RELIGION IT'S NOT YOU

 Hey eight-letter word religion 

Who has it's own rebellion 

You say you have abundant forms 

With some contrary norms 

Well, you seem to have a wide range 

Due to which for other forms you look strange 

This strangeness has now turn into a dispute

In order to make the other mute 

They formed you for peace

Would their rivalry ever cease 

With your name they do 

But I know it's not you 

You're virtuous and not evil 

It's us who've made you a poisonous cereal 

GENDER OF JOUSTING

Wind kissing silver balls leaving them dancing

Fest's here! Perhaps a new beginning? 

Flowers and men, ain't what I'm thinking 

For I dream if I would ever learn jousting 

All folks there, shouting for their parties, 

Lances meet kissing blood out of their bodies 

Less pain more fun, paying blood for victory

Would love to joust, can't think on the contrary 

As a rendezvous there for an ardent ambition, 

Wish it didn't have a gender for vexation.