Best Admonishes Poems
TIME TO RETURN
Lamentations 3:40 admonishes
"Let us examine our ways
And return to the Lord."
Therein lies the truth in God's Holy Word
America has allowed corruption to reign
It's time to stand up and become great again
The Name of Christ is seldom proclaimed
And when it is, it seems spoken in vain
People across America fail to see
The pardon Christ paid on the Mercy Tree
Now it is time for a wake up call
Otherwise America will soon take a fall
It will no longer be the land of the free
What will become of Lady Liberty
Will she be doomed to a watery grave
And America no longer be the home of the brave
It is a certainty seemingly to me
It's time for America to look up and see
The God Who created all that exists
Awaits our return to experience His Bliss
So, I say to America, climb out of the mire
Begin to deliver the lost from hell's fire
By telling the world there is no greater love
Than the love of God from Heaven above
Curtis Moorman
18 April 2019
Categories:
admonishes, christian, freedom, god,
Form:
Rhyme
As the moon and sun share the fabric of a fading song of ancient blues
a ceremony of torch light identity ensues
chieftains in regalia of royal feather headdresses and mantles of warrior mania
approach the flagstaff that Clark and I stand under with a procession
of musicians clad in the symbols of their souls
playing instruments that speak the language of their knowledge,
after being bedazzled by the brute majesty of the music and pomp
our men give gifts of tobacco carrots, knives, beads and small bells,
chiefs Wueche and Arcawechar tap both of my shoulders
with their ceremonial spears, a gesture of friendship and blessing
after which we toast to the fortune of patient eyes with a dram of whiskey,
my elocution of America's intentions and jurisdiction
is delivered with sincerity and alacrity just as an eagle protects it's range
and with the wit and instincts of a wolf Chief Wueche
agrees with the terms of allegiance but also admonishes us
not only of the pirates of the Plains,
but that supremacy is the child of wrath for the natives
especially for the dominant tribe of the Sioux Nation, the Teton,
he seems to somberly realize that his Yankton people
must either become a weapon of America's war machine, or be destroyed by it,
J.A.B.
Categories:
admonishes, america,
Form:
Epic
- Who She is. -
She is the statue of liberty
The lady of the harbour
A beacon and a pillar of light
She is burnt at the stake
She is woken by a kiss
Calling from afar
She says " I will fight naked on a horse if you would follow me"
She takes the kids to school with kids in hand her face is full
Even blindfolded she always knows the truth
Her laugh is like a split pomegranite
Often she admonishes me
I just go along stupidly
She taught us how to weave
She taught us how to believe
She shades us like the cedars of Lebanon
Her virtues just goes on and on
We are her children and her name is Freedom
Her heart is like a river, mysterious and deep
The last thought to leave my mind before I go to sleep
She is the matriarch
That takes us to the water
Where we can fill our trunks and we can splash our thanks
We blindly follow her and when we look again she is the vanguard in the rear
Categories:
admonishes, devotion, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Concealed behind a masochistic mask,
hidden hurts levy a terrible toll.
And to feel one fleeting moment of peace,
I must defile both my body and soul.
Cringing all alone, wiping away tears,
I exonerate the cold edge of steel.
And lingering on the fringes of fear,
guilt, admonishes me for how I feel.
Shards of insanity cut into flesh,
and my inhibitions begin to fade.
For anticipating instant relief,
my expectations empower the blade.
With a vague awareness of each heartbeat,
I watch as drops of crimson flee my veins.
And anxiety slows my throbbing pulse
as the blood starts to numb my greater pains.
A feeling of fragmentation follows
as I crawl into what's left of my heart.
And drowning my hurt in its scarlet pool,
I gather each piece as it falls apart.
