As ravens, Pharisees were filled with destructive pleasures.
Termites of Puritanism had been eating up their minds?
They thought they had fallen from heaven as truth possessors.
Each of their ape-like actions, had endless evil designs.
Poor humans, unlike these, worked six days physically hard.
Shouldn't they rest to vitalize their physique and psyche?
The Sabbath was a day of rest. It's a day to thank God
This day too, they loaded the poor with rules that were sickly
Carrying one's cot is wrong. Grassing the cattle is wrong.
Picking heads of grain to eat, is equal to harvesting.
Helping is wrong. Healing is wrong. The list grew very long.
We are right, and not you—that's the sense they were harboring
Sly laws, like elephant-calf pits, put the poor in danger.
It's then that Jesus came as the trend-setter and game changer.
Categories:
puritanism, life, people,
Form: Sonnet
You must be alert putative
not to being killed first
survive in this "slum"
to survive the ****...
to live it takes courage
to withstand this jolt,
with so many armed gangs
even looks same as iraq
so mant weapons not a firecracker
to steal and kill, we poor people...!
Some are followers of Satanism,
others are fans of "puritanism"
I already told you, I'm pretty putative
to defend myself from these people
of this bunch of insane
I must be much pro active
among these inconsequential
who steal everything from us...
All that remains is to pray to the deity
to cure evil and cruelty... !
Categories:
puritanism, allusion, anger, appreciation, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Come!
by Michael R. Burch
Will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder,
when I have lain so long in the indifferent earth
that I have no girth?
When my womb has conformed to the chastity
your anemic Messiah envisioned for me,
will you finally be pleased that my sex was thus rendered
unpalatable, disengendered?
And when those strange loathsome organs that troubled you so
have been eaten by worms, will the heavens still glow
with the approval of God that I ended a maid—
thanks to a spade?
And will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder?
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Categories:
puritanism, christian, death, desire, god,
Form: Sonnet
socialism communism fascism despotism
buddhism catholicism hinduism zoroastrianism
territorialism colonialism imperialism expansionism
positivism relativism behaviorism existentialism
adventurism escapism negativism nihilism
puritanism fanaticism extremism terrorism
sexism chauvinism ultra-nationalism jingoism
hedonism epicureanism ~ stoicism asceticism
patriotism heroism altruism idealism
activism idealism individualism exceptionalism
atheism deism monotheism paganism
optimism pessimism cynicism romanticism
atheism secularism humanism utopianism
hypnotism mysticism exorcism surrealism
~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'
Categories:
puritanism, satire, society, truth, word
Form: Monorhyme
Vehicle headlights segue through the muggy day as police cars and ambulances hold
sway as though autumn has crept into a summer's day and flora and fauna
do not know what to do until this glorious English summer returns; as though
the Gulf stream and Global warming conspire to forbid the holidays to be as they
should, when schools out dreary clouds come out to play with rain eager to spoile
their fun as wind works hard to hurry them inside cooped up at home on tedious
technology so vacation at home: "what summer?!" holds sway in these islands of
such variety on such small scale as though it was Legoland at play.
Our puritanism still segues as though we deserve to be punished for honeysuckle
heaven and rosy dawns with skies to take your breath away in an ordinary English
garden having cream teas with by bouncy strawberries, better still shy raspberries
in our unusual now usual summers we fervently hope and pray with weather women
and men will continue to beckon brightly outside and not moan our one safe topic of
polite conversation.
Categories:
puritanism, summer,
Form: Free verse