Best Judgment Poems

Hold Thy Judgment, Truth Is Not So Well Seen

Hold thy judgment, truth is not so well seen,
Thou, that sits in luxuries and decides!
Fate and Time, can both, off the path careen
Into deep hellish dark, that life oft hides
While this teeming world, its course wildly sets,
Mere...

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The Damnable Sin of Self-righteousness.
All of our leaders have their different views of human rights.

Our leader has repeatedly resisted calls to assume the moral leadership that is expected from. Rage, hatred, and bigotry are spreading like a wheat field on fire. Lie after lie, has...

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“But because of your stubbornness and your unrepentant heart, you are storing up wrath against yourself for the day of God’s wrath, when his righteous judgment will be revealed.”                ...

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every man must stand                                         ...

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Judgment logic

Ironic comes the curse in store,
When brain damage, dims your mind for sure,
When half-wits are, talking down to you,
Not sharp enough to get your due,
A judgment you endure.

You see the way they laugh at you,
Look down their long nose snotters, blue,
Sad sack the name...

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The council meets, all hours, to hear old batty dames yell, what a *****,
we don't think she's a good person, because she doesn't look and act like us.

The soldier's hall considers, is it fair to wage war on a witch? 
She isn't supposed to take...

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Jesus said he'd come back
At the last day—judgment day
Red Giant—Gods's sun...

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When we judge others
We're only judging ourselves
Sin's not exclusive

We see others' sins
that in our hearts are hidden
accusing them soothes

Here's some good advice:
Join Sinners Anonymous
I'll save you a place!

Eileen Manassian

Repost of a deleted poem.......

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It's judgment day with Henry Smith
He's sick of all your music
You've gotta stop that reggae drop
His radio's polluted 

It's judgment day, he's sick of it!
Those Gothic pale faces
Those people think they own themselves!
He'll put them in their places!

And poets with your gangster rap
Reform your tilted...

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The clock is ticking, 
The night is about over, 
The end of the world....

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I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;

I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;

They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in...

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i sit lonely. 

the crowded restaurant is thick with sound 

i pick away at it 

moving back into the stagnant silence 
of my own comfort

the air is nasty here 
it telepathically abuses my thought patterns

still 
a far cry better 
the loud hum of food 
marching...

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What Would Santa Claus Say
by Michael R. Burch
 
What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to Kill and Plunder?
 
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
 
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
 
when the harlots and heretics
are...

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pretty pickle
by Michael R. Burch
 
u’d blaspheme if u could
because ur God’s no good,
but of course u cant:
ur a lowly ant
(or so u were told by a Hierophant)....

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What is it about me? Is it, I'm not the beauty, you think I ought to be? Is it, the bags under my eyes, my hair not long enough, or my gap between my teeth spaced to far? What is it about me? Is it,...

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