Best Ethically Poems
Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.
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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25
My person was the entire human race. As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally stable. Thought of world as an Utopia – the best trip I ever had. From this disappointment, I was given the contrast to appreciate forgiveness and those I found that are advanced.
A real man with morals and principles would never abuse a lady
how can a man beat a woman and drive her to nothing but fear
gone are the days when a man treats a woman the way he should
not saying that there aren't men like that but honestly they are rare
How can a man kiss a woman and then tell her that she is beautiful
yet when they disagree he is quick to slap her across the face
all my life I was taught that I should always have respect for a woman
so if I should abuse one to my family I would be the biggest disgrace
Any man that would hit a woman to me is nothing more than a coward
have you ever considered that she is somebody's aunt or their mother
I would never condone a man physically abusing his wife or girlfriend
I don't care who that man is it could be my best friend or even my brother
How would you feel if a man turns around and beats your only sister
I can imagine the threatening remarks or even the action you would take
you swear on your life that you would defend any female in your family
yet you hurt another man's family you are not a real man you are a fake
I could never beat or abuse the woman that I say I love and care about
the only time I would put my hands all over her is during our lovemaking
I was thought from a tender age that a woman's strength is her mouth
so I would save my energy for the makeup which is always breathtaking
women don't be fooled if a man hits you doesn't means that he cares
he tells you how soft your skin is yet he beats you all over your body
he then comes and apologizes and tells you how much he loves you
and later the process replays like beating you is his biggest hobby
a woman's skin is so soft and her touch is so delicate and tender
and yet a man sees it fit to hit her this is something I can't understand
I am glad I can stand and say that beating a woman is ethically wrong
I could never hit a woman and this makes me proud to call myself a man
so if you are a man that beats your woman honestly you sick my stomach
how could you say you love her yet you destroy her beautiful features
I think men like you should be condemned to hell on judgment day
I'm asking the real men to join the fight against all women beaters
By: Marlon Malcolm
Retired now, the Government calls me a carer.
Now I ask you what could be fairer?
They pay me a few dollars to look after my better half.
They explain that I save them the cost of employing staff.
Well, I won’t tell them, but they could have saved their money,
He won’t have a cook or a cleaner or nurse, he is such a honey,
My dear hubby refuses to have anyone in the house.
So, they could have kept their money, but I am being quiet as a mouse.
In days gone by I had a job of responsibility before I retired,
I did the job well, worked ethically and was sometimes wired.
Before I became (I guess you could say) a domesticator,
I was actually a licensed private and commercial investigator.
I don’t care about your colour
I don’t subscribe to the look of your face
Were all sisters and brothers and fathers and mothers,
Joined in the human race,
Open your curtains and turn on the news,
we’re surrounded by horror and hate
At a time when so much is so lost and abused,
Why are we screwing our fate,
Your gender your race your beliefs,
The choices that make you be you,
Are individually and perfectly great,
Because they’re completely and honestly true,
If we’re ethically and morally at war,
Then how will we ever move on,
We’re ruining what was given before,
Because we’re treating each other so wrong,
When your down or damaged or lost
And the noise of the world just blares,
Your not caring what barriers are crossed,
Your just grateful to know someone cares,
So people - please look around,
See the person living inside,
Because if we all make just a small effort,
Then never again need we hide.
Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction…
We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction.
What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.”
Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard.
Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd!
Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.”
As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say!
Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations…
Often leading many to get into perverse addictions!
We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.”
When it comes down to it…
What does this really mean?
Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’
Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?”
Why believe in God? He’s been ruled
“unconstitutional.”
While many listen to the news,
which is often “delusional!”
We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.”
Do we hear of those wanting
to be Godly sanctified?
If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide!
Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide!
The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need…
Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read!
Why not read from Genesis through Revelation?
We can all find what we need! Across our nation!
God and his word give us a true moral compass for living!
His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving!
Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today?
He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way!
By Jim Pemberton
Our eyes blacken by sins,
But our lips curve in a malicious grin¬¬
Ah! So easily we slice another man’s skin.
Hidden in the dark, we are dipped in grace,
But our aura! Oh, it sure leaves a trace,
Disappearing from light, we saddle into space
We come from the hunt,
To our mighty palaces affront;
Of the gardens of bloody stunts.
So many are killed by our filthy hands
And yet, with pride, we stand,
Devastating is our presence in your holy land!
Whatever we do, we do it for a reason,
We make our lives a heavenly season:
We blaze your homes so you won’t commit treason
To assassins we belong--
The Eager blood seeker and ethically wrong:
But Oh! We live between the walls very strong
Accept the defeat as we are the mighty,
We squash the flowers sown by you so tightly,
Drop your hopes or we’ll bomb you quietly.
In Neptune’s lair
she rests eternal.
The legacy of failure
chipped into her stone facade.
