Best Moralistic Poems
Animalistic Love
How can I describe making love to you?
So many words I would like to use
Love to use
I know they are offensive to some
Maybe some have never experienced such passion
Others may have but not known the words to describe it
In that dark room with the curtains drawn
We found worlds beyond our own in every touch
There was a choir singing above
Yet they could not drown our primitive screams
There are so many words out there
Used in normal conversation around the world
They should be used since the passion was there
Animalistic instincts from pre-ancient times
Before man was man
Before moralistic views came into play
The instincts are still there
Raging as a fire deep within out groins
Yet, modern sensitivity limits the words describing those emotions
The raging passion will never be restricted by others
That one moment of total sharing
What words can tell of those pure feelings?
How can I describe making love to you?
I can’t!
What Makes A Man
Is it his virtures of lifes love,
Or his moralistic meaning thereof.
For each action of modesty,
Love should be a feeling of honesty.
Yet still he toils in life like a fool,
Using his body as an evil tool.
He motiveates centers around lust,
Using kindness he turns love to dust.
Is a relationship his compassions turn,
Towards the habits he's learned.
His love towards she,
Never turns in a directionb of reality.
But yes he claims to be a man,
Then when love comes he refuses to stand.
Still even though his physique portrays,
Mnaly parts his behavioral love say's...
Somewhere there is a system
If one decides to study and listen
Finding global position
To finish its mission
Here we go shooting for the moon
Showing the kids lovely cartoons
And teaching them of a big blue marble
Such a life full of marvel
Then later in the day
There are sports all over the world they say
Using a satellite link
This is great the post-Vietnam innocent does think
For into space
Visual communication technology builds its case
Now in the two thousands
Mostly climbed this planet’s mountains
It is the darkness that has us eager to explore
Trying to open a mysterious door
This is how it goes
Being a super power you know
We are the best
From all the rest
Having beauty and brains
In our arsenal of gains
And paths to peacefully complain
But there seems to be something wrong
With our patriotic song
Did we over play our moralistic hand?
Helping others take a stand?
Or was it the fantasy we love to boast
Celebrating modernization coast to coast
On this Fourth of July
When we recount separation from King George’s lies
Let’s rehabilitate the red, white and blue patient
And make it a healthy nation
First prescription is respect and trust
Second would understand others without a fuss
If we can handle that
Not acting like spoiled brats
Our goals may come alive
Returning to the energy that is giving the best try
While exhibiting the all American rally cry
Japan, land of rising SUN
Faced Natures devastation
Tsunami, earthquake obliterated cities
Lost all but not hope, maturity, sanity
Collective harmony, community first attitude
No honking, no mad overtaking; only understanding on jammed roads
No shoplifting when lights fused in malls
Mature media, compassionate humanity
No bloodcurdling visuals of chest beating or wild grief
No hypocrisy of help by Politicians
Well cultivated patience, doggedness to move on
Relief work, removal of debris, building roads at amazing speed
No mass scale panic on tanking of stocks, yen vulnerability
Cultured dignity, dignified grace
Disciplined queues for water, groceries, no chaotic scenes, squabbles
People buying to meet present need, so everybody could get something.
High moralistic Human values
Restaurants cut prices, no burglary at unguarded ATM
Plain speak on Nuclear threat levels
Japanese have done it before
Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings could only maim not rein
Tsunami and earthquake could only dissolve few cities not their resolve
Crisis handling, innate to Japanese
God gave volcanoes
They marshalled art of baking on it rather than getting charred
Japan, the land of rising SON
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By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011
For Members Contest - Trubute to Japan by Debbie Guzzi
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Beautiful smile
I haven't seen you in awhile
Walking into the room
. being able to bring sunshine
From every seat to every aisle
Beautiful smile
Please come back to my life
Don't be afraid to make a sacrifice
Beautiful smile
You've been crooked for
. quite some time now
Your life is only what
. you allow
Beautiful smile
I think about the bond that
. we had shared, so my question is how
Now, you've been through a lot
But can you please grow up
. and be what you talk about
The lady like, moralistic woman
. has disappeared
Beautiful smile
You're not that far from here
However, I know that you're
. near
Avoid your fears
Wipe your tears
For Favor will reappear
-DP
I AM INTELLIGENCE!
In world of mannequins, I step to the cause.
I see this woman fussing at her child about wanting to go to the park.
How formed is this.
Hello Lady and such a beautiful boy he is.
He wants to play in the park.
However, you do not have time for that.
Let me see if I can solve your problem.
I am Intelligence.
