Modern trend
To cheat is amoral.
To steal is amoral
To bribe is amoral.
To have consensual sex
Is not to be held amoral.
It is purely a private affair
29.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your ability to rationalize your own bad deeds makes you believe that the whole world is as amoral as you are.
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Time To Stand Opposed
Truth may be black and white, but some choose the dark of night,
When it comes to political views, many simply shift and just muse.
Thinking of all, but God's Word, ignoring Truths that they've heard,
Truths which should be our light, in this world where wrong is right.
Compromising Scripture for man; it's not of God but Satan's plan,
Satan's plan to hinder God's Truth; look around and see the proof,
An amoral nation we've become, as for Truth we're biblically dumb,
Following the ways of wicked men, in a nation God shall condemn!
The Truth has become irrelevant, so how long shall The Lord relent?
He, who put His Law in our heart, from which many chose to depart,
This country shall have no excuse, regardless of how leaders muse,
As their thinking is devoid of God, so they'll see His Righteous Rod,
Unfortunately some in The Church, follow their wicked political lurch,
As they make changes suddenly, they defy the God over all eternity,
The Laws ascribed by a Holy God, for all men upon this earthly sod,
Yet more are following the evil ways, of immoral leaders in our days.
It is time for many to take a stand, in an ever increasing amoral land,
All, who know Christ's Righteousness, must oppose the wickedness,
Being Christ's Light in this world, where Satan's darkness is unfurled,
In a world that is turning dark as night, to point others to God's Light.
(Copyright ©05/2012)
Honored By Men
The honor that mere men bestow, is motivated by a political undertow,
A hidden agenda that won’t prevail, as Eternal Truths these men assail.
This man tickles hearts and minds, of people from nations of all kinds,
Promoting peace that will never be, as they ignore the God of Eternity.
A man addresses the world’s fears, skillfully tickling man’s many ears,
Saying all that needs to be said, for men in darkness; spiritually dead.
A body gathers together a majority, of men with eyes who cannot see,
Spiritual darkness within the world, lifting up from it, a leader to herald.
Woe, when all men speak well of you, as there is evil they cannot view,
From the darker agenda of men, promoting a world God will condemn,
A world where The Sovereign Lord, by many leaders is wholly ignored,
Moving Nations into an amoral state, and men towards a godless fate.
So mere men will continue to lift up, others, who are politically corrupt,
Leaders who look to be fully able, but, go on making nations unstable,
As the masses are blinded by, the enemy of God, Who reigns on high.
Unknowing they’re deluded by him, to embrace an amoral world of sin.
Political deception continues to rise, as the God on high, men despise,
A world looking to man’s solution, will soon be met by strong delusion,
As the darkest leader is be unfurled, to be honored by this entire world,
And when by men, he is believed, Judgment from God will be received.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
Rome Revisited
To God, all evil is an abomination, what does He think of our nation,
A country led by darkened men, whose ways The Lord will condemn,
Is this today for us a wake-up call, in a nation which is about to fall?
Under the Judgment of God's Hand, in an ever increasing dark land.
Rome, remember had fallen from within, due to the wages of her sin,
Not only one city, but the empire, led away through darkened desire,
Amoral desire from the political top, once started they couldn't stop,
Rome spiraling down to her end, to the point of judgment my friend.
Judgment could be at our door, as our darkness abounds, for sure,
Stirred by political leaders in place, taking for granted God's Grace,
Many leading this nation far away, from The Lord's Righteous ways,
As the amoral, liberal ways askew, the righteous ways that we knew.
Righteousness that was the foundation, of this God blessed nation,
While men shake their fists at God, only inviting His Righteous Rod,
A rod that will bring judgment to, that blessed nation we once knew,
As we move to an immoral abyss, dismissing God's Righteousness.
All across this country we trod, leaders are turning against our God,
Denying God, who brought salvation, to this blessed gentile nation,
Turning our light to darkness friend, as we see the approaching end,
The same judgment that Rome saw, when they ignored God over all.
(Copyright ©06/2012)
Beauty and the Beast - 1014
Upon his cash she'd gloat and feast,
his mind concerned her not the least.
She from his pocket book took note,
he on her beauty hung his coat.
Was this a fair exchange, brash beast,
to beauty bound? Affection ceased.
Bright diamond river b[r]ought her vote
but could not keep creep's boat afloat.
From kowtow vow she sought release
while he refused her palms to grease,
soon each was at each other's throat
nor sought to reconcile, emote.
Too bad amoral range should [s]team:
to add a moral strange would seem.
(6 February 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Evolving Lies
Things which are set, do not evolve, this, my friend, is my resolve,
Holding fast to The Lord God, Who, reigns above this earthly sod,
Trusting in God's Eternal Word, not just suggestions to be inferred,
But Truth from the mouth of The Lord, Truth that cannot be ignored.
