It’s my conscience I must go to sleep with every night
And I wonder of the day: Was it wrong, or was it right?
As I lie there in my bed, and through my reverie
‘Tis there I “see” my day - and start my inquiry
Did I cheat my fellowman, out of avarice or greed?
Did I sell something to someone they didn’t really need?
Did I tell a lie, just to advance me personally?
Or tell someone a “half-truth”, which is just as bad, you see.
Did I vote for someone, because they were my friend,
Knowing their abilities might not work out in the end?
Of someone’s else’s wrongs I think, lying there in bed
Did today I right those wrongs – or simply ‘turn my head’?
Just knowing right from wrong, is surely not enough
We have to do what’s right, and sometimes that is tough
When you and I ask ourselves questions such as these
Answers that we give either bother … or they please
For there is no vague line between wrong and what is right
You and I know the truth – so sleep peacefully every night.
You take joy in seeing my heart bleed,
Because of your avarice and greed.
The pains you caused come with no reprieve,
Yet you’ve the audacity to leave.
I invested every ounce in you,
Your ponderings control all I do.
My bitter cries you heedlessly sought,
Yet you’re blind to the hatred you brought.
How can your mind ever be at peace,
When the sadness you give does not cease?
You bury my joy far out of reach,
When your love is all I ever preach.
Away from you, joy will surely flee,
Though it seems arduous to foresee.
But so long as breath lives in your lungs,
Deep grief will lace the words on your tongue.
Trump I-Fucation
Flickering beacon of light.
Red core inflamed.
Elites on the dole.
Narcissists
Me Trumps We.
Fraud:
Ace in the Hole.
GOP Rats pilfer the hold.
Viral blight dissembles.
Emperor fiddles
While chaos reigns.
Diagnosis: Deep Vain Trumposis.
Systemic Sclerosis.
Democracy Desecrated,
Pandora’s lost hope!
Copyright@Mel Gill 2023
Cantankerous cancers found my blood letting from the slit,
Is it avarice of me to desire the love begetting of Lazarus?
Enjoying life cadaverous like forgetting the want to live,
Is it glamorous for me to die while God desires I live?
Forgo the solid ground,
My feet dangled off the edge of a jagged cliff.
I fought the howl of squalid sin,
I caught the wind sending back the fire of my padded spliff.
Below I spotted a town,
My feet angled to squish what I saw down to the earth’s crusty skin.
Got calls asking where I’ve been.
Like,
“Just,
Just been wondering.”
Yeah yeah.
Yeah,
I guess you’ve just been wondering?
Could’ve made it better before I made it end,
Would’ve,
Should’ve,
But I wouldn’t have liked to make amends.
A couple foot of rope set up to further suspend,
Just to be an easy way out for whoever he is?
I misunderstood a friend on what is perpetuity,
I just want to live forever,
Instead I pretend to breathe on incongruity.
And as I descend upon,
I felt alive again when I grew dizzy.
I felt alive,
In my life,
I felt alive as I grew dizzy.
cold hands clutching tight,
whiskey spills on unpaid tabs,
dogs eat in the street.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
To the havoc, thy avarice, foment;
The virulence is a channel of chastisement.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
The virulence is evil of discrete; say vox populi.
Is this matter fit to greet; nay Mehdi.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Ipso facto, there will be a Jenner;
But the limbo, thence, ratifies the beginner.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
A sense of mortality makes us clingers
Resurrection as a lifestyle makes us stewards
Pandora, Oh Pandora, you're to blame
Man's avarice has doomed us, one and all
So blatantly we covet without shame
And turn our heads away, when beggars call.
In fact, it is a shared character flaw
For who among us here, desires less?
Do you feel like your portion is too small?
It's when we're wanting more, when we transgress.
Yet sharing the world's wealth would be a mess
For who decides, too much or not enough
and who decides a fast and fair process?
Those questions there alone, are more than tough
Who would not put their finger on the scale
While heads were turned 'cause someone hollereed, SALE.
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet
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Sign of clear avarice
is always looking for usury
in the infidelity of gold
I find today that more is not enough.
I have on hand a miniscule million.
They say that current times are getting tough.
I scarce must keep a fat bloody billion!
In youth, one's greed may turn gold into bliss
but one grown poor and old need just learn this:
Who does not hold an urn in which to piss,
must earn joy then, through love, not avarice
Everything each of us gathers gratefully or greedily, is yielded to Earth eventually, every thing.
I have no greed, no avarice,
like to drop at the feet of my love
this bouquet of flowers with a note
that says: Here's all my treasure.
Avarice ashes have fallen upon my somewhat filthy feet
My face turns into a beet every time you tell me I’m pretty neat
Avarice ashes have risen from the heartless, cold ground
Without a sound, I scream to the maximum but no one hears me, so I’m a long-lost hound
I’m cooler than a fridge these days
You’re hotter than flames in your ways
I go astray as I say I’m done with you,
Hurting me in ways you put me through
I go astray, so I’m a tray of ashes in your ever-quaking hands
I understand and try to obey God’s Word in these evil lands
You smoke me out like your end-of-your-day cigarette and I’m upset
You smoke me out and now I’m nothing but avarice ashes of regret
I always want what I don’t have.
I must possess that which I crave.
I cannot master my desire.
So, to my whims I am a slave.
I think sometimes it’s not so bad.
I can make do with so much less.
But then I see “fill-in-the-blank”
And as I see, I must possess.
So, give me more and give me new
In hope that I might find my bliss.
And ever deeper I will fall,
Mastered by my avarice.
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