Categories:
admonishes, abuse, anxiety, august, depression,
Form:
Quatrain
Lament Of A Fallen Peaceful Warrior
Dreamt as I hover amongst the distant stars I never existed
No hands or feet or words of regret discernibly heard or said
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Wisdom in absence fail to disallow peace to vanish in thin air
Frenzied voices roar aloud while impregnable walls shattered
In clandestine dungeons hidden tears accrued to gun powder
Explodes like thunder for promises of love eventually faltered
Most chauvinistic of senses heart of virtuousness admonishes
Bares distended egos of men claiming their cruelest conquest
Power and greed and envy amass even in gravity free spaces
Truly mesmerized by immoral desire to suffocate the weakest
Tried to escape bloody scenes of war which makes skin quiver
Restraining enduring wrath for revenge to punish the evil doer
Beneath burial ground where cold eroding bones in solitude be
Justice shifting dark to light these eyes are not destined to see
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Within this endless void I aimlessly probe for ultimate meaning
An impalpable force caresses this lost spirit crying for the living
Penned: 06/16/2022
8:44 p.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Rhapsody Of the Seas
Cruising the Mediterranean
Categories:
admonishes, conflict, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
(The Clock and The Reaper)
Time, the adamant adversary
of all that breathes
and all that can be personified
but meets perish
at the end of an arduous linger,
The crowns of eminent royalty,
the sweat of the blue collared,
and the blood of the encumbered poor,
are made equal, and remain
as docile as a sigh within a tornado,
by the unvarnished will of
destiny's most capricious assassin...
Thus all are abated by the face of a clock,
a man made object that mildly frightens
its creator, for it is not the apparition known
as Death, but rather the pretentious beacon
which deftly admonishes his existence, to all
who wish to prelude his inevitable convocation,
Yet none triumph in eluding the bullet of his
touch or the chill of his paralyzing presence,
for he is a being untainted by remiss
Together, the clock and the reaper,
are bound by nature, a mother who
bore them within the same breath,
and binds them without ramification,
for once one is piqued by a name,
the other is given purpose, thus the verve
of the artist, and the scientific mind become
nothing again, and the sanctimonious platitudes
of the churches, are silenced,
along with the indiscretions of the sinners,
Therefore, as time and death are capacious
beyond infinity, neither will rest until starved
by an impasse, thus the parable remains pertinent
to all, cherish each minor moment of life,
live with the dreams of adolescent imagination,
and love with a degree of unforgettable compassion,
which can never be made mortal, and by definition,
shall forever remain impervious to death's hand,
and always pass the test of time.
Categories:
admonishes, death, time
Form:
Free verse
Incandescence flows from the very core.
To say, a handful of innocent dust,
Transcending into giant stars that soar.
In a jiffy I’m captured in the gust.
Myriad of colours bring sky alive,
Wanton eyes defeat coward ears, to feast
Upon designs undrawn to time, that thrive
To awaken passion in dormant beasts;
Unraveled emotions set me aflame.
Intellect admonishes a presage.
Deaf to all voices who would dare to blame,
I’m set to welcome the divine message.
Placed 8 for contest 206 any form, any topic, max 12 lines - Brian Strand
Total number of syllables: 120
10 syllables per line – 12 lines.
Rhyme: abab cdcd efef
Categories:
admonishes, emotions, firework, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
On men* of high birth or station, the THIRUK-KURAL admonishes
[*on modern-day Kings, Emperors, Dictators and the like leading nations declining as powers through faults of their own ]
K963: perukkaththu veendum panithal siriya
surukkaththu veendum uyaavu
Bow down thy soul, with increase blest, in happy hour;
Lift up thy heart, when stript of all by fortune's power. (Transl. G.U.Pope)
In great prosperity humility is becoming; dignity, in great adversity. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)-
When life bestows upon you fortune, be humble;
when life by-passes you, maintain still your dignity.* (Transl. T. Wignesan)
[* boast not of your fertile "imagination" nor of your vaunted "original idea" for ideas are – as you know - dime a dozen, Mr. President, for most even at that rate can get to be richer than you if they were not blocked by the likes of you]-
K964: thalaiyin ilinththa mayir anaiyaa maanthar
nilaiyin ilinththak kadai
Like hairs from off the head that fall to earth,
When fall'n from high estate are men of noble birth. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
They who have fallen from their (high) position are like the hair which has fallen from the head. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
Just as strands from the scalp wilt, so do those from exalted positions fall to the lowliest depths. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
K969: mayirniippin vaalaak kavarimaa annaar
uyirniippar maanam varin
Like the wild ox that, of its tuft bereft, will pine away,
Are those who, of their honour shorn, will quit the light of day. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Those who give up (their) life when (their) honour is at stake are like the yark [sic] which kills itself at the loss of (even one of) its hairs. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
Much as the kavarimaan* would lay its life down for good should one strand of its hair be shed, so should the high-minded whose honour is called into question. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
[* kavarimaan: a mythic animal in literature]
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
admonishes, america, birth, character, future,
Form:
Epigram
Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona,
Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona!