From mortal man's evolving thought, many deceptions are wrought,
Changing words, spoken by, The Eternal God, Who reigns on High,
High above this temporal earth, Whose Words are of Eternal Worth,
As they show disdain and reproof, for those who hold Eternal Truth.
Our ways aren't progressive at all, with beliefs too narrow and small,
To accept post-modern thought, in embracing their changes sought,
Changes sought by the liberal mind, as they leave all morals behind,
God's unchanging moral law, which causes liberals to falter and fall.
Falling because of darkened hearts, so from The Lord man departs,
Creating for men an amoral state, wanting all to progressively relate,
Changing ways that can't change, for God above remains the same,
An unchanging God in all His ways, Who is defied in the latter days.
God's Word, that does not change, to liberal minds may be strange,
But, His Word, that in stone was cast, throughout all eternity will last,
As man's thoughts will fade away, God's Words, shall eternally stay,
Being the only words of any stability, in a culture of amoral liberality.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
The Immoral World
Information is not knowledge;
Knowledge is not wisdom.
Wisdom is not instinct.
Instinct is amoral
And employs its veto.
So the world is immoral.
12.02.2012
Those are standard.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fallen Nation Transformation
Populations. Are not evil
in conscience themselves.
Though individual evil.
Can overcome a people.
Transform a sane nation.
With propaganda blinded.
Mind putty clay controlled
is shaped at dictator’s will.
Goose-steps into oblivion.
Siddharta Gautama states.
‘To understand everything
is to forgive everything.’
Yet there are amoral men
whose heinous crimes
surpass comprehension.
Therefore forgiveness.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You can't Nip the Budding Romance
No one can nix true love
and nip the romance in the bud.
It will sprout again and spread its leaves,
Like a sapling of the plantain, cut.
Like a sapling, chopped at its stem!
Are they craving for, amoral life?
Why you sever their ties?
Bruit about rumours; bruise their minds
and assault with arms on them.
And assault with arms on them!
Their souls have been already merged
with the blessings of the Heavens!
You are yokels, what you can do
but to settle them with persons new.
You settle them with persons new!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Priorities
PRIORITIES
Today’s priorities tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed one day before
turns sour before its zest to rest is laid,
incorporated into causal braid,
what’s left sewn through waft-weft of life’s rapports.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
Timed candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh thrilled head’s held high, yet soon
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune.
f[l]ame = flame fame lame l'âme aim am me
3 December 2001 revised 10 December 2008
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Priorities
Priorities today, tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed the day before
turns sour before appointed hour, is laid
aside by patterns Cause, Effect may braid
into the waft and weft of their rapport.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself, - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
The candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh-space head’s held high, yet soon
all is dissolved for slum or silver spoon...
3 December 2001
poem by Jonathan Robin
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War At Home
Running, running, running, running
I see them running
'please why are you running? ' I tried to ask
but no one wait to answer me
Boom, boom, boom, boom
'what is this? '
I ran to the tower
there, I hide alone
Soon, they marched forward like soldiers
they are obviously warriors not soldiers
shouting, shooting, smoking
two sides they appears
fools versus idiots
People are shot
coming not the protectors
they are amoral
Hours later
I came out and joined the racers
atmosphere was flexible
gone the warriors are.
poem by Alao Azeez
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Colibri A Sonnet
Colibri (sonnet)
Beautiful colibri your fluttering wings
so rapid it looks like you are still in air…
drinking with your long sleek beak
forbidden nectar from the honey tree.
You fly from tree to tree care not who
you hurt with your purr of love.
Humming bird so lovely you are, totally
amoral, I will catch one day put you in
a cage, serve you sweet honey from a jar,
the one in the fridge with a picture of
a bee on, and you will buzz for me alone
till I set you free… if I ever do.
For I too need to hear the sound of love
and dream of being totally immoral.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sex in Tantra
Sex is neither moral nor immoral.
It is amoral, more than corporal.
Who else can man love other than woman?
He can love like none other when sexual.
Such love will surpass any other love.
Only he who could unfold the strength of love
And could see and feel the Supreme Being.
Then what is the role of woman in sex?
She places herself in the place of God
And connect man, who is earthy,
To the Ultimate, and get energized.
She connects herself in the process
To the Ultimate and feel the Ultimate
She enjoys the role of a benefactor.
31.12.2007
[Tantra is the oldest Indian philosophy,
Existing before Vedic philosophy flourished]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Traps galore!
God had tricked me into traps galore
and sent some human gods me to shore.
Gods they are, they are!
I felt at my inner heart
Humane they are, they are!
I heard what people said.
