Long Morality Poems
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Under the silken sky of night, among stars shining like diamond tears,
I wonder, in the endless flow of my thoughts, if we could have become angels,
if we were capable of embracing the experience of art and transforming it,
molding it according to the moral ideals expressed in creation,
like divine sculptors, carving in the pure light of our souls.
In every verse, in every note, in every brush stroke,
lie hidden unspoken truths, dreams of fragile beauty,
and if we could only absorb them, make them part of our being,
we could rise above the world, become beings of light,
floating gracefully through eternity, embracing the pure ideals of creation.
But we are only human, caught in the dance of shadows and light,
letting ourselves be carried by the waves of life, trying to find meaning and beauty,
and art, like a magic mirror, shows us what we could be,
reveals our divine potential, hidden beneath layers of imperfections and fears.
In every painting, I see angel wings, in every poem, I hear celestial songs,
and I wonder if we will ever be able to transcend these human limitations,
to transform our souls into living works of art, breathing moral ideals,
and rise above the world, like falling stars, leaving behind
a trail of light and hope, in a universe full of darkness and chaos.
But until then, we remain mere dreamers, seekers of beauty and truth,
trying to embrace the experience of art, to transform it into something greater,
and perhaps, one day, when we are ready to embrace these moral ideals,
we will become angels, full of light and love, dancing among the stars,
leaving behind a transformed world, a world where art and morality
intertwine in a divine symphony, bringing eternal peace and beauty.
The painting-The Garden of Earthly Delights
the painter- Hieronymus Bosch
This three paneled painting depicts
the mind and heart of human morality
on the weighted scales measured through time
where the magnitude of spiritual justice lies in the halls of temptations
from The Garden of Earthly Delights that overwhelm
the soul's sense of passionate desires from illusions
of enchanted pleasure that is all consuming
as dreams of The Garden of Eden haunt the dreams and wishes
of a long-forgotten paradise that echo in the silent tomorrows
when the head is bowed in prayer seeking amnesty
for the sin of spiritual abandonment that lies between Heaven and Hell
yet, for those whose sins cannot be absolved
their souls will dwell in a pit of perpetual depraved darkness
dripping evil from their tortured flesh, tortured
by the clinging claws of their pain-filled sins
The world descends into darkness
with each turning wheel of the sun.
Our hearts grow heavy with starkness,
an emptiness we can’t outrun.
In the black pit of midnight,
we do not fall asleep.
We welcome the year with solemn might,
yet by break of day, our vows don’t keep.
We grasp at frivolous dreams,
believing they might save us still.
The world unravels at the seams
as power, looks, and lust shape will.
We toast to new ambitions—
the promotion, the figure, the balance.
All self-focused missions
to build our private palace.
But the grain must die,
or it withers alone.
Self-focus is a subtle lie
that beneath the world’s weight groans.
Yet with each crisp ring,
the old bells still call—
atop the steeple, they sing,
arms spread wide to break our fall.
How long will we wander
in this murky midnight hour,
promised better dreams yonder,
only to turn our souls sour?
All the while, He waits
and counts down time.
As we count up, clocking fate,
He counts down to the final line.
Midnight bells—
they ring,
they sing.
Oh, those midnight bells,
a truth
we cannot mute.
We are the managers of every situation
Citizens of a fragile nation
We are the believers of impossibilities
Despite our numerous capabilities
We run away from our responsibilities
And blame the failure of our leaders for the ruin of our cities
We are the managers
Managing the manageables
Enduring the endurables
And pushing the pushables
We are the mangers
Our wages we are hardly given
Yet we still manage to go to work
For their mistakes we have strangely forgiven
After all we must work
We are the managers
Who rarely have stable power supply
Yet we must fulfil the law of demand and supply
Maybe because we cannot fly
Proper management we do apply
We are the managers
Who despite being failed repeatedly
We hold on to our dreams persistently
Doing the same course repeatedly
Just because we will not hold the table of Mr Lecturer
Or bow to the harsh dictates of Miss/Mrs Lecturer
For to us, our dignity and future are the things that matter
We are the managers!
Yes we are the mangers!