Intelligence is a superhero that forms very delightful scenes.
I am humorous as well.
With superhuman powers, I provide a child with a dream.
I give this one the dream of playing in the park.
The child stops crying and obeys his mother.
In another episode, I am sent telepathically, an abusive scene.
I transform arriving there instantly.
Through superhuman powers, I find a nurse and instruct him via
mind to be compassionate.
Intelligence watched for several days.
The facility conformed their healthcare tactics to better ways.
A little girl has broken her leg.
Her mother neglects and flagellates her more when she does not feel well.
Intelligence has watched for a short while.
The scene was sent via the mother verbally abusing her child.
Then she would stop for quite some time.
However, the child broke her leg while riding her bike.
The mother sees the chance to abuse outright.
Intelligence deploys to her mind and the mother begins to praise the child.
Intelligence is a moralistic superhero.
No age or race barriers does this superhero has.
In the time of hostilities, I am there.
I was given my superhuman abilities to achieve peace unconditionally.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!
the swinging swings
of the ups and downs
of the unbalanced scales
of justice now hang stilled
and suspended in bigoted air
anchored by the selfish weight
of the 5th amendment privilege
that remains a death sentence
choice for the defending
underprivileged innocent…
brutalized innocent mortals
whose spiritual morality abhors
death penalty finalization but
whose same moralistic
spiritualization upholds the
thy shall not kill commandment
must likewise demand the unwritten
beatitude of justice for the forgiving
meek consistently brutalized by acts
of non-good samaritan atrocities
chiseled in abject crucifixion on zion
mountains of molded injustices...
today’s waiting and being
of good courage has become
the teasing test of waning time
tic-toting life’s hours of redemptive
realities caged in the belly bowels
of a seemingly abandoned noah-like
arch sailing a treacherous sea of hell
with sour flowing tears from bitter eyes
stayed on the prize of promised equality
we still sing sweet amazing grace songs
applauding the coming resurrection
of our declared redemptive liberation
for like those of moses out of africa
we are the new exodus people sojourning
the shadowed valley of death with undying
faith in the promise of that beautiful morning
when time breaks up in eternity setting god’s
beloved hued children free at last…
With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who
never would be missed!
There's the pestilential pundits who write without a clue—
All men with bloated bellies who hang out guzzling brew—
All children who play computer games and beat you just like that—
All people who like a glutton eat but keep their tummies flat—
The terrifying boss you've only just met, who on first names insists—
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--
they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the Metallica lead guitarist and the others of his race,
And Material Girl, Madonna—I 've got them on the list!
And the fearful ladies who serve spaghetti on their finest lace,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the millionaire ball players who smirk and snort cocaine,
And unfailingly prove that even with money you cannot buy a brain;
Then there's the homophobes in the closet who curse but mostly lie,
They'd rather stay where the sun don't shine than admit they like a guy;
And that shallowest of arrogant, back-stabbing pr--ks, the corporate ladder climberist
I don't think he'd be missed--I'm sure he'd not he missed!
CHORUS. He's got them on the list--he's got them on the list;
And I don't think they'll be missed--I'm sure they'll not be missed!
And the self-righteous jurists, who free the high and mightier,
Overbearing, moralistic judges—I've got them on the list!
All afternoon talk show hosts—nah, not Oprah —but especially Springer;
They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed.
And the slick politician who about corporate influences never lies,
"What, never?" Well, hardly ever when even their 'fluence Enron buys
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed!
The scorn of abandonment,
howls of silence
when a room entered,
the school yard clatter
community chatter,
pulpit perniciousness
traduce in speculation.
Housewives with
corrective attitudes
deft in moralistic anomalies,
snarls over the broom
with piercing eyes declaring
“Hands off
there stands the scrum of the womb”.
Yes i am a motherless child
raised in an environment
of inclement
wagging tongues,
haggish gapes
smug righteousness,
born of woman
alas not a mother!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
The prompt was "Write a poem which is really a recipe".
This Stew Tastes Funny
I personally like to use the more established dramatic processes, but feel free to use your own version of comedy!
Dramedy (serves the whole family!)
Take the character, drive them headfirst
into a community of oppositions
that inexplicably attract,
cue a flurry of activity, sprinkled lightly.
Leave no weaknesses un-attacked.
When the conflict begins to rise,
place them in roles reversed,
have them recognise
that conflict yields no prize.
Leave the melting pot to cool
until each moralistic monologue ends with cheap slapstick verse.
Credit to Adam Sandler.
