn science,
The same you have discovered,
Forget the fear,
Forget the guilt,
Forget the sin,
Forget Hell,
Forget the stress,
Live and let live,
Lamb of the past, Lion of the present,
Be happy, Oh ye, destroyer man who destroys the works of God!
Pedrosa, Ricardo (2013) “Salmos de Pedrosa” in A Tua Vida é Tua págs. 55-58

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22-08-2014, 12:37 AM
RE: Atheist Poetry
I could rewrite a lot of that to flow a lot better. It gets pretty good in many places but is in dire need of revision. Far too many places in that poem there breaks the poetic flow and actually puts a complete stop to the message itself.


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22-08-2014, 04:06 AM
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(22-08-2014 12:37 AM)Shadow Fox Wrote:  I could rewrite a lot of that to flow a lot better. It gets pretty good in many places but is in dire need of revision. Far too many places in that poem there breaks the poetic flow and actually puts a complete stop to the message itself.

Nope, been writing since the early 90s some 400 plus. Belonged to a poetry group back then. One thing I can tell anyone that writes, fuck what others say. I've read poems that were metered and yadda yadda, but dog whistle words don't get your message across it doesn't mean shit to me.

I've read so much and, not all of it is metered, I've read others that are simplistic that I love. And when people read mine, I am always amazed at what they like. Point being, I hate judgmental pricks because with all art, it is up to the individual as to what they like. If you don't like something, it is a matter of YOU personally not liking it. That is fine.

Seriously, OP, don't listen to book learned technocrats, just be yourself. Poems do not have to be written with rhyme or meter. Yes you can use those things, but the most important thing is that people get the message and like it.

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22-08-2014, 04:18 AM
RE: Atheist Poetry
Ego Divinely Inspired, By Brian37(also posted at the Rational Responders, link listed in my sig)

The Twin accordions,

Burned and crumbled like match sticks,

No longer playing the music,

Of the briefcase.



3,000 ways,

To say, "I hate you"

But on that day,

None of the quad-Kamikazes

Shouted "Bonsai"

But Allah had his say.



Yet the burning Bush,

In the Marlboro Mansion,

Prays 1600 times,

To guide the bombs,

That maim and kill,

Creating massive tombs.



Do they think,

They are back in school,

Swinging on monkey bars,

Bragging about the biceps

Of their origins?



Is this what humanity has been reduced to?



I don't remember,

Those accordions,

Ever playing monochromatic music,

Jesus, yet be,

The only Icon,

Displayed in their absence.



That day,

Is not the ulcer of Genesis,

Or the embarrassment of Mohammed,

It is the manifestation of shame,

That humanity doesn't listen,

To the music of the accordions.



One side attacks,

The other points the finger,

But no one listens to the screams,

The screams of history.



Stop!

It is not your day, Christians,

It is not your Jihad, Muslims.

It is your stupidity,

In claiming the monopoly,

Of self-righteousness.



Those accordions,

Played the music of desire,

Of those of the Mosque,

Those in the pew,

The music of the Yammica,

And long earlobes too.



The forecast that day,

Called for morning snow,

Each flake a fragment,

Of invoices, and resumes,

Of proposals, and payrolls.



This was a ticker tape parade,

Where loathing sat in the convertable,

Waving his fist maniacally at the by-standers,

Daring history to repeat itself.

Screaming of divine intervention.



And the burning Bush,

Responded in kind,

And prayed to his absolute,

Screaming for divine inspiration.



The memory of the music,

The accordions used to play,

Should not be lost in selfish idealism.

Demanding only one way.



Jesus was not the only victim,

Nor Bush, nor me,

The attack on the towers,

Was an attack on humanity.



The cross is the only,

Outlined in chalk,

Crime scene investigators,

Step over the corpses,

Of Yahweh and Allah,

Visnu and Buddha too.

The white cards,

Never marked their graves,

Ever to be photographed.



Still today,

We want Moore Religion,

Massive stones marking our territory,

Like a lion pissing on a bush,

And wonder why we are attacked.



You fools,

It's not the book you read,

It is your arrogance,

In loading the 3:57

And praying for divine guidance,

For the bullets to hit their mark,

So you can maintain your selfish status qoe.



