Admonishment Poems | Examples

Forgiveness

Forgiveness ...



usually has no beginning
and an end that is equally so,

where self admonishment
resonate from errs
hollow search for resolve,

when blameworthy
takes center stage
and the fault claims clueless 
to absent wisdom,

tethering furtherance
of the unresolved,

as more clouds
obscure the wholeness
of the picture,

that only the passage of time
enjoys the moments of its waste,

and all the while
at the far end
of a darkening hole,

the edging of a tunnel
stands a true friend
who has a name ...



 ... waiting.

Intermediate Awakenings

hands folded
heart prayerful
we request lives we touch
be made more beautiful 

to our astonishment
we hear a voice benign
telepathic and unmistakable 
‘no one is yours, all are mine’

we did not give up easily
‘oh lord, please intervene’
the answer is succinct 
‘be still, that truth be seen’

the admonishment continued 
‘who you are, in silence recall
if you pray for betterment
then pray for one and all’

relinquishing attachment
renouncing every fear
I stood silent in my emptiness 
waiting for God to appear

Resting In His Spirit

The one thing that has stayed present all year long...
Is the idea in my head that He has given me my song...
To give praise and admonishment where ever I go...
I will rest in His spirit of that I surely know...
For He is the peace in the good and the bad...
And my comforter in the happy and sad...
I pray that in this up and coming year...
You each find His promises offered down here...
And that is His arms open wide waiting to give a show of love...
As well as a heart that reaches down from Heaven above...
Giving hope in the miracles He does create...
To convince us to rest in His spirit fully while our souls He does await.

Coming of Age

Is it true Said the child to it's Father,
That we all have to be very good,
And We don't have a choice if we'd rather,
Be naughty and play in the mud.

The father was pensive and thoughtful,
And pondered this question some time,
“If you want to be naughty then do it my child,”
I still will upbraid you, but it will only be mild.

You have a will of your own, and you must be free,
To find your own path, without, advice from me.
I always will be here, you can on that, depend,
And your independent rights, I strongly, will defend.

The child looked up, and shaking her head, 
That is not good guidance, father, she said.
I need to know the wrong, from the right,
The difference is all, be it, ever so slight.

You sought my advice, and that I have given,
your words show, down what path you are driven,
I cannot do better than, where you are now,
Your admonishment proves you already know how!

The Mind-Admonishment

A fountain where devious thought flow
A spring where goodness grow
Right or wrong it doesn't choose 
whatever conceived it will use

In it esteem is lost
Within it ego is just
The I am not good enough and unwanted
I can do better,am worth it are chanted

Inside the Mind is a hidden Cave of rapid
Where even the soul of the intrepid
In adversity creeps in to stay
Retreating deep within and carried away

The gallant may have fought fear,failed and fallen
The mind cares not how brave,bold and brazen
Rock bottom,struggling on the ground
Head reeling,bottom aground

Why wait for a helping hand 
A good-for-naught you will be brand
The mind knows no kind word
It tramples,it snares as a mighty Lord

Self-pity an enemy to the downtrodden
Believe me hope lightens the burden
Let not the Mind win
Pull yourself together and again,begin.

Emptiness

I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment

The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness

Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to intercept steps

At the dawn of abundance
I see only
bones of ghosts 
Whose meager admonishment
I forgot to unlearn

Unredeemed
And unrepentant
I am in love
With loneliness.

9/20/19

Unite To Peacefully Overthrow Trump Administration Part Ii

oft times brutal not so short, 
but nasty acknowledgement, 
(this anonymous, conscientious, efficacious...
frivolous gent writhes at bloody history), 
yet mindful premeditated how to be worthy, 
and now feels forced to be acquiescent

(as well other citizens might) calling 
(er...actually writing), an August 
aegis body vowing to be adherent 
to codas, doctrine, ethos...adjacent
with government sanctioned destruction, 
and indefinite adjournment

of peaceful coexistence with native peoples, 
who never accepted unfair (raw deal) adjustment
(most often forced with violence) preceded, 
and/or followed by admonishment
of aggressive, corrosive, deceptive...
indiscriminate butchering and adolescent 

women and children, 
an irrevocable Janus-faced advancement 
fate awaiting all aboriginal tribes 
fueled by advertisement frequently with bounty
fast forward to present age of affluent
price tag to lobby and or represent

deliberate gerrymandered voting districts, 
where trumped up agent orange 
iz new black aggrandizement
finds Donny Brooks saturing the media
with proclamation defamation of this very day 
stigmatizing valuable news as so subtly "FAKE"!

Return of the Heron

I watched as she dropped down
 that full six-foot wingspan graced the air around
that slipped in quiet, somehow silenced in the cold gray steel
 and suddenly again, she was here, looking for another meal.

The great blue neck stretched up while below her leggy feet
 slowly stepped as she walked toward the pond indiscrete.

Her visit came too often
 and my heart could no longer be softened
for her hunger and her need
 had well depleted most of my fish and their seed.

Still, she stepped methodic around the edge
 eyeing close the waters for some movement along the ledge
slowly I rose as she stepped closer in to look some more
 but with caution, she scanned my figure in the door.

Reluctant and defiant she stood  beneath the net
 as I yelled admonishment at her brazen gaze met
she was defiant and stood her ground
 until thru the door raced my little doxie hound.

Then with an elongated step, she flew away
 leave it to my dog to save the day.

