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  ATMOSPHERE A serious and thought-provoking atmosphere filled with moral contradiction, hypocrisy, disappointment, and hidden truth. The poem creates a tense emotional environment where words and actions stand in conflict. THE UNQUALIFIED ADVISOR If only married men were advised  And had stuck to the advice  The way they would wish the youth to,  Then Christendom would be full of Monogamists But it's a pity  That he who pleases the eye  Is more of Don Juan  Than we had ever imagined. Sometimes I look at my adviser  And then I read the mind of the blind.  The blind knows he need advice than I (a Single) do  What a confused soul! Let him who is far from truth take advice,  And he who is close examines himself.  One could be a prey at times,  Everyone knows you can't give what you lack. “Everyone knows you can't give what you lack.” AUTHOR’S NOTE The Unqualified Advisor was inspired by the growing culture of hypocrisy in soc...

ATMOSPHERE   A reflective and philosophical atmosphere filled with emotional truths, relationship realities, social expectations, family values, and human behavior. The poem navigates a range of emotions, from caution and humor to advice and hard truths about marriage, friendship, and family life. THE BIG "F"                     See her the way the world does,                      And she will grow old at the right time.  But see her in another dimension  And she will be growing till you both die at 70.                     Let your eyes behold all women,                      And you will never marry.  But let her alone be your flamingo  And her color will be unique.                     A man shall leave his...

  ATMOSPHERE A reflective and philosophical atmosphere filled with beauty, pride, comparison, and emotional awakening. The poem gradually shifts from admiration to correction, exposing human arrogance and reminding readers of the equality hidden beneath appearance. THE CRITICISM This world is a savannah  That gives life to only the daffodil.  Wales loves her, and guys cherish her.  They admire the blooming petals  which pops out of her natural attire.  God did adorn her  with worth of sparkling shore pebbles  which diamonize the Pacific shore. This world is a stream  That gives joy to only the lily.  How joyful she is to duel in the land  where nature nurtures just one creature.  She smiles all day long.  Everything is sufficient unto her- the water, the sunlight.  She uses them at will. This world is a rural backyard.  The only plant grown is a vegetable A high-yielding pepper plant.  Every leftover residue...

THE BEAST IN PRIESTS The priest Is a beast He tears every woman apart. He will never give But he will always take from the poor. He purchase But will never pay for it. He begs more than a beggar, He preaches against being a sluggard But he will never work. I am a priest Who suffers the people to do what I preach And not what I do Because I pick where I never kept. For miracle's sake, humans have been buried alive. For the sake of fame I have walked naked in the night. And for riches, I have been disconnected I have lost a washer and a bolt Which binds my senses together. Woe unto me for I am a man after my belly. “Woe unto me for I am a man after my belly.” AUTHOR’S NOTE This poem is inspired by critical observations of religious leadership and moral contradictions within spiritual systems. It reflects on how some individuals who occupy sacred positions fail to align their actions with the principles they preach. The poem is not an attack on faith itself but a questioning of hypocr...