Selective Morality

In the realm of human hearts, a complex play unfolds,

Where morality dances with shadows, stories untold.

A tale of selective judgment, a delicate charade,

Where actions deemed righteous, in favor, they cascade.

Behold, the stage is set, where self-interest takes its role,

And a mask of righteousness disguises the true goal.

A symphony of bias, where our principles sway,

Selecting only what suits us, discarding what may dismay.

For in this realm of mortals, we paint with shades of gray,

Morality's canvas, manipulated as we sway.

Convenient choices, a tapestry we weave,

But the fabric of truth, it begins to cleave.

See, some deem kindness virtuous when it benefits their gain,

But turn a blind eye to others who suffer in disdain.

They preach empathy's gospel, yet their hearts remain closed,

To those who are different, to the troubles undisclosed.

Selective morality, a mirror reflecting self,

A skewed perception of righteousness, clinging to wealth.

Weaving webs of justification, like spiders in the night,

Convincing themselves of virtue, though shadows hold them tight.

When faced with temptation, with desires that tempt the soul,

Do we hold to our principles, or let them freely stroll?

Do we sacrifice convenience, for the sake of what is right?

Or do we mold our morals, to fit our own delight?

But let us not despair, for within this human race,

There are those who resist, who embrace moral grace.

They stand against the currents, with unwavering might,

Choosing what's right, not just when it's expedient and bright.

They see through the fog of selective morality's haze,

Guided by a compass, unbending in its ways.

They lend a hand to strangers, to those they've never known,

And their principles shine brightly, like stars that proudly own.

 Let us strive to be more, to rise above the tide,

To shed the cloak of selfishness, with humility beside.

For in the realm of hearts, where selective morality resides,

May we choose true integrity, and cast off deceit's guise.

Foolish Politics

In the realm of politics, where fools may deceive,

Whose fault is it when we are so easily deceived?

When a jester with empty promises takes the stage,

And convinces us that he'll bring a brighter age.

Oh, the blame does not solely lie with the fool,

For we, the people, can be a bit gullible, it's true!

We yearn for change, for hope and relief,

And sometimes fall for a charlatan's belief.

With rhetoric so grand, they paint a rosy scene,

Promising tomorrow's comfort, where today we keen.

They speak of progress, of prosperity to come,

And we, like eager children, are lured to succumb.

But as the fool's mask begins to fade,

We realize the truth in the choices we made.

We find ourselves trapped in a web of deceit,

Wondering how we allowed this bumbling feat.

Oh, the fault lies with us, for we hold the power,

To see beyond the act and not be devoured.

We must question the motives, the claims that they make,

And not let foolishness lead us astray, for goodness sake!

So let's laugh at our folly, with a comical tone,

For in satire, the absurdity can be fully shown.

Political experiences, a circus of jesters and clowns,

Where the blame is shared, not just one party's grounds.

Let us learn from these lessons, not repeat the same,

And choose leaders wisely, not swayed by empty fame.

For in this theater of politics, the stage is ours,

To prevent the fool's grip and protect our powers.

The Greatest Commandment: Love

Love is like a rose, a beautiful bloom,

A gift from the Lord, a light in the gloom.

A flame that burns bright, a bond that endures,

A grace that transforms, a love that assures.

 

It brings us together, this love we impart,

A bond that is sacred, a bond that is heart.

It lifts up the weary, and comforts the sore,

It guides us to peace, and opens the door.

 

The Bible speaks of love’s sweet grace,

A commandment to follow, a journey in faith.

From the love that God showed on the cross,

To the love that we show, in lives that we’ve lost.

 

Love is a fruit of the Spirit, we’re told,

A gift from the Lord, to have and to hold.

It shines like the sun, and warms like the flame,

Bringing hope and peace, in Jesus’ name.

 

Therefore, let us embrace this love, every day,

With kindness and grace, in all that we say.

For it is a treasure, more precious than gold,

A gift from the Lord, to have and to hold

Comic Paradoxes of Life

In the grand theater of life's parade,

A paradoxical dance we all have played,

Where laughter and irony waltz hand in hand,

Let me regale you with a comic command.

 

Life's paradoxes, oh, they're quite absurd,

Like finding "lost" keys in your pocket undisturbed,

Or searching for glasses perched on your head,

These daily dilemmas, filling us with dread.

 

You chase happiness, like a mischievous cat,

Yet it hides in the nooks, where you don't look at,

While stress and worries, they cling with delight,

Like a never-ending battle, a comedic fight.

 

You're told to relax, let go of your fears,

But then life throws lemons, and they sting your ears,

As you squeeze them for lemonade, sweet and tart,

But forget the sugar, and the taste will depart.

 

Love, too, presents its own comic twist,

A paradoxical puzzle hard to resist,

When you find the one, your heart's desire,

They snore like a foghorn, setting the house on fire.

 

You seek fortune and fame, a glamorous quest,

But end up rich with credit card debt, lest

You fall for the lure of sales and bargains grand,

Buying things you don't need, just 'cause they're at hand.

 

Time, that elusive creature, marches on,

With seconds, minutes, hours, forever gone,

As you yearn for more, it slips through your grasp,

Leaving you pondering the present's fast gasp.

 

Thus, here we stand, in life's paradoxical rhyme,

Dancing through laughter, one step at a time,

Embracing the quirks, the twists and the turns,

For in comedy's dance, true wisdom we learn.

 

Therefore, let us laugh and revel in life's comedy,

Embrace the absurdity, with glee and jollity,

For in the paradoxes that life presents,

We find joy and humor, the truest of intents.

Overcoming Grief

Grief, oh grief, a weight upon my soul,

A heavy burden that I cannot control.

It grips me tight, with its icy hand,

And takes me to a place I cannot understand.

 

The pain is real, it cuts like a knife,

And takes away the sweetness of life.

I try to fight it, to push it away,

But grief has a way of making me stay.

 

It consumes my thoughts, my every breath,

And leaves me feeling lost and bereft.

The memories of what once was,

Are now replaced with an overwhelming loss.

 

Yet in the midst of this deep despair,

I find a glimmer of hope, a light so rare.

For in the darkness of grief and pain,

I find the strength to rise again.

 

I know that grief will always be,

A part of who I am, a part of me.

But with time and love, I know I'll find,

A way to heal and ease my mind.

 

Today I'll hold on tight, to what I know,

And let my grief and pain slowly go.

For in the end, it's love that remains,

A shining light that forever sustains