I can give you nine hundred and eleven,

Reasons in human history,

Ego divinely inspired,

Will lead to the human pyre.



Or kin of past,

Or so we claim,

Have past discretions,

We're not to blame.



My index,

Is not aimed at you,

It is of lessons not learned,

Wisdom not earned.



Socrates was in those towers,

He too was a victim,

Made to drink the hemlock,

And jump from the accordion,

Grasping at the last notes of life.

Vainly clawing at the sky,

A victim of pantheistic zealots,

Ending in a gruesome thump.



Galileo too,

Crashed into the marble walls,

Numbering in five.

Because of the ego,

Of the cross,

The world is flat,

And I'm the boss.



Yet in modern day,

The accordions play,

Morbid notes of ego's say,

It will continue to our dismay.



Yes, it will continue,

Least religious ego,

Give up it's venue.

(end)

Now that is not perfectly metered nor does it rhyme every place, but that poem got a extended loud applause at a Unitarian Church back 01. It was about the 9/11 attacks.

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22-08-2014, 04:40 AM (This post was last modified: 22-08-2014 04:58 AM by Brian37.)
RE: Atheist Poetry
The Illusion, By Brian37 (also posted at Rational Responders, at the link in my sig)

From the onset
From the first breath
The sickle chases us
To a variety of death

We fight in futility
This final reality
With vacuous labels
Of class and status

Since atoms decay
To our dismay
The futile efforts
We display

Our masks have names
In race and religion
Of power and wealth
And national origin

And in our history
None have escaped
The finite reality
All will face

The illusion enticing
The peacock strut
With fanciful feathers
Attracting others

Plumes of falsehood
Empty promises
And hollow threats
Divide humanity

Trapped we are
By this illusion
Painfully obvious
Is our imagination

A way out
Will never be
No mater what lie
We believe

From the fame
To the farmer
To the Pope
To the president

All who are ,all who were
And all who will ever be
Will be swallowed by time
And obscurity

The cosmos
Is cold
Uncaring
And not cognitive

Please spare me
From your accusation
Of negativity
Born from credulity

Nay be I fatalistic
Or pessimistic
Merely from facing
Reality

Are there wonders
And happiness
To be found
Here and now?

A resounding yes
I too shout
YES, YES YES
I have no choice

A kitten's purr
A loved one's hug
I value too
Without myth making

The illusion must die
For the mind to survive
The sickle the victor
And will always win

It reaps our bodies
And our stories
Laughing at petty attempts
To outlast it's dark robe

Facing the finite
Is solitude
Incantations
Are pale placebos

We dress
Dress and redress
Our flavors
Hoping the ice cream wont melt

It does
It will
It is
Our finality

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22-08-2014, 05:03 AM
RE: Atheist Poetry
Haha I saw this thread title and I thought of Brian37! I knew you'd be here Thumbsup

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22-08-2014, 06:01 AM
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I would have been even without the prude making stupid comments about what they think they know. But thanks.

I will be the first to say not all my stuff in my thread at that link is great. But what matters is that you read and write. Do that enough and you will write a hit someone will like. It isn't about being perfect all the time, it is about being yourself and keep doing it, and luck too. Like I said, I am always amazed what people like of other's work and my own work, and it is never the same.

But thanks again.

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22-08-2014, 08:18 AM
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Hi,

The original was written in portuguese. The translation was tough, concerning meter and rhyme. I don't know that many words in english.
Thanks for your words Brian37, that was already my opinion regarding poetry. But I don't get offended by that kind of criticism. Most often than not, it is an atempt of constructive criticism.

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22-08-2014, 12:06 PM
RE: Atheist Poetry
(22-08-2014 08:18 AM)ricardopedrosa Wrote:  Hi,

The original was written in portuguese. The translation was tough, concerning meter and rhyme. I don't know that many words in english.
Thanks for your words Brian37, that was already my opinion regarding poetry. But I don't get offended by that kind of criticism. Most often than not, it is an atempt of constructive criticism.

I am not a fan of critics, it is just like food and movies. You like what you like.

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26-08-2014, 02:01 PM
RE: Atheist Poetry
Now on video version (with a heavy portuguese accent):




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