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work is working maturity
work is working manhood
manhood work manhood to a maturity
manhood is a working maturity
maturity work maturity
maturity work manhood
manhood work manhood

mankind work mankind
mankind work humankind
moral work moral
moral work moral to mankind
moral is mankind working moral
moral is mankind working maturity
moral is mankind working manhood

honor is a working honor
honor is a working maturity
honor is a working moral
honor is a working manhood
mankind honor mankind to a working honor
mankind is humankind working honor
mankind is a working honor of mankind
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about the factor of moral,the factor of maturity,and the factor of manhood. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
MisfitOfSociety Nov 2020
Hey look it’s me.
On the tv!

I’m your burger,
And your drink,
On your coaster,
Then I go down your sink!

I clean your plates,
Wash your car,
And your floors,
And your very hairy *****!

All you have to do is click on me!

Say hello to the man,
On the other side of your phone.
He’s listening in,
On your conversation.

L-shaped couches,
And make up kits!
Brand new cars,
And television sets!

You don’t need this ****,
But you have to have it.

You’re a product.

Advertising on the plane,
On the car.
On the train,
It’s got you on the run!

On the floor,
During sport,
On a walk,
It’s got you on the run!

Everywhere you go,
All you see,
Is a product,
Begging for your money.

You’re not a product.
Turn off the tv.
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
If one has to befriend with
Pigs
One needs to learn
Pig's language
Or make effort to teach
Their own language
And as a human
It's much easier
To learn their's
We, as human are
Smarter
What we believe

And by the time when
Pig understands your message
Believe me
They will behave you
Like their own kin
The next Pig
And
At that time Pig does
What it is smart at
They question

They question
Your self respect
Genre: Observational
Theme: Moral, everything in it
Author's Note:
I fear
I fear closeness
Closeness is what I fear
I fear contamination
Contamination is what I fear
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2020
Red letter days
and friendly fire.
Will I ever go home?
Your voice over
the airwaves soothes.
But the things you say
cut like teeth,
sharp and vile.
You visit the hospitals,
shake down the morgues.
The batting of your eyelashes,
a ruse to your construction:
You're a steam shovel, girl.
Digging for Nazis
at the center of the Earth.
Mildred Elizabeth Gillars, nicknamed "Axis Sally" along with Rita Zucca, was an American broadcaster employed by **** Germany to disseminate propaganda during World War II. Following her capture in post-war Berlin, she became the first woman to be convicted of treason against the United States.
Norbert Tasev Aug 2020
Man, it is better today to snooze quite a few people with a given mood! he can hardly do anything else: Hysterical minute-people and flirtatious Germans who want to flirt dictate the pace and the Order today! And the role model of the ancient hero of our time - although he could hardly have noticed himself - became a morally contagious prey, a waste material: His will and his belief in knocking down rocks were missing!
      

Bare, meaningless messages, slangs of words humiliated into grotesques discourage the unrealized ideas of those who have ever dreamed of the world! Nearly now, frustrated desires float in vacuum vacancies, bursting with a network of conspiracies of petty lies, and each cosmic evil revolves around its own brain planet - it does not wish to undress its pathetic half-shoulder and lightness!

It leaves everything on the brink of destruction and thrives on the shores of self-pity! "We don't want to be better to ourselves in the rush of tomorrow, to be nobler!" The battered soul and the burnt will take on a deep silence! Man's inhumanity has now collided: Re-establishment has now taken shape and determination again! You can't even benefit today - that's what others think, unfortunately -

neither the Heureka crumbs of honorable honor, nor the guardians of unbreakable conscientiousness: Yawning mountains, dreamy aggastians! Maybe at such an age the halo lights of the moral-humanism of the Universe can travel from the inner landscapes of the soul with heart energies and sympathetic flames?
Sabika Jul 2020
The tap drips onto
still waters.
Ripples echo and remind me
of my mortality,
then I am reminded of
my morality
and suddenly
I don't have much time.
Ripples echo
and remind me of
my loneliness and
suddenly
nothing I own is truly
mine.

These waters are deep
and dark and stare
into the abyss inside.
A hollow shell governed by
reckless winds,
what happens when
water and wind
collide?
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
The space between.

A time to sell yourself.

A time for passing.

Sometimes I touch the right.

Too much, the wrong.

Resplendent deterioration
we live by.

With casuistic slogans
and closing doors.

D'you know disembarkment
leads to land sickness?

It does.

And who can then make
heads or tails out of
the qualms of tolerance
and his cousin, ignorance?
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