Plato knew her, as a child and
depicted her visage in words.
Like the south,
she will rise again
or so said Cayce.
From a silvery abyss
she will resurface…
the queen of an ancient Republic.
The story of her children,
will not be forever lost.
From black oil and radiation,
she will belch forth her ancients.
God does not destroy his children;
they destroy themselves quite
sufficiently, along with everything else.
Wisdom, with time and change,
builds its own library.
blueprints secreted away will be revealed;
for now, Neptune is a vigilant librarian.
Human life is finite;
badly flawed.
On point-of-order,
over-fracked earth,
will belch up a lost continent.
Invisible bones…fossils,
by no means, prove fiction.
Secrets are always revealed;
impossible to hide, forever.
Denial is the practice of fools and
it eventually, devours them.
The extinct will resurface,
as do human deeds and mis-deeds.
Philosophers and visionaries will shout warnings
unheard, by the ethically deaf.
Probability freaks
suppress growth and truth,
only for a while.
Science wears its
self-limiting, blinders too proudly.
When we ignore the past,
it returns to haunt us…
how many times must we split the atom,
before Gaia’s obliterated?
A successful Republic, will never properly thrive,
on the ignorance of greed and prides overkill.
Death is an empty thing that strikes those who enter life, like screwing a whore with no strings. To sing this song of death to play with wisdom. little understanding of life so I fall short of the kingdom so I, pray to a god that I am not really sure is there so I eliminate the platform which was once there. I have teachers preachers analyzing so they ask if I care, I stare graciously into empty space. I am going to
Kill somebody, stabbing them continously, violently and sacrificing my last bit of crippled dignity, when I burn ferociously, won't even leave catiously. So plea until the oppressor strikes me down and taunts me with death as my salvation. Then I am going do it. Hang myself with contemplating who I am affecting because they'll all be dead.
The last of broken bread, like a jagged egde to my heartless felt life. I strive for nothing so therefore I am nothing.
So even when I recite this poem I stutter. I wish I could smoothe like a hot knife through butter. So these are the last few words that I utter, mutter. Ethically I pay tribute to my mother by why bother
So I leave silently causing no attention to myself or others, in contrast I wait, for my potential ever after, my life its final quarter so I await for my infinite slaughter.
Damn this is the best thing I ever thought of...
A free country,authorities questioning our rights
no crime,no contest,a superseded street plight
peacefully discussing the right for your stance
self expressions,through a calm balance.
The road of life has many signs,riding the ruts
ethically speaking out loud,there is a few buts
when police intervene,trying their ways
to blind you with law,and you make them pay
With their own words,more indepthly sort
feeling a losing battle,will be bought
they mumble few warnings,then on their way
good afternoon officers,do have a nice day.
Paul Beadnall:
.Sponsor Brian Strand
Contest Name SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE any theme/form max 14 lines
Sectarian movement all about faith to believe in the principality of
separation of church and state, is doctrine being formed?
Sentient to the principals of rightful mindedness, which advocates a
philosophical righteousness that transcends a new school of thought, what
is Social Theorem?
Born to this country as native
Educated via public schooling
Not a protest but a radical movement
This century mandates such.
We must devout.
Baptism of a country for a greater determination is a rite.
We apologize for not living right.
Atonement without compromise is not obsolete.
We must hoist against iniquity.
Life itself has been done.
Social justice is our anticyclones.
Nadirs forms.
Social injustice is intolerable.
What makes life heinousness?
A weapon formed to conquer.
Prosperity is not seen.
Modern today Anabaptists
Social Theorem thinkers
Holistic love in a world of trouble, can we début?
A single-mindedness purpose aimlessly, will tenacity construct?
We have ethically dedicated our lives, will this persevere?
We step-up to the cause of deification, how do we venerate?
Doctrine forms.
Our living becomes complete.
Minds are set to defeat wretchedness.
All-inclusive is the populous.
Individual lives are foremost.
Deny my rite and transgression will define yours.
Your ways within the world will not defeat God’s.
Ethereal, the vision brought forth will bless.
Naked eyes reveal a place in time,
an exhibit that binds and blind.
Sectarian movement all about faith to believe in the principality of
separation of church and state, sentient to the principals of rightful
mindedness, which advocates a philosophical righteousness that
transcends a new school of thought; is doctrine being formed and what is
Social Theorem?
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PENNED ON JULY 27, 2014!
FORM: ANAPHORA
Powerful people know what weakened sheep want;
an ethically weakened hero with power to flaunt.
They want an easy ideological direction,
not actual common sense or introspection,
an excuse for what they are already doing
a leader to ease their guilt in misconstruing.
For them, feelings are tantamount, not acts.
they've been trained that way over the years..
mind's made up; never mind the facts.
They get efensive when truth nears....
The conscience is morphed and no longer applicable
through various worn out buzz lines,
Truth, God and introspection are despicable.
