Ethics Poems - Poems about Ethics

Eluding My Ressurection Eluding the proposition of more work to be done Prelude to the inquisition that is blocking out the sun I can only conclude that the ammunition was hard fought and won While the interlude for the intermission has only just begun Statutory situations from behind a judges bench presiding Defamatory imitations that aren’t worth...

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What is your North Star, Your moral compass Which all your oughts and shoulds And not good enoughs revolve around? Every time we see the world Either as good or needing to be better We’re judging by an internal compass It has taken a lifetime to form. And it’s a compass Influenced by and expressing Everything we have ever learned Everything we have ever...

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Is It All In Vain? Experimental scientific observations inside a laboratory Consequential specific consecrations that combine to form a sacred story Monumental consternations that speak beyond the allegory Environmental commiserations as the situations become horrifically gory Enigmatic explanations that just want to prove a point for advertisement Autodidactic communications as they smoke another joint in aggrandisement...

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Words Not For The Faint Of Heart Commemoration for those gone before Affectation of all you continue to adore Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate...

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Emancipation From The Afterthought Fastidious Faustian bargains that never seem to cease Delirious young drug addicts who never seem to sleep Insidious theories of conspiracy about the recently deceased Deciduous canopies of melancholy that fade by finding time for peace Berated by the belligerence of a youthful propagandist Conflated schools of the illiterate surrounded by a contrabandist Sedated...

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Passing Through The Moment Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know Consummate reliance on another person for your relief Don’t abdicate defiance...

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Contemplations For Joanna Propulsion forward through the entropy toward the finish line Expulsion toward nothingness from a population in decline Repulsion formed at courts of corruption by the degradation of mankind Convulsions inward turning as we strive for the refine Emblematic overtures containing muse inspired compositions Hippocratic underscores as medics train the next physician Beaurocratic paper wars that only...

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Atmospheric Elocutions For Surviving Armageddon Elocution lessons for the morality police Persecution of those not callously elite Convolution of the elongation of the technique Revolution from the poor, downtrodden and bleak Ageless reckonings that are born from conscious defiance The rage less beckoning of a protest in non-violence The senseless converting to a reflective space of...

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I asked my phone “how do I look” The reply: “I am programed to recognize your face Not to evaluate its effect on other humans” I asked “how are you feeling today” It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel” I said: “no, no, I mean feelings Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”. The screen blinked a bit A...

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Where the bull plow The field makes green Full harvest show. A zealous hand Rejoice a home Supply not run. When you see green It means progress I see it gain. Agriculture Is the backbone Of a nation....

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Be a wise man Rather being A fool teacher. Be a loser Instead of a Harmless person. Better laugh at Instead of a Wicked person. Better in life Have a conscience Virtue intact....

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You are alive, squirming in my hand like a dissatisfied infant or a fish searching for water. You are alive, we are alive. There is something the same in us- some spark undefinable, except by contrast to its cold absence: death. You have a mind and survival instincts and stoic eyes like a sixth sense I cannot recognize. The quiet of the dissection room is heavy...

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Bloom where flower You are planted Shine where you are. Choose loam soil To yield your fruits Bask count patience. Give extra care Expose yourself Work more accord. Invite reaper Loyal worker When days harvest....

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I am your father, the Lord in heaven. Nothing that you say or do, gets by me! Do not hurt others, seven times seven. I am the one who gave you a golden soul. So never say, I have no Father! You came from two parents, that was my goal. Pen only poetry that makes me so proud. Nothing crude, nor crass,...

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Small things are important They are the trust issues of life They are the details of procedure Before big opportunity comes in You are prepared to work meticulous details Small things are the nails and screws of life Big things are fixed because of small things Small things are decadence of measure Big things are the toys of giants pleasure by The result is...

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