your rimes are beautuiful. but youretres are too long. why dont you restrict your sel to iambic pentametre or to iambic tetrametre. you poem is good any way. but follow my sugestions
All men are cut in God’s image,
The handsome made with bright visage;
The ugly cut with stomach round
Of stomach bulge with weight and pound;
God’s format guides the hand of fate
That creates some noses cruel like baits.
Divine in law like peeping stars,
Some faces fill our souls with scars.
God’s creatures fill the earth with songs,
Some finely cut, some mad as gongs.
We sought for face that would not bore,
But found cruel teeth that tear with gore.
A pretty face is joy to see,
But scissors’ legs can sting like bee.
God’s lore is found in men of grace,
Protruding teeth do spoil the space.
The pastor preaches words of hope,
To paint God’s word in grandiose scope:
“All we are made in image bright,
To touch the earth with supreme light;
To make fair flowers laugh long with joy
And make low ones to think like Roy.
Spread now your wings illume the earth,
And spread your heat from fervent hearths’.
“Dear Sir, you fail to preach the truth,
How dare you speak without some ruth.
Look at yond James with poor Chimp’s smile,
With bulging eyes in fearful style
With stomach-load like Pele’s ball,
Who walks and frets as if to fall;
With scattered teeth like lightning grass,
All poorly placed like dreary stars.
Why say you such a lowly thing ,
That one who walks his legs to fling,
Is made in awe in God’s image
And ushers still His bright visage?
“Don’t vex my friend I speak the fact,
God does his work in proper act.
The bulging stomach do not count,
God sees each one as king or count.
Vex not my son I speak true words,
They’re rare and sweet as Indian curds.
All men are finely made by God,
Apart from ugly teen and sod.
Men look for faults and see saw teeth
That pierce their soul and make them wreathe.
Men see the bulging stomach bare,
And shut their eyes their souls to spare.
God’s image fills the world of sense
You, look with care and Christ-like sense ,
Don’t look for legs that cross like X
Or bulging eyes that make you vex.
Don’t look for noses cruel like hooks,
That make men seem like common crooks.
Seek you the beauty hid in men
And seek for it with divine ken.
augustine oghanrandukun
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