If Heaven Has a Garden

Footprints through his garden.
My uncle and I once played tag
amongst his greenery;
With muddied shoes
 and fear getting
the best of me
Surprisingly,
 I had shaken  my head yes 
when he asked,
 "Were those my footprints" 
tracking through his greenery?
My uncle took the brunt of punishment
I carried on with only admonishment.
I think that was the first time
 I was given a warning 
and ran with it. 
Throughout my life, 
I have tried to retrace
a path he had set.
Footprints so large
it inspired generations to stand tall
 This walk you see us fulfilling
is our attempt to be more like him,
 The constant gardener. 
His muddied shoes left a trail
for us to follow.
From Hazlehurst, Ga 
to Akron, Oh, 
Egypt and Israel, 
from now till then 
and onto clouds on high
 I wonder if God is asking 
"Who's footprints are these
tracing through My greenery?"
We can all smile
because we know 
It is him. It's him.

Raising the Dead

RAISING THE DEAD...

Going viral in whatsapp circle is the following...

*ELDERS JOKE*.
*****************
*Grandma & grandpa were watching healing service on TV. Pastor told all who wanted to be healed to put one hand on the TV and the other hand on the body part that wanted healing*. 
*Grandma slowly put one hand on the TV and the other on her arthritic shoulder. Grandpa too got up, put one hand on the TV and the other on  his private part. Grandma looked @ him and says... "Dear I guess you just don't get it, do you? The purpose is to heal the sick, NOT to raise the  dead"!!* 
Lol ??????

Hohoho....
Grandma has long suffered so many disappointments....
That she could be so scathing in her admonishment... 
Grandpa the hopeful could do with a bit of more encouragement...
And a little more faith which can move mountains and maybe even raise the dead...

Hohoho...

Second Conditional

Grammar Series
SECOND CONDITIONAL

If I were a gambling man as my sin;
(I confess an occasional flutter)
Then if I had an acceptable win,
 I would buy myself some new schmutter *

Note: it would make my verse more refined
If instead of "if I..." I wrote "we're I" and "had I"
Then perhaps The Immortal Bard would not mind
And Jane Austin would give me the glad eye

While I may forgive modern language’s slur
Wanting that which is sadly defunct, if 
We avoid "if I was", rather say: "if I were" 
Mindful that we are using subjunctive

Now the First Conditional suits admonishment
By uncles from Amsterdam, Delft or Utrecht **
While the Third is rueful and penitent
For sins of commission or those of neglect

But the Second tops my panoply
And it always has me beguiled
Inspiring creativity, phantasy
And imagination run wild

E.G.

Had I the combined wit of Wodehouse, and Wilde
I would put my pen to write such a tale
That would make the face of God crack a smile
And the heavens to burst in a giggling gale

Coming of Age

Is it true Said the child to it's Father,
That we all have to be very good,
And We don't have a choice if we'd rather,
Be naughty and play in the mud.

The father was pensive and thoughtful,
And pondered this question some time,
“If you want to be naughty then do it my child,”
I still will upbraid you, but it will only be mild.

You have a will of your own, and you must be free,
To find your own path,  without, advice from me.
I  always will be here, you can on that, depend,
And your independent rights, I strongly, will defend.

The child looked up, and shaking her head, 
That is not good guidance, father,she said.
I need to know the wrong, from the right,
The difference is all, be it,ever so slight.

You sought my advice, and that I have given,
your words show, down what path you are driven,
I cannot do better than, where you are now,
Your admonishment proves you already know how!

Pool-Entree

Sweet frangrance of savador
Savor preciously before the door
Wind that transform humanity
Above their cackling insanity
Pool-entree through the poetry
Entranched perfectly to enrich luxury
Not in empheral form but forever
In equilibrium between life and nature
He stands tall like the sun to nurture
He brings future time today and stay
Spreading his wings in admonishment like ray
Poetry lives after his creator
Like a little child, he glows and shines
Beholding perfection on earth above the stars
Pool-entree to poetry, art of life
One who lives after the creator has gone out of life.

Quack

A tuning is often a turning. But attunement takes longer than eighty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds. Landing a duck sponge is fantastic fun in a boat yard. It is very very helpful to assist both boats and feathered ones. Surely the plan is to assist all? When passing a willow at junction eighteen be aware that a slug can move quickly as per instructions from yacht based personnal. And a tweed hat is supposed to be put in a large jar of mustard to eradicate the stench of self absorbed monetary values. So spoke the wild wilderness. With paws pass over the fauna. In a midnight glow a lake could deliver many secrets. If drained could release some dollars. Will not a bee buzz past then? Adhere not to falsities of the mystic pies. For they are dust bombs in a carcass ridden land. Jeopardise not a tail of a forteen foot serpent. And give a wave to a cave when riding in a cable car. Clam came close causing chaotic chasms. And the pink whale with bulging eyes chatting with ten kilos of paperwork. Pinprick that then with a pineapple. Great. X admonishment Z

The Gem In I

Admonishment of Proverbs 27:17
Brings birth to understanding
          that
Faith sharpens faith
To unfurl portraits of hope
Trust reveals truth

Acknowledging Matthew 24:44
Calls for consumption
         but
Just as fruit ripens
Footprints etch the clay as proof
To follow his lead.

So I begin to brood through Luke 16:9
        while
The unrighteousness 
Touches the believable
Relying on doubt

But I am taught by 1 Corinthians 13
         that
An exquisite glow
Primary to inception
Pleads constant release...

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