The end of the term sent me back to
walk in dark before reaching home.
Before I reached my house in that dark night,
God had brought her back home `in dusk.
Bad they are, they are!
They scotched rumours wild!
Sly they are, they are!
They set off an alarm of rape!
In the altar of love Cupid sparked,
where’s the place for amoral sense?
An odd, unknown youth from somewhere,
aroused me to write some lines of filth.
Satan he was, he was!
To spoil my whole career!
A rotter he was, he was!
To rot away my mind!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Foolmoon
Nights that last three score hours
as mute minutes
slowly splutter out their life
waxing in endless repetition.
First thought at birth of day
Last at day’s death
a death that would not die.
Like a moth witched within your spell
mesmerized singe their soul, in the hell you make.
You were a heart user
craving game
seeking any succulent male loser
intercepted within your reach.
A black widow dancing on vibrant web
of your vile deception.
Potent fangs dripping venom
to suck forth each fresh life;
embalming chosen victim.
A single loose cinder
fallen from amoral ashen log.
Cast out ashen and bitter
seeking out flesh to blacken then blister.
Engulfing to sear in flame
the wages of pain you pay.
A pathway of torches alien from
the star speckled night,
lighting the darkness of your soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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God Will
“God will” we read all over His Word, Truth to us that can be inferred,
Into the lives of both me and you, for what God says, God shall do,
For everywhere we read “God will”, The Lord above will indeed fulfill,
As God fulfills every jot and tittle, working in all things, big and little.
Everywhere these words are read, in Scripture, He’ll do what He said,
All of Scripture, which we read, especially “God will” we should heed,
For God shall finish His Will and Plan, in the life of every single man,
As on this His Earth, every single life, will be judged by Jesus Christ.
God is Love, but must be just, His unchanging character all can trust,
God will show His Justice my friend, all men shall see in the very end,
Even though amoral forces assail, God’s ultimate justice shall prevail,
For He is God and as God must be, true to His Nature, for all will see.
Men will change, but God will never, as God’s Word shall last forever,
God’s Will and Purpose always suits, His Timeless, Eternal attributes,
In spite of what men believe and say, and while earth shall pass away,
God’s Attributes and Will together, remain unaltered, now and forever.
God’s Righteousness will one day fill, a New Earth, as God said it will,
Though God’s Judgment soon will fall, grace and mercy is open to all,
By knowing God and all that He said, we’re filled with hope, not dread,
As God will sound the trumpet for us, to take us home to Christ Jesus.
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Room Ghost
Though elegance I ill afford,
My living-room is green and gold;
The former tenant was a lord
Who died of drinking, I am told.
I fancy he was rather bored;
I don't think he was over old.
And where on books I dully browse,
And gaze in rapture at the sea,
My predecessor world carouse
In lavish infidelity
With ladies amoral as cows;
But interesting, you'll agree.
I'm dull as water in a ditch,
Making these silly bits of rhyme;
My Lord, I'm told, was passing rich
And must have has a lovely time;
With champagne and a pretty bitch
No need to heed the church-bell chime.
My living-room is marble floored,
And on its ceiling cherubs play;
But like my lord I'm often bored
And put my sullen books away;
And though my people say I snored,
I dream of indiscretions gay.
And often in the niggard night,
When sweet sleep I fail to drown,
I seem to see that noble sprite
In monocle and dressing-gown:
A glass of brandy to the light
He holds and winks and drinks it down.
When life's so beautifully planned,
Dear reader, can you understand
Why men should die be their own hand?
poem by Robert William Service
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The Right Answer
We have pat answers in the Church, so many don’t have to search,
Their very own hearts deep within, concerning issues related to sin.
Some simply shoot from the hip, when answering to the fellowship,
About the many sins we tolerate, even while all sin, God does hate.
We are very quick to quote scripture, to make a clear word picture,
Of how other men fell short too, as a sure excuse for me and you.
Although we are more accountable, to know and follow God’s Will,
Having the Holy Spirit dwelling inside, gives us the power to abide.
We know of Truths we’ve heard, exposited from God’s Holy Word,
That we’re not to live like men, of this world that stand condemned.
At times we’re complacent at best, when the Church is put to a test,
Not willing to take a bold stand, though secure in God’s Holy hand.
As days become darker every day, are we leaving that narrow way?
Are we encumbered in sin and care, leading us to spiritual despair?
Are we hindered by spiritual blight, of a land which needs our light?
And have we lost our mission friend, as this age comes to an end?
We need to come together again, as believers who are Born Again,
To stand in unity for The Savior, to not condone ungodly behavior,
As Christ’s beacon and a light, to rescue others from amoral plight,
So they can too rest assured, in the eternal answer, Christ our Lord.
(Copyright ©11/2008)