In whose home resides hell on earth
Probably the love never came from the heart
And for the sake of morality
That exists in our community
We forever manage our incompatibility
And forever remain in an unwanted emotional unity
WE ARE THE MANAGERS…
To be continued…
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Oh! If I could but free you
From drowning at desolation's door
That has impaled your lonely heart
From reaching a joyful peaceful shore
It would be a divine journey
For my humanity to tell
Of heroes who vanquished tyrants
To release your soul from hell
You are haunted by the ghosts
Of this veterans field in Vietnam
Where brave truths became the host
Of the death and dying of the young
With brothers you shared this journey
In the way that brothers do
Brothers fell with the thuds of casualty
While their blood ran red around you
In a single moment
Of bayonets and bullets
Your soul was pierced with the torment
Of terror and regret
You were a part of a limited few that led
To face "glories" price to pay
Behold the twelve and hundred
That were slain upon the field that day
You were never to escape the horror
of that paralyzing plan
You were to fight and die for
The fields of peace to stand
A peace which lost its meaning
To those who with you served
And were left by forces streaming
On this blood-red cursed turf
Now as your life embraced its rage
Entombed by fear it stripped
Your love which lay frozen in its cage
Your heart locked in its crypt
The dark side of you will haunt me
I saw your universal truth
That evil put his foot upon your doorstep
And will never let you loose!
LORD JESUS
Jesus uttered in unbearable pain
‘May God forgive these adamant people
unaware of their guilt, mostly insane.’
Holy heart of Lord Jesus to ripple
in grace, kindness, compassion for each,
whether mentally normal or crippled.
Jesus had firm faith on humans to teach
Love, Peace, Joy, Honesty to implement
in one’s Life, for divinity to reach.
Forgiveness was His best accomplishment.
He had Hope to raise generosity
in human as natural sentiment.
He preached about basic morality,
prime quality as humanity.
06/ 28/21
When the eclipse of Sun darkens entire universe,
The drought-infested soil waits for tender shower.
Love comes, delivers it from that dreadful curse,
Pouring its enlightening shower from holy bower.
All pains, struggles, sufferings seem non-existent
When there is love, when there is love’s presence.
After eclipse, sun appears brighter, clear, content.
After stings of Dark, Love brings a luminescence.
The lamp of love enlightens interiors of the heart
Where vermin try to eat up the veins of morality.
Love renews the heart by clearing the fallen dirt,
Awakens drowsy world with trumpet of equality.
I am bored with all the lies in the news,
The celebrity’s that live to abuse and misuse,
The war that never seems to end,
The Cosmo articles on “how to steal her boyfriend”
I am bored with reality TV,
To be honest, teenage pregnancy greaves me,
I am bored with the over use of sex,
In our world that loves and then says next,
I am bored with our lack of morality,
Listening to others false realities,
I am bored with our superficial planet,
Plastic surgery is our fruitless magnet,
I am bored with all our family feuds,
A people whose minds have become so skewed,
I am bored of people always complaining,
In a country where we all keep gaining,
I am bored with the lack of common sense,
Where good people run around extreamly tense,
I am bored with public officials putting America in a deeper mess,
Where nobody cares about the real issues that need to be addressed.
By:Sabina Nicole
4-20-11
Contest: Bored with....
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17
The squeak of rubber is the crunch of snow
Under the steps of my winter boots
As I walk through the Below Zero
And when the day breaks
The air itself is as white as if
One is looking through mesh of a screen door
The cold so cold it can be seen
In-between
Smells like candle wax on my sleeves
The tree limbs criss crossed like milky yarn
Unraveled across the sky
And the tattle of thistle and sunflower seed
Slides from my hands
Down the silo of a bird feeder stand
Stuck in the snow like a stake
I leave this trail of food
True
For the finches drained of their color
And the black-capped chickadees
That sing and chirp despite it all
A pitch of song that lifts the woods
To attention
Harassing the foxes
That prance upon smuggling moles
With their noses
Always pointed toward attack
Exactly to the North Pole
No one knows how or why
But can you imagine the divine advantage
Those foxes have over the flesh and blood
Of their tiny prey?
But I am here for a certain squirrel
That I’ve been helping all season
I don’t know if he’s a young kid with a disability
Or an old man on his last leg
But half his fur fell off in December
And his one hind leg
Is as bare a bone as a devoured chicken wing
It seems to stick straight up
Stuck in position
He can only drag through the deep snow
And cling to the base of trees
He’s half the size of others
His exposed backbone wrinkled like a lizard
Some days he doesn’t show up at all
But other days
There he is
Surprise!
Still struggling to survive
Don’t tell me
Creatures are not feeling and thinking
Afraid of death and agony
Or even dreaming of joy they once knew
The best I can do
With my own waning power
Is to favor him
With a simple toss of human compassion
A kernel of chance
And spend the day
Watching through my window
Wondering and worrying about him
Living.