The Moral Compass
THE MORAL COMPASS
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth
upon this continent a new nation: conceived in Liberty,
dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
--The Gettysburg Address, Abraham Lincoln
The Founding Fathers showed the way and built
Our sturdy ships to last through all of time.
Each has a moral compass showing guilt
And innocence, thus exposing crime.
The Western Canon’s smoke is drifting past
Their sleazy, sinking, ships—all lost upon
The sea, steered by a crass iconoclast.
All sense about the proper course is gone.
They’re easy targets sailing randomly
In the postmodern fog, colliding, firing
In any direction, so mindlessly
Destroying everything that’s worth admiring.
Straight is our course. Though we suffer and die,
"For God and country" is out battle cry.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth
upon this continent a new nation: conceived in Liberty,
dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
--The Gettysburg Address, Abraham Lincoln
The Founding Fathers showed the way and built
Our sturdy ships to last through all of time.
Each has a moral compass showing guilt
And innocence, thus exposing crime.
The Western Canon’s smoke is drifting past
Their sleazy, sinking, ships—all lost upon
The sea, steered by a crass iconoclast.
All sense about the proper course is gone.
They’re easy targets sailing randomly
In the postmodern fog, colliding, firing
In any direction, so mindlessly
Destroying everything that’s worth admiring.
Straight is our course. Though we suffer and die,
"For God and country" is out battle cry.
posted by Thomas Newton at 2:03 PM
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MY CHANGING YEARS
People don't speak as loud anymore
And I can't hear their knock at my door.
To see things, I find, that I must strain
And in most my joints, I now feel pain.
I battle my bulges every day
And worry more what the scales may say.
I know my body can't stay the same
I've too many years of work to blame.
My children's pictures on the wall
Help to remind me I've had a ball.
I thank the Lord for my patient wife
Who's put up with me most of her life.
Of all the pleasures that life may bring
It's still God's blessings that make me sing.
I shall not fret, may heaven forbid
Cause I can't look as good as I did.
YOUTH
Our youth comes once in a lifetime
And numerous are its schemes.
Book of beginnings without end
With its illusions and its dreams.
We always remember our youth
Never to return again.
We wish it could last forever
Like the sea, the earth and wind.
Our youth we live just once
While it's hot, able and bold.
There's plenty of time when it's gone
To be weak, cautious and cold.
I'M READY TO GO
My spirit is broken and my days are meaningless
Old age is upon me and I'm ready for the grave.
The color of my eyes has grown dim from sorrow
For all I have loved and was unable to save.
Where are those who once gladly shook their hands with mine
Or has time hidden their hearts from understanding?
Someone tell me, why so many choose to be evil
And why life is so painful and demanding.
I can't help but wish for the grave to be my new home
For my light of hope is beyond my mortal sight.
I'm ready to go and make my bed in the darkness
Resting peaceful, in the dust of the night.
Lord, all my purpose has been taken away
Because from those I love most, I live apart.
I'm one hundred years old but with your help I’ll fly
All the way to heaven back to the souls of my heart.
By Conservative Poet
Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web
HE WHO FANS THE COALS of HATE
An angry man opens his mouth
And shuts his mind to reason.
He who stays slow to anger
Is loved by more each season.
Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it's hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules hatred thrives
Then the world we love turns mean.
He who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain.
If some hot sparks scorch his face
His anguish is thus his pain.
Anger is a human madness
Which consumes the heart and mind.
He who rules his spirit with love
Shall be praised by all mankind.
CHARACTER
Some of us are as God planned
Though many are far worse.
Our characters are not of marble
So the devil may work his curse.
Fame is what we steal or take
Character is what we give.
To this truth we must awake
So we might begin to live.
There is some good in all of us
Which may not show at first.
With good character of heart and soul
We prepare ourselves for the worst.
Show me a liar and you have found a thief
Whose character is controlled by hell.
They love what's wrong and hate what's right
And they're lucky they're not all in jail.
CONSCIENCE
No ear nor tongue may ever tell
All the tortures of mankind.
No voice is so soft and clear
As the conscience of our mind.
It is our one true sanctuary
Where God alone makes the rules!
The guardian of our souls
Which keeps us from being fools.
Our conscience makes us righteous
It's a whisper of God in man.
For without it we're mere puppets
Who dance to the devil's hand.
THE JUST AND THE UNJUST
The just and the unjust shall clash as before
As both sides seek victory valor and more.
The tyrants of evil hate that which is good
Freedom, with justice, living life, as we should.
Where the oppressed suffer the heartless rule
Using murder, fear and torture as a tool.
With a twisted mind they cause others to die
Their souls are corrupted from living a lie.
At the end of their rain most are jailed or killed
The remains of their victims litter the field.
After death, they're judged through history by us all
Condemned for ignoring sweet liberty's call.
For as long as mankind has struggled on earth
Most seek a path, to show others their worth.
While the just feel compelled to defend what's right
The unjust ravage, plunder and kill with spite.
INTEGRITY
What Satan has planned for our harm
Integrity will transform to good.
Adhering to morals gives us peace
Teaching us to respond, as we should.
Sometimes we must go against the flow
Questioning what our shepherd’s may say.
For they are not God, only human
And for their integrity, we pray.
Though faith we can stay undiminished
Keeping ourselves entire and whole.
Avoiding human hate and mistrust
While struggling to preserve our soul.
With honor we obtain uprightness
And by love and compliance we gain grace.
Integrity gives us proper goals
Improving the standard of our race.
Those who laugh at the straight and narrow
Will not hear God's answer to their cry.
Those who yearn to earn their integrity
Must not steal, persecute or lie.
FAITH
So perfect is nature, though not by man
It's the brush of our Master that paints the land.
The sun comes up and sun goes down
As in every direction God's wonders are found.
The tide comes in and the tide goes out
Our faith in eternalness is what life is about.
Contentment depends on which path we walk
By daylight or darkness; our faith is our rock.
Our confidence and trust in a higher power
Helps guide us through every moment and hour.
Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law
Lets our Lord know we heed His call.
By Conservative Poet
Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web
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