Dorothy B. Thompson 

Bandon by the Sea, OR, USA 

 
 
 

Dorothy says she once was a closeted freethinker. Inspired by great people like Thomas Paine, James Madison, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Madalyn Murray O'Hair, she decided to never again hide behind myths, superstitions, and absurdities. "The best decision I ever made," she says. After 27 years of teaching in Indiana and California, she retired to Bandon by the Sea, Oregon. There she cares for homeless animals, tends her garden, and writes freethought essays and poetry, and walks at the beach. Of retirement she says, "After years of raising children, sacrifice, and hard labor, I love it!" Her main philosophy is: "be kind, and celebrate science, not superstition." Please write her in care of The International Poetry Hall of Fame, 1 Poetry Plaza, Owings Mills, MD 21117.

 

The Game

Now, here's the scene, created universe. 
God made it, and so he's the one in charge. 
He's mean, vengeful, blood thirsty and perverse. 
Demands submission, ego extra large. 
The devil is his firm antagonist. 
He's not as mean as god, a friendly guy. 
Believes in god, he is no atheist. 
His job is stealing humans on the sly. 
Satan uses guile and lots of bluff. 
Dumb people always fall for trickery. 
Leads them to think religion's not enough. 
He salts their minds with reason vagary. 
God hates the devil, makes him live in fire. 
But, Satan doesn't seem to mind a bit. 
His mood is good, he likes to be a liar. 
A better man than god I must admit.

Crock of Ages

Crock of ages, not for me 
I'm too smart to swallow thee 
You're just bunk, you can't atone. 
Christian nuts, leave me alone. 
Crock of Ages, what a lie. 
We live once, and then we die!

The Man of God—A True Story

Just the smell of soap still makes her sick. 
He'd confuse her with his smooth rhetoric. 
And he pretended he'd bathe her tonight. 
But, when he came near all she felt was fright. 
He spoke of love, but violated her. 
And he would tell her what good friends they were. 
It's just our secret he would always say. 
Our bonds will die if you give us away. 
The girl left home before she was quite raised. 
Her dad the Baptist preacher people praised. 
Now he is dead and she's not even sad. 
For all her life he made her feel so bad.

Children Are Born Atheist

All children are born atheist 
So they've got to be taught 
The church will gladly give a list 
Of ways to murder thought. 
The most important thing to know 
That he's a little sinner. 
So many dogmas to bestow 
To instruct the beginner 
Tell each that god will answer prayer, 
And miracles are real. 
And devils wait to trip and snare 
so fight them off with zeal. 
Believe this stuff and don't ask why 
Never, never reason! 
Your priest or preacher is the guy 
In charge of all adhesion. 
He promises to train each child 
So he will never stray, 
Must get them early so they're styled 
To trust, give, and obey.
All poems Copyright © 1998 Dorothy B. Thompson. All rights reserved.