Short Rights And Wrongs Poems
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in this station many books
show us paths of rights and wrongs
if we follow properly
world will be peaceful
-Monday, July 1, 2019 Chattogram
What could be a soul?
Did it come from one's past self?
Or many took mold...
A secret file form
that keeps all your rights and wrongs
Hopefully it's not
I
If your Bible has tough rules only for women then you lost your authority; zip it.
II
Politicians who lead lives contrary to the bible ought to zip up to stop staining Jesus's name
III
If Christians only talk abortion and female sins, I cannot be a Christian.
There is a lady
In my Soups,
She writes poetry
As she stoops
To think about philosophy
Or talk about life's mystery.
And everytime I read her songs,
I must use the dictionnary
To understand the rights and wrongs
Of her deep dip-in poetry:
I sent her back
A bomb attack !
" Out beyond ideas of right and wrong doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." Rumi
Beyond the law's rights and wrongs, there is heaven; I'll meet you there.
My interpretation
Rules- made for a purpose;
Required to shape life well.
Readies complex planning;
Requisites- well explained.
Respect for common rules
Restores balance to stress;
Rights and wrongs- explicit.
April 17, 2021
Contest: Pleiades R
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
A thousand rights and wrongs
mixed together with a thousand lies
dying each but yet reborn
As a phoenix
rising from the dust of each life
that used to be
shaking off its dust
Awaking
learning from lives walked
from things seen
from the people I once was
Becoming wiser
mistakes have been my teacher
ancient but not eternal
Form:
Rights and wrongs,
are decorative medals.
The one who does right,
is often wrong.
The one who does wrong,
is often right.
The one who tells truth,
is often intimidated.
The individual who tells lies,
is often rewarded.
In this world of matter,
stay contradictions.
Right, wrong, truth and lies,
cannot share a bench.
Legend has it that there is those they see the past deeds rights and wrongs of humanity
Some say Sophia are only women some say with in legend truth of so heroic is only
Know in theory I say for was is lost of truth if holy blood and those that are divine
Truth would do some no justice but those that seek the wisdom it is are there truth of the
Beholder what words are design.
We live in this place this world
This age it's time, wherein ebbs as flows
Rights and wrongs, are poured sometimes pounded
Into our eyes; far too expanse be they to itemize...
These twisted lies or perhaps, anothers disguise ?
Sin, is a multi-coloured hat worn amid ironics
Assembling dance and sway; Love, is the only thing
Beyound all things, that I know to be pure as absolutely true.
Have I been so loving,
That she is impressed,
And starts to think of one thing,
"Is there someone else?"
Is it interrupting,
When I've only yelled,
To whisper sweet nothing.
Which makes her compelled?
Should they take off running?
Am I quite the demon,
Quiet, cool, and cunning,
Not dating anyone?
Truly I repent;
I have my rights and wrongs;
Am I not your friend?
Do I not belong?
A new light is hoping to break free. Free from clouds
Marred in lies grey, an anger hovering. A golden ray
Enveloping and inviting, welcoming and warm
Rather than a darkness divisive and cold, separate and
Ignorant of constitutional rights and wrongs. Here to brighten a
Country made unclean by an uncivil war – a chance to
Atone for the sins of the father. To protect those unheard, unseen.
Rights and wrongs
Too entangled
A war is fine
Kill for peace
Unable to judge
As virtue just died
Love and hatred
Wrongly blend
Hate to love
Or love to hate
Sums up in hate
Self confused.
Lies and truths
Inseparable pals
Lying to live
Or living to lie
life so absurd
As credibility lost
Logic and myth
Rationale rare
Religion reins men
God an excuse
To suppress men
As evils rule minds
Spiritual Ears
free verse
The world in chaos
Voices screaming in hate
Can never overcome the
Powerful still small voice
Of the human conscience
From within the bowels
Of one’s soul comes all
The rights and wrongs
Dreams and desires
Choices and decisions
In which we find guidance
When God joins with our
Spirit, great things transpire
Take time to
Tune up your
Spiritual ears
Carole Cookie Arnold
Love of Art
You pick up your pencil
Start off with a dot.
Who knows where you'll go
From that small little spot.
Maybe a tall mountain?
Or a tiny fish in the sea?
A scenery of beauty ?
Or a funny looking tree?
Perhaps a little doodle
That makes no sense at all?
What about a great big ship
Shooting a cannonball?
There are no rights and wrongs
When it comes to the love of art.
Let it come through your emotions
Let it come straight from your heart.