Practice pontificating indemnity,
moralistic servitude toward the,
practice exemplary impersonal activity.
THIS POVERTY OF MINE...
Improves upon the amount of time it takes you to conduct an opera that
tells about how to live this life.
Moralistic conceptions are fulfillments of healthy appetites.
An Aesop Fable he or she will write.
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RAPUNZEL
Rapunzel Rapunzel let your hair down.
I am the new Prince in town.
I killed the lad you loved today.
Rapunzel let your hair down and be my lady.
I come from far away to be your Prince.
I know your mother locked you away to become an old maid.
I am here to give you a life of matrimony, love and affection, children, a
family.
Rapunzel, let your hair down.
I will woo you with flowers to ingratiate.
We are meant to be together eternally.
Rapunzel, be my lady.
***
Rise above iniquity and address this perilous world
Domestic violence, conflict, and confusion are illuminated throughout the
universe.
Why is this constant struggle and strife?
Live right!
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SHARMAR - THE KING
This is a man’s world.
This is a woman’s universe.
She is the child bearer.
I have become the villain.
I am an abuser.
She is in love.
I will use her not to face [my] troubles.
Conflict will confuse all.
I work hard in any endeavor.
The future is there to proclaim.
A woman’s place is behind her man.
See Coretta with King.
Strength she gave.
She empowered her man.
You saw her sadness and her gleam.
You see Betty with X.
Empowerment she was and the ultimate strength.
You saw her beam as a scholar.
Her walk fulfills that power.
Much light from pain diminishes weakness.
Might it be moralistic?
***
To destroy is to bring new life.
If one is without the other, why?
***
A woman’s hair is her glory.
What does that statement mean?
The manner of principality states age brings glory.
Therefore, the subject of these philosophies thrives.
A woman’s life is magnified 100xs by her life-story.
Move not my soul, if it is not closer to the Almighty God.
If my soul is no closer to the Lord Almighty, I shall not be moved.
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PENNED ON JULY 20, 2014!
Death! Is absolute
the ultimate fear,
yet many, find it the
cause of so much
aggravation. Still! It’s
tops in the profit
stakes, wielding “Wide
screen, splatter
delving special effects.”
Cold shivers to
counteract hot steamy
nights, where evil,
always appears to be
enjoying its
renaissance in a script
full of moralistic
rebuttal.
Always! It seems for some,
easy to find death,
easy that is, when one
consciously puts in
the effort, while in
pursuit of that
leisurely free ride, on
the “Roller Coaster”
of their pitiful lives.
While all avenues lead
to the abyss of one’s
impetuousness, some gain a
subtle peace, some an
intolerance, depending on
one’s saturated faith.
Every day the media drives
home the message.
(Perhaps haplessly somehow
to prepare).
“Yet many idle minds
somewhat still
unprepared.”
Juvenile times seen by
the establishment,
as a time of unrelenting
passion, a time to
mould one within one’s
ancestral image,
a time of eternal days,
blended with logic
and conflict. A world
ready to tolerate all
aspects of one’s
“Liberality.”
A politically correct
environment that
cannot, (or is not allowed)
to discriminate
against good or bad!
“Yet it is evil this
day, that wears the
‘Angelic smile.’”
Still! Most believe
(at this time,)
there is no mortal reason
to purchase the
“Heavenly ticket.”
Each and everyone it
appears,
“Nonconformist to
the core.”
© Harry J Horsman 1995
The matter between my eyes and my soul is for the materiali$tic
The depths of my soul only reachable by the idealistic
My journey thus far can only be described as realistic
Sometimes I wish my life was more simplistic
I have an aura that makes me spiritualistic
But the L in my name argues I'm more Logicalistic
I'm certainly not evangelistic
In truth I'm just moralistic
When it comes to being verbalistic
I like to think I'm intellectualistic
Puzzled folks be shocked
by my irony---
the emphasis is
on morality.
*********** sells,
actions movies do too;
curse words abound--
a lucrative trend.
Society divulges
free sexuality
without any shame--
lustful affections.
Sue me for libel,
and I will appeal
to the Higher Court;*
the pounding gravel--
a dismissed case.
If Star Wars excites
you, think of fiction
as something too real--
disaster coming.
No, I won't mention
" Armageddon " now...
to frighten you too soon-
events will shock all.
Humankind's desire
is to build one race;
all traditions die,
transforming good values--
such false culture.
Shield hard-earned money,
shun deceitful men;
their aim is more green--
plague of vanity.
Written on 1/ 16/ 2016
* Higher Court: Heaven