Verses, Poems, Jokes, and Wit

By and for the Godless - about Godlessness

 

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Contents:-
'All Together now'
Jokes 1. 2.
Design Flaw
Charity
On the Writing of Verse
Mcmanus
Competition

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God Gets it Off His Chest - by Neil Blewitt

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Neil Blewitt lives in Norfolk and his delightful verse is on the East Cheshire and High Peak website

 

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And God said ; let there be light.

So they watered down the beer!

 

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"All together now"

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small

All things vile and horrible.

The Lord God made them all,

 

Each little flower that opens

Each little bird that sings

He made the bugs and viruses

And little things that sting,

 

All things wild and wonderful

Earthquakes great and small

Poisons, illness, dire distress

The Lord God made them all

SM after Anon!

 

 

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Worldling's Christian Poetry
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Bloke called St John
Wrote Revelation
Ensconced in a grotto,
Apparently blotto.

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To the fans of Intelligent Design
We're the work of some genius divine.
But to judge from the state
Of the human prostate
Their "designer" was out of his mind

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More on Worldling's Christian Poetry

 

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    Charity

Charity, so admired, decked like a bride,

Loved and desired , no dissenter peeps under the veil.

 

Charity lies soft in the exquisite shell, like a hermit.

Till its needs are no longer covered, discarded and search for another

 

Charity, purveyor of all that is good, trader in halos,

What is your stock and how do you give such a bargain?

 

You take the needy, the poor, blind and sick,

Take the old, take life's flotsam and jetsam.

 

Do you look at their needs? Do you search out the root?

Do you spread out the harvest between us?

 

Does their fate make you ache, anger...incite you to fight?

Demand that their cries should be heard?

 

Oh no, charity picks the shell to suit her own shape.

Drinkers drink, runners run, 'suburbans' play 'sales' and 'bazaars'.

 

Rattle the tins and have a good time, you see it is really quite fun.

The money we raise we wrap in our conscience, and trade it in for a halo.

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The Riddle of Epicurus:-
If God is willing to prevent evil, but not able to he is not omnipotent.
If  he is able, but not willing  he is malevolent.
If he is both able and willing  where does evil  come from?
If he is neither able nor willing  why call him God?

In "His" own words:

Isaiah 45:7 “I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things.”

 

Jokes


Have you hard about the dyslexic christian who worshipped a dog?

Or the one  who whorshipped dog?
Or what about the dyslexic muslim who whorshipped lalah?
Or the dyslexic atheist who's god was a poodle?
Or even the dyslexic satanist who worshipped drivel?

 

    Where did this guy come from?

    There were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Black:
    1. He called everyone "brother"
    2. He liked Gospel
    3. He couldn't get a fair trial.

    But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish :
    1. He went into His Fathers business.
    2. He lived at home until he was 33.
    3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin, and his mother was sure he was God.

    But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
    1. He talked with his hands.
    2. He had wine with every meal.
    3. He used olive oil.

    But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
    1. He never cut his hair.
    2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
    3. He started a new religion.

    But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
    1. He never got married.
    2. He was always telling stories.
    3. He loved green pastures.

    But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:

    1. SHe had to feed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.
    2. SHe kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
    3. Even when SHe was dead, SHe had to get up because there was more work for Her to do.

    Doing the round on the news groups.

     


An atheist was spending a quiet day fishing when
suddenly his boat was attacked by the Loch Ness monster.

In one easy flip, the beast tossed him and his boat high into the air. Then it opened its mouth to swallow both.

As the man sailed head over heels, he cried out,

"Oh, my God! Help me!"

At once, the ferocious attack scene froze in place,
and as the atheist hung in mid-air, a booming voice came down from the heavens, "I thought you didn't believe in Me".

"Funny", said the man "two minutes ago I didn't believe in the Loch Ness monster either!"

 

 

A drunk staggered into a catholic church entered the confessional and sat down.

The priest waited and waited, but the drunk said nothing, so the priest did a little cough and still nothing.

Finally the priest rapped on the screen between them.

"It's no good you knocking", said the drunk, "There's no paper in this one either!"

 

 
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    A sequence of thoughts upon the writing of verse
        1.

Poets write poetry, the rest of us scribble.

Verse is judged on two levels - the form and the content.

The form may be prescribed or free.

The content personal or directed outward.

It may be used to concentrate the essence of an idea,

or expand a fragmentary thought to give it shape.

-------------------------------------- But what can we DO with our verse?

 

 

2.

Pictures hang upon the wall, music's in the air.

Where's your poem? In a Book.

No. It's............who knows where.

So get it out.

Brush it up.

Send it in, and

Read it.

You may not be a poet.

You may have only one.

A daisy may not be a rose

.........and neither is a tree !

-------------------------------So how do we judge the value of our scribbles?

        3.

While one breeder may spend a lifetime creating 'The Perfect Rose'

The multitude of modest 'weeds' live out their lives,

survive where they can, give pleasure... and pain.

Each one as perfect at its peak, as any hybrid creation.

And a field- full cannot compare.

The rose may be entered into the flower show,

the latest beauty placed upon the pedestal, win the cup.

But the modest daisy, bell flower, grass, deserve our attention as well

for who knows what they hold for the future...only time will tell.

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So let us nurture the poetic 'weeds'.

Consider our verse, wild flowers of the art.

Not dross, ignored or discarded.

Admire the rose ....and the Elder.

For plants like verse span time and depth.

Some, brief lives, seen by few, some exotic, admired by all.

While a Yew or an Oak spans the centuries,

Some last but minutes, then die.

There is one difference however.

While the plant weeds will always survive.

Wild verse is a delicate flower,

And lacking our care all will die.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- S.Mayer.

 
    four verses by patrick mcmanus

 
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    4-2

    when eventually after
    several delays
    postponements
    and cancellations
    he got round
    to doing the
    last judgement
    owing to a
    double booking
    by the now demoted
    archangel michael
    it clashed with
    the world cup
    football finals
    so sadly only a few
    of the more devout
    showed up
    mexico won

    4-2
    .
    HUMANIST NIGHTMARE
    there I was
    walking home
    in this dark alley
    late at night
    and I got mugged
    set upon by
    two skinhead angels
    several lesser gods
    and assorted demons
    and they stole
    to my horror my
    half drunk bottle
    of best whisky
    and my copy of
    'Seasons of Life'*
    *Seasons I Life is
    humanist birth marriage and burying book

 

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    WONDER
    I wonder
    who was
    the first
    humanist?
    was it perhaps
    a doubting chief?
    watching a shaman
    sacrificing someone
    the umpteenth someone
    to appease the gods
    propitiate the deities
    or was it
    more likely
    the someone
    being sacrificed?

 

    TAKING UP

    when she
    decided upon
    the taking up
    of a religion
    she invited all
    their different
    salesmen peddlers
    reps and others
    to come around
    and
    wisely arranged
    for the officer
    of fair trading
    to be present

 

 
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New Competition for all our Members!

To Heaven?

Looking around the web one day I found this gem of religious advertising .

I thought to myself - I'm sure my atheist friends would be able to create some more creative captions.

Nothing lewd of course. Material should be witty or in verse, and in the age old religious tradition of bringing peace and harmony to the world!

Submissions will be judged on subtlety, wit and laugh decibels, the winning entries will be put on this site and submitted to 'The Freethinker' magazine.

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