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.
Categories:
moralists, anxiety, bird, fantasy, funny,
Form: Limerick
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 might make the moralists frown...
My dealings with people may be like those of cats.
I don't know yet; they'd be scared of me like house rats...
Crying Competitions I will conduct with friends.
Less sadness there will be, but, surely, more nonsense...
'Fight for fun' will occupy a part of each day.
Friends will be free to fight with bray or bubble spray.
All Fools Day will adorn each morning like fresh dew.
though, as the day goes by, it will stay out of view.
Fun and frolic will be components of the year.
Each and every moment must be a bomb of cheer.
Categories:
moralists, new year,
Form: Couplet
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 behind your smiling face?
Humanity is not perfect, why pretend it to be?
With hate against your fellow man~ tis what
Satan loves to see.
Ring loud the church bells~do remind others to love.
Stop verbal and written attacks~they live in red hot,
Satan’s heart and gloves.
Christ said, “love one another, as I have l loved you.”
This takes patience and getting off your high horse, too.
It’s acceptable to correct your brother in the human race.
But look in the mirror first~ before so casually labeling
and dismissing another, as a total disgrace!
6-22-2022
~2~
Categories:
moralists, god, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
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 the moralists,
those who mock the different
those who see through monochrome lenses.
Those are the ones who should be condemned,
left to them,
The light will never shine
No reason to wake.
And dreams nothing but dreams.
Categories:
moralists, appreciation, atheist, courage, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
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 blind-faiths, seep,
When in farms rich harvest we reap,
Roars the crumb of drum like bomb-heap...!
When boys go mystic in playground,
When girls hysterically bound,
When kith-and-kin awe-filled surround;
When moralists sow seeds so sound,
When, wildest of the wild gets crowned,
Booms crumbs of music; all get drowned...!
At great festivals of marriage,
At bride-groom's glamour-horse carriage,
At bride's courtyard like effleurage;
At death, with mourning, like steerage,
At mingle of broods like peerage,
Cracks crumbs with fullest coverage...
Crumb, for us, is not bomb or shell,
Nor any grand ancient witch-spell,
Nor blast of some planets far dwell;
It’s, loud noise pollution, like hell,
That, in truth, is a rude death-knell,
Though we cherish it like church-bell...
19 January 2022
Categories:
moralists, pollution, sound,
Form: Rhyme
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 muscles;
and tissues without drowning in your red sea.
Tell him your air is saturated with my love....
And the gods of faithfulness are watching
From the high places.
Tell mama you found your h-earth a heaven
She will dance, sing and live.
For if anyone finds love, he finds everything.
Aderonke, take a look at the sky
Do not count the stars-
they are too little and many to be numbered.
There is a light oozing from a crescent-
that's my lips beaming hope upon your path.
So you can walk through the night
Tear the fairy veils of darkness, and find rest.
Till then when I will have you
Wrapped in my arms and my burning desires
Where we burn cold and slay boredom
Stay true to my words...
"If you will ever walk a way, it should never be away from my heart"
I love you, like the dreamers love the night.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
Categories:
moralists, art,
Form: Free verse
I accept
Challenges from people
I know i can beat
The moralists of this world
Love my pragmatism
Categories:
moralists, analogy,
Form: Tanka