Powerful people know what weakened sheep want;
an ethically weakened hero with power to flaunt.
So tell me what gives you the sense that it’s right
when you see a female that delights your eye
to move in, and take the opportunity do some creepy touching
to touch inappropriately and the plead it was meant innocently
tell me what gives you the right too think that’s OK.
I admire the female beauty, their style, their elegance, their grace
but too put unwanted moves on them is nothing more than a disgrace
and too take that further and to use any power
to force yourself on them, brings shame to all men,
i admire and adore the female form, but I am respectful as should be the norm
and too think that trying to charm your way in and somehow get under their skin
using techniques that are disrespectful and shady
always treat women as proper ladies, don’t just look too objectify
see them as another conquest to be aspired too
don’t you understand they have intelligence, wit and feelings too,
do you not ever see the potential they may have
for being more that someone you can boast that you had
most women are more qualified
but men get the jobs because of the old school tie
and tradition is the biggest problem of all
it sees misogyny as acceptable
and this is one of the greatest troubles
the idea of that’s how it’s always been
is not acceptable as a human being
to see others simply as objects
something to be seen as simply useful for sex
we need to be much higher morally than this
ethically it is nothing more than taking the piss
so be the difference, be strong and brave
and act in a far more respectful way
and show them your ability too be impeccably behaved
and maybe in the future all men will change
and this world will be a more equal and far better place.
Read all III or you will not see
I awoke, my tears were flowing and I could not
stop the sobs that were tearing from my soul.
Though it was mid-day, it was dark, it was always
dark. The sun was shining but darkness of the
heart obscured its rays. Mom was dying and while
it was not a necessary death, it was going to
happen. I was not thinking of myself, although I
knew I would not survive her passing. My sickened
soul was torn by the futility, the heartlessness
and great weight of unconcern. My siblings, great
Doctors, Scientists, and Priests among them
explained somatically, mathematically, and
ethically why it was going to happen, however, it
was still unnecessary. I was young, just the
blink of an eye, the ink of my birth certificate
not yet dry, I could not survive without my
mother, nor could they, but truth be known they
did not care. Yes, I had not historically great
years but even in my short tenure, I could see
the decline. The shine of her hair, the gleam in
her eyes all this was dulled and I knew the fluid
circulating through her system was poisoned. Her
breath had the stench of decay and they would not
stop her going away. It was cancer I was told,
insidious, unchecked, out of control. Yes they
knew the diagnosis, but their crime was, they
knew the cure and for this cancer it was not
harsh. No surgery, chemotherapy, and with
reasonable restraint no fear of reoccurrence, a
simple one hundred percent cure.
(continued below The greatest disease II
it would not be so painful
if you didn't claim to be
a follower of the "WAY"
claiming to love
as He loved
It would not be so painful
if you didn't know any better
but you do
you do
and still you do what you do
and say what you say
It would not be so painful
if you were courageous
and owned up to your wrong
showed you're morally strong
ethically brave
eager to save a relationship gone wrong
It would not be so painful
if you practiced what you preach
No, it would not be so painful
but it is...
it is...
expectations are thorns in the flesh
that rip and tear
when they are not met
by those who are supposed to "care"
I guess nominal is Ok
Nominal Christians
who cling to the name
forgetting the shame
of letting him down
by not loving the...."unlovely"
by forgetting what he said:
"And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?" (Matthew 5: 46)
It's Ok...
One day....it will all be Ok....just not today.
Eileen Manassian
I am poor still live a human life...
Live in shack, wear a rag,
Eat from trash, beg in streets,
Eat not when I want, but when I find,
Shrunken belly, faded face,
Symbol of hunger and misery life,
I am poor still live a human life...
Most don't like poor on even toungue,
But I carry and hold tightly in my soul,
Sufferance of pain tests courage of mine,
Not enough brawny to bury me alive,
Intensity of sufferings is so harassing,
That even poverty is ashamed,
Yet see smile on my face,
I am poor still live a human life...
Don't mistake by my look,
I have heart, I have soul,
Love is not bought or sold,
Love is deep from depth of heart,
I don't hate, I don't curse,
Live with or without the fate,
I am poor still live a human life...
Under poverty many survive,
Poor a brand encashed by all,
Poor a slogan enjoyed by elites,
It's a spice makes topic hot,
Writers, Poets share as weepy theme,
Ladder of politicians for vote bank,
Though live on your compassion,
Yet a tree gives them shade,
I am poor still live a human life...
All are poor, some ethically, some lack cash,
And some lack basic food and rag,
All go to temple, Mosque and Church,
All beg for wish,
Some for fortune, Some for raise,
And some for food and rag.
Rich beg inside the shrine,
But poor like me beg outside the shrine,
The difference is,
You beg diety and we beg you,
I am poor still live a human life...
© Sadashivan Nair