Short Condemns Poems
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The one who hurts innocent children the future of humanity condemns!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 June 2018
The Bible condemns all tradition
St. Paul says to hold fast to the traditions he taught
Either orally or in writing
Running after a life of carnal pleasures condemns one's soul into perpetual darkness!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
29 September 2016
First made perfect
Now in my sight
More acceptably turned out.
Whiter than white.
Sinner, Satan
Condemns; not I.
Unbelief's foul self contempt
But left stained by.
One's indifference
Towards the advancement of evil
Condemns the soul to a perpetual state
Of
Moral stagnation and guilt!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 December 2018
Men of goodness,
Abhor taking part in governing the state
Fact
That condemns them to perpetual grief
As
They allow the corrupt to rule over the
Virtuous!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 December 2022
Lack of moderation in carnal pleasures condemns one to suffer great pains!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 October 2022
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The above Monoku applies more to carnal pleasures. I see it from the ethical point of view.
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Who created this World or its natural creation?
Who balanced natural system and touched motion?
Who is so great donated free natural production?
Someone appreciated or not, he never complains,
But who condemns and why, human formation?
For another nights restful sleep this thanksgiving season.
And thank you for the knowledge that "the church" by whatever name
Is no different than those she condemns from within and without.
And for the knowledge that you alone are in control.
Form:
Life comes out of a woman's womb!
Life makes the new born cry!
Life has has only four stages!
Life can be holy or damned!
Life offers happiness to a few!
Life condemns many to sadness!
Life battles with death daily,
Life lives in me, but it has no thrill!
A simple message Ma'am,
God loves you.
"Yes," she says, "I know."
Yet tears begin to flow.
How wicked is that plan
That condemns a man to God
And also God to man.
That condemnation does not cease,
And so often false believed,
Robs us of all heaven's peace.
solutions unfound
archaic unchanged condemns~
d
e c r e p i t fetid
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
Rotating like a Dervish, time flees!
Peace beckons us like sweet bees.
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
With kindness and pure love our hearts swell!
Hate condemns us to a hellish fate!
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
Rotating like a Dervish, time flees!
You came in and spilled your guts all over the house
Bully Anger
Condemns, I am weak
and react like an electric fence
zigzagging mutiny
What for?
This stupidity has no end
Sit in silence
This is about something else
Bruised egos
I'm trying to douse mine in flames
Leave me my freedom
I will always leave yours
Form:
She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.
Alone will all stand, void of lawyers or mentors
no person will escape from the best orators
chance has no chance, gone is the period of options
human deeds are displayed for reckoning to auction
heaven and hell seated and ready to suction
a judge is on the throne not an arbitrator
who condemns to everlasting pain on any traitor.
never ending words,
empty meaning,
never shut my mouth,
while my soul is screaming.
blah, blah, blah,
I go on and on,
why don't I shut up,
this is just wrong.
for words reflect the heart,
and all of it's desire's.
yes there's evil lurking there,
and it never tires.
as I go on talking,
it prays I'll never stop.
for silence reveals the soul,
and condemns my very thought.
Crow’s Feet
What dark epaulette drapes
the scare crows shoulder?
Gazing bleakly upon
withered corn stalks
rustling in the wind’s
disdainful howl.
What mistaken duty
denies dismissal’s call
condemns the sullen sentry
to cower at death’s touch
mourning silenced wings
What twist of fate
draws him to the ground
in featherless
shivering
death?
John G. Lawless
©11/15/2017
The Pillars of humanity
felled by little boys tears
Irish clover
not so lucky for boys in white
defrocked
a new generation of holy men
the cycle of sodomy
sickens the soul
yet the masses
on their knees
sending child
like a lamb on the cross
blood droplets
religious tears glow
ah but the Irish clap
as Saint Patrick
condemns them to purgatory
wishing the evils ones
had been aborted
Something inside of me fails,
It says I am undernourished and ill fed,
Something inside of me churns,
It fumes and frets for escape,
Something inside of me feels dirty,
It yearns for clean honesty,
Something inside of me condemns,
It cautions and warns acts,
Something inside of me weeps,
It mourns the end of goodness,
I feel dead as yet live,
As this very thing inside of me,
Wants to stay alive "dead".
The sinking sun,
The old green fields
Young,
Tangled in verse,
In fancy skirts.
A kiss in time as
Stands a shadow,
The apples bent the trees
As time unraveled.
The slow quietness
That condemns my thoughts,
If not for tears or slumber lost.
Reasons are only reasons,
I am not sure, the swallows
Wings were broken, though
Flying blue and airy.
It’s only a defect of the mind,
That the wind refused to carry.
There exists no more certain
assassin of joy than that of
anger turned within.
Guilt’s grim scepter,
harrowed mind thus firmly wields,
and this with deft uncommon,
to bring renewed complaint
at slightest urge.
Senseless ruin whose
vapid tongue hisses
only self-derision’s name,
nobility to confound.
Slacken then this twisted cord
and in its place benign regret,
for guilt condemns the soul.
A Seed Of Hate
Written: by Miracle Man
9-23-2019
Satan hydrates seeds of intense dislike,
until springing forth is a fruit called hate.
God didn’t create all beings to be alike,
so our differences shouldn’t call for debate.
Our schisms, we reflect, in vociferant ways,
and often won’t admit the urgency of fact.
God condemns hate and deserves our praise,
Truth resides in what we say and how we act.
A virtuous man stands tall, far ahead,
Preaches mercy, yet calls heretics dead,
Speaks of hell, if he had seen,
Prescribes salvation and condemns unclean,
He sings of heaven till his last breath,
Then why, priest do you fear that death?
An infidel knows no rules, the trouble begins,
How can a priest keep him from sins?
Does this make him boundless, free to appease?
Or does the priest sin more than he dares to please?
Listen to poem:
Hazy Horizon
David J Walker
The terrible annual winds
That condemns
The lusty Prairie Floor
On a gusty Spring Day
In a dusty Remembrance
Of Youth
And what might be left of a Truth
We once prayed for
And what is left is all the more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon
Sail the Unkept Sea
Of secrets unforeseen
Dream of dreams undreamt
Of failed obtuse lament
And childish sentiment
That were but are no more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon