Short Scruples Poems

Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin....

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Like playing marbles
    losing scruples,tension mounts
         a force quadruple......

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Thou, one who feeds thy

              Satisfaction by eating
 
Thy scruples…Callous...

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Frost's
scruples
left behind
for the after
veil— where the sun unsheathes a morning sword

as the natural winter on grass gleams—
its evidence
of the gift
to still
melt....

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The mating call of wild humans
Can be heard for miles, coz they have no scruples
Screaming bloody murder
During the merger
Then two loud sighs and collapse in ruin...

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Back in the fifties when people had scruples 
The MOST insulting insult ever uttered by humans
Meant your head was empty
Only bats lived in your belfry
Which really meant your mind is poo pooing...

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Sound
of an
inner voice
though still - echoes 
deep, popping up from inner vault of soul;
A sense of scruples inhibiting our
thoughts and actions
oftentimes
until 
grave


Date: 06/03/2021
For Unseeking Seeker's Voice of Conscience Poetry Contest...

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Flaws and foibles, dents and blots, 
all viewed as quirky, cute and nice,  
are mere trifles, that makes us lovable.

How quickly the tide can change,
when sensibilities, foil those foibles
into scruples, qualms, faults and vice,
up-welling into wellsprings 
of misery and strife....

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distracted
         surrounded ,
         shackled
          thoughts
struggle
        to escape
finite
        observations 
         contained
by
constraints,
by
    scruples, 
erupt ..
     pour forth...
become surreal
scribbles..
             sand
                 meaning...

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Principles that govern
a man’s thoughts and actions
are often purchased 
with unspent desire.

Scruples, 
logical ethics and morals,
are high-priced considering 
the value of pleasure.

A loyal and steadfast
husband to a frigid wife
mortgages his heart, 
and the affection of angels
is his only 
accumulated interest....

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Truth to him is nothing but

                              what you are able

                       to dupe the unsuspecting

                             into really believing,


                     and moral scruples are but

                           sentimental rubbish

              soothing soft the cowed conscience

                     of the do-gooding weakling....

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Lighting up the heart with a smile
Gentle thoughts that won’t defile
Right and wrong are clear variations
Of what are good or bad foundations
Should we go to the left or right?
Is it all simply black or white?
Our Scruples reveal the hidden doubts
About the regulations of our whereabouts






Morality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Koplin
January 2, 2021
...

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Once a soldier of peace, in Condemnation of war
Full of Consternation for carnivorous divide
But good is not static when Apathy slips too far
For Reverence of calling, within scruples confide
His uncut hands offered to Unearthliness unseen
Innate Predilection to cleanse the monsters unclean
He Encompassed bravery lost so often to pride.

11/2/18

for 7 lines, 7 words rhyme contest sponsored by Lu Loo...

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Last year’s peace protests have left us bereft;
untold violence, fires, murder and theft.
As long-held morals find themselves interred,
society reaps a conscience that’s blurred.
Peer pressure rules the day, threats from the “gang”
dictate,  Cheap counsel chosen, Boomerang!  
Bounce back,  enroll as one of God’s pupils;
His Word teaches a fine set of scruples.

January 6, 2021

contest:  Morality Poetry
sponsor: Mark Koplin...

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Hey girl hair to loose
Before noon time, in the morning
You made me look at oasis
Watch out at this time.

The sun's rays is on air
Dance with the wind blowing the trees, a leaf
Who was you oh dear! sweatheart
Still in my heart again.

Standstill when I do watch
Like the sunrise, you follow me from afar, see
Kicks you in the stones had food
Scruples and I.

Slowly slowly I come to thee
And you ashamed to run slowly slowly....

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If its minerals, tis you taking from there
If its oil, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,

If its exports, tis you taking from there
Even imports, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,

In government, tis you taking from there
Investment, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,

Oh, you sure have no scruples
As even in church, you are taking from there
How much more greedy can you get....

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If its minerals, tis you taking from there
If its oil, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,

If its exports, tis you taking from there
Even imports, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,

In government, tis you taking from there
Investment, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,

Oh, you sure have no scruples
As even in church, you are taking from there
How much more greedy can you get....

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I saw a man who is 
insane
whose wife divorced 
him
his only son 
abandoned him
living a life in a fast 
lane

I saw a lady whose 
husband
loved that much that 
he forgot
his scruples because 
of what passed 
through his gut
frankly dying with a 
wedding band

I saw a girl paralyzed 
by a disease
sitting while giggling 
as she sentries other 
kids
acting the role of 
queens and kings
hoping for a miracle 
while dying at ease....

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it really wasn't quite fair
the profit that came to you
at the cost of my redemption
the recompense I paid

just like a Midwest highway
the tolls they bleed for use
the value of what is measured
set by others at my expense

you pocket the small stipend
my love, my heart, my soul
moving on to the new quarry 
an unsuspecting host

never looking over your shoulder
there's nothing that holds you back
a conscience not left muddled
your scruples still unimpaired...

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We can go back again to the beginning of our love
We return across languid gulf of languishing waves
And walk barefooted on the morning sand
We can in the cold of wind hold each others hand
And tell stories light as the gull above green
And dappling sea, O let us go back, my friend
And flex and bend our iron scruples to dance
Like a supple rhyme, or mento music frolicking
Where each tide rise and break upon the bar.
I am ready to leave all this, just be my guiding star....

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Work was there,
All lined up and piling,
I saw the pile,
And simply began to file,
Thought would do it later,
Though full was my platter,
Tomorrow came and more was loaded,
My courage now gave up,
As I nibbled a little work at around sup,
Next day more was there,
And I lost scruples and turned hay wire,
Now I could not even sort the pile,
Not to talk about getting it out,
The moment I looked at it,
My stomach turned and rose the bile,
I rued the day,
When I had begun to file....

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