Best Moralists Poems

We judge others with ease, so very harshly!
But what about ourselves?
Not one of us is pure nor sinlesss, 
Unless you are dead, of course.


Moralists have great fun, they do judge all!
Yet....Christ loved sinners and saints.
So why judge another, it’s not your place!
What sins are hidden...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Double Limerick: The Platypus
by Michael R. Burch

The platypus, myopic,
is ungainly, not erotic.
His feet for bed
are over-webbed,
and what of his proboscis?

The platypus, though, is eager
although his means are meager.
His sight is poor;
perhaps he'll score
with a passing duck or...

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I will be the Cricket World Cup Champion in 2024.
Though I know nothing, even of a simple score...

I'll do Sirsasana (yoga on the head pose).
At my collapse, I will touch the ground with my nose...

What if I wear my undergarments upside down?
Yeah, my torn touser...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
“When again, gentle bride?”
“Nevermore!” bright-eyed Raven replied.



The Hippopotami
by Michael R. Burch

There’s no seeing eye to eye
with the...

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For Adéronkè

My room smells of your fragrance
The sun rays in again-
searching for it's kind of beauty.
I'm calling back every touch we had...

Kisses have names.

A stranger will come to you
In the footwear of saints, and moralists
He will speak and his voice will sail
Through your bones, and...

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I accept
Challenges from people
I know i can beat
The moralists of this world
Love my pragmatism...

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THE SPIRIT KNOWS

I charge you, men puffed with knowledge
Who try to discern and struggle to predict
The attitude, character and true personality of God
Withdraw into your shells in shame
For how long will you guess in vain?

You who look to the skies and stars
You who look to...

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"The Mallard" and other Animal Limericks

The Mallard
by Michael R. Burch

The mallard is a fellow
whose lips are long and yellow
with which he, honking, kisses
his bawdy, boisterous mistress;
my pond's their loud bordello!



On the Horns of a Dilemma (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Love has become preposterous
for the over-endowed rhinoceros:
when...

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I DON'T BELIEVE (PARODYING JOHN LENNON)


I do not believe
in gods,
I do not believe
in devils,
I do not believe
in scribs,
I do not believe
in prophets,
I do not believe
in speeche
I do not believe
in photos,
I do not believe
in believers,
I do not believe
in unbelievers,
I do not believe
in words,
I do not believe
in...

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At the birth of every male child,
At his hair-cutting event styled,
At first birth-celebrations wild;
At his sister's ear-ring pomp, mild,
At school when their admissions filed,
Blasts the crumb, whole soul forces, piled...!

When enjoying a silent sleep, 
When solemn meditation keep,
When, within, alone, cry or weep;
When as rituals...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2

Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial'
translation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Through many lands and over many seas
I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites,
to this final acclamation of the dead...
and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes
now that Fate has wrested you...

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These heretical poems on the subjects of God, religion and Christianity explain why I “left” the Religious Right.

If one screams below,
what the hell is "Above"?
—Michael R. Burch

Religion is regarded by fools as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful. — Seneca,...

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The moralists, twenty and two,
Know not what is like to ensue,
When, grasping but smidgeons,
They act as if pigeons;
They’ll probably hate me when through....

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They say it all ends well, 
but I’ve never danced to the tune of midwives. 
I do not share in the religion of living life in blind sight. 
Praise to the poets, 
the singers, 
the artists, 
the clinically ill.
those who see life in color. 
Curse...

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