Moralist Poems - Poems about Moralist

...Miss Jordan — Are you satisfied? Living in a world Where hopes and efforts never collide, Where all abide by someone else's design. Would you simply resign? It's peculiar how you're blind — ......

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...The moralist woman Morning, every morning, the silent streets of Budapest We open the restaurant, one corner from the Váci street I arranged and tidied the terrace, tables, and chairs, and set u......

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...Tough as old boots, i'll betch'a coutts ' the barrage is just ' And you're due ' can you redress.? One can only guess? On which foot is the proverbial shoe ? Err I mean boot ! I think your ventu......

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...I can be a butterfly Or a bird, Or even a flower If I so wish to be For, None can choose their paths Other than they who walk In their own shoes, Blistering their feet as they go And even en......

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...How do I write of prettier things-- Roses, ribbons, and diamond rings-- While these angry thoughts persist Loathing for the unclean masses Lost in immoral debauched morasses, What good ensues......

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...Russian rhythms warm the crowd up in the gloaming. Hairs create golden cascades on the street. Even a moralist doesn’t go home, enticed ......

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...That oh so never ever ending, wondrous egotistical mystery! With others pretending they have their lives oh, so together over thee? Spare me, obnoxious perfection soul pounders. Whose joy in lif......

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...I have never preached morality, but followed strict and essential rules taught by mother to prevent a tragedy; aren't I happy to have listened to her words? Preachers mention eloquent quotes fr......

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...Forget about futuristic wars between nations, race against race country against country tongue against tongue; soon the populous will know no borders, continents no boundaries. “The New master”......

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...THE SMILE ON THE OTHER’S FACE Money power money Rest is all hoodwinking Peace, love, respect all are bluff I am a real man of reality I had never been in whims and fancies Riding or dr......

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...Im talking with nobody listening, see, front line walking just like a refugee sentimental, old friend says I'm out of touch so hard to be gentle when handling the softer stuff ......

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...Music roves forgotten recess. Spectrum of colors lack comprehension. Objects of undeciphered importance appear. Landscapes with familiar distortions, Capture dialogue of competing personas. Th......

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...Oh! How I long for that one sweet moment of loneliness, when the human race decides to piss off, leaving me to wallow in my own company. The pressurized world, the ceremonious corporate recip......

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