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With today being World Poetry Day and with the publication of Filling the Void: A Selection of Humanist and Atheist Poetry, which is a book that I am particularly proud of. It’s a wonderful collection of a great variety of books. I urge you to check it out.

filling void / Candice Courtney / Candice Courtney

Here is one of my own. This is a sort of slam poem, to be read out loud (performed, even), and perhaps (as is the intention) to be read out at my funeral. Let me know what you think. I really enjoyed writing it. Whether my skills compare at all to the many fantastic poets within the anthology is another matter entirely…

The legacy of life

I’ve packed my stuff and left the house

The lights are off, the doors are locked

And the key? It’s not under that little rock, any more.

I ain’t coming back;

I never had the knack

for that supernatural crap.

Whether I’d had enough

Before the tap root of my tree of life’s sap ran dry…

Who knows?

What I ask is that you use my bricks, sticks and hay

to build something, starting today:

Anything that can grow and foster hope

Anything to make this space we live in better able to cope;

a finer place.

No one likes to leave without a trace, after all,

so make this useful, embrace life and face it head on.

Whether it be taking some words I’ve written or said,

putting them to good use, making a pledge

or whether it be paying it forward,

not just empty words, but actions

(they speak louder, haven’t you heard?).

So how do you do this good?

you ask, spurred on, stirred.

Do three great kind things to people around you

a stranger, preferably, as a rule of thumb

so it becomes about the act and not

a bass drum announcing what you’ve done.

Keep schtum, and ask they follow it on,

and on and on—three times, not one.

We need to break the sad, the mad, the bad

and make this society the best we’ve ever had.

I know I’m just a cog in this mighty world,

this magnificent ticking machine,

a mechanism only partly seen

by our keen, marvelling eyes,

but together we can realise the opportunity we all carry

to build bridges between the haves and the have-nots.

Don’t tarry, leave here and spot that chance to mine the quarry

for the riches of goodness:

hey, it ain’t easy, but just act morally.

Don’t be sorry, pick yourself up and do better

be better.

Don’t just seek for glory

(take it from me, you get boring).

Now I’ve played my part in the lives

of my wonderful family who survive me

who would drive me

day upon day in their own different ways

and whose love is second to none.

Don’t worry, I won’t bore you; for them I’ve got another one of these—

suffice it to say that I hope we have moulded

a pair of boys, emboldened to challenge

and fight for what is right

and use the might of their minds

to carve out lives that remind others

of what possibilities can lead to:

strong and independent and finding their way through

life to knowing who they are, lit by the resplendent light

of knowledge and our love.

Now, I’ve done what I’ve done,

did some shit, had some fun.

Look, it’s there, on the map:

my journey laid out, unwavering, but I never felt trapped.

Perhaps there were things I could have done more of,

less of,

been more attentive to, or

not made a mess of…

no… for sure.

No regrets, I don’t like to keep the score.

As with you all, I’ve opened up doors,

played my part in the intricate universal jigsaw.

Yada yada yada, Okay, stop that yawn.

What’s the point of what I am saying, of this plea?

I know that whatever is me

will die with your memories, which will fade, you’ll see.

I get it, that’s life, or death as may be.

In these words, and others, I live for just a little time

Perhaps a touch more than those on your lips

This is my legacy: your memories, my writing,

this rhyme.

To do nothing now, after reading this,

well, that’s a moral crime.

Do better, be better,

remember this open letter

pleading for you to climb,

pulling humanity with you, though it’s no burden,

it’s a purpose, your purpose in life’s crazy circus,

daring to go on, together to mighty heights.

Is humanity the apex, the paragon of virtue,

an evolved organism of wonder, of truth-seeking

that nothing else is equal to?

I don’t know, to find that out

you might need a judicial review,

because it could be construed to be untrue

that humanity’s all that and a bag of chips right now.

Who cares what’s now, it’s already been and gone

All that matters is the course you’re on,

where you’re going, what goal you’re set upon.

Let this be the domino that knocks yours;

rocks your foundation, then sets out the floor

on which to build your bricks, sticks and hay

that create your edifice of betterment all the way

to somewhere new, somewhere great

of harmony with this diverse world of humankind and beast

which of late seems so perilous, but not yet deceased.

You’re a part of your fate, and my final thing to state

is that you own it; your life is for you to author:

think before you write

do it with a good pen, with clarity, and share your ink

because you’ll blink

and it’ll be gone.

Jonathan MS Pearce

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Jonathan MS Pearce

A TIPPLING PHILOSOPHER Jonathan MS Pearce is a philosopher, author, columnist, and public speaker with an interest in writing about almost anything, from skepticism to science, politics, and morality,...