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The Skeptic
by Gregory Christiano (Age: 61)
copyright 09-01-2004


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
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"The heavens have not shown,
Nor their god-heads known!"
- From "Selindra" - Sir William Killigrew (1605-1693)
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The skeptic, with respect, well understood,
There is much room for common doom.
Nor to these alone confined - about,
There are more quaint and subtle ways to doubt!

The triumph of a smile or kiss
Mingle with the ashes of a cunning tryst.
Famine, plague and war- ensure,
Support the skeptic's virtues more.
Holidays, high days, gypsy fairs,
A ring-dropping, gulling trick in pairs,
The skeptic speaks of weak morality,
With misty eyes to blantant infamy.

Belief comes and thus ascribed,
The shadows below, a thought apprised!
The skeptic thus must justify
A simple form to nullify.
The skeptic keeps back frozen fears,
No longings, yearnings or sheding tears.
All which strives for happiness
Discovers freely and senses less.
Even beauty, inviolet lays,
In languid manner and sullen ways.
To honor nothing, in dismal fix,
That love is false and hate, betwix't.

What is clear? Pray tell us what;
So feckless, seeking this and that.
The skeptic calls upon a myth,
In shady grove and streams inflict
A constant lethargy of faith,
"Accursed," says he, "for perdition's sake!"
There's less a craving for star-lit nights,
The skeptic ne'er looks upon this sight,
But stays with feet so firm to earth,
That features lose their mystic dearth.
"Insoluable, unknowable," says he,
"Free will? How can that ever be?"
Language will not leave intact
"Where's God?" Now here's a certain fact,
Conceptualism's metaphor
Precedes the skeptic's doubt once more.

Oh! on and on the theory goes,
"What's the use, it's mankind's woes."
Leave it at that -

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02-17-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

You think Mary likes this one or what? This is a well written poem inspite of the spelling. Thanks, Anthony


08-09-2004 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Yes.... I admit it. I'm here again. :-)

I noticed that in this line...
With misty eyes to blantant infamy - blantant should be blatant. Right?

And in this line...
No longings, yearnings or sheding tears - sheding should be shedding.

And here...
Even beauty, inviolet lays - inviolet should be either inviolate, or in violet. Depending on what you wish to say.

And here...
"Insoluable, unknowable," says he - Insoluable is spelled insoluble or insolvable? (Again, depending on your purpose.)

There... now you know the awe has worn enough that I can see the grammar beneath it all. :-)

I am more inspired each time I read this. I could never attempt to write what you did or even come near to HOW you wrote it...but some thoughts that it's provoked won't shush until I've written them down in a poem of my own.

You've told me it's OK with you to use your poem here as inspiration for one of my own. I will now take you up on that gracious offer!

It's at http://www.prose-n-poetry.com/display_work/13779. Please let me know what you think. :-) (And thank you!)



08-01-2004 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Just wanted to let you know that I have come repeatedly to selfishly indulge of the verbal gift you've so graciously bestowed upon us, the humble reader. Thank you...


07-09-2004 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

BRAVO! Wow! I absolutely think this is the BEST poem I've read in ... well, in a long time! So oft' I'm stingy with praise points as I feel that there's so much more they could do to make it better. Honestly... I can't see any room for improvement here.

I was going to tell you I was extremely taken by the line, "There are more quaint and subtle ways to doubt!" But then there was another, and another... and before I was done, I fully realized that I'd end up pasting the cotton pickin' poem if I were to comment on it line by line and lavish you with praise.

Instead, let it be known that I was speachless for a good time afterward and THAT is unusual indeed (ask anyone that knows me! LOL). It's a great poem, let's leave it at that!


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