With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pretense!
Clad in his ten-dollar Goodwill suit, he exudes tawdry opulence!
What better way at the end of a sumptuous repast,
And after the snifters of brandy have been passed,
Than to light up an aromatic Presidente' with the fellows,
All puffing to keep the fire lit as a farrier does with his bellows!
The king on his throne and the bum in his shack enjoy equal pleasure,
Each puffing his favorite stogie, blissful beyond all measure!
I'm told that even some ladies enjoy a puff now and then.
I tip my fedora to them for they are braver than some men!
The aroma of my Panetella clings to everything in the house,
And that doesn't foster good relations with my loving spouse!
She admonishes me about that constantly as she stifles a choke,
And it aggravates her to see good money going up in smoke!
For decades I have enjoyed the pleasure of a fine cigar.
Never mind that doc says my lungs are filled with tar!
He's written an apt epitaph when my existence becomes moot:
"Here smolders this old galoot! He's puffed his final Cheroot!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
admonishes, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
After the little storm last night
The birds' song seems chipper
As the sun changes cobalt clouds
To rose, roosters' songs quicker
As porch ceiling fan hums steadily
And poet struggles out
Words, the muse is stifled trapped within
Unwanted emotions 'bout
The audience reads penned thoughts
At least some days they do
Maybe they just glance, write a note
As they pass swiftly through
Do they ever think, maybe ponder?
Over each small word penned
Or is it a means to an end
Somehow a gold star pinned
At least it is not outright rudeness
Each poet acknowledges
The verse in unique and kind ways
Not his wife admonishes
When a few words she tries to say
Will the wrong be righted
Can forgiveness take ahold
And love again ignited
This is not about soupers not commenting. My work is always commented on in unique and encouraging comments. Thanks soupers.
Categories:
admonishes, life,
Form:
Rhyme
with bold eyes sky sparks
angry light admonishes
clouds' tear hisses quick
Categories:
admonishes, environment, funny,
Form:
Haiku
As blue skies fade out of view,
mortal eyes look up to see
a glimpse of divinity.
Cerise tints the horizon;
as ribbons of crimson light
adorn the fringes of night.
And as clear crystals of ice
color cottony clouds pink;
a scarlet sun starts to sink.
An ebony umbrella
morphs into a veil of stars;
high above Venus and Mars.
And in the still of twilight;
silence admonishes sound,
as the day slowly shuts down.
Categories:
admonishes, beauty, imagery, nature, night,
Form:
Rhyme
like a hinge of an old door
rusty and lacking of midnight oil
I am left speechless
unable to decipher the writing on the wall
it wails accuses belittles
mocks groans teases and admonishes
from cracks unable to hold its grout
where a couple of stones
have become loose
it is not an easy patch up work
bricks crumble under
a pick axe blunt and far too short
to keep longing at bay
but I wonder whether
there is a secret treasure
a message
pot of gold
old newspaper
an old marble lost
hidden behind my partition
with the world myself
and the past present delusion
that everything must be okay
a church bell distracts from agony
the cemetery must be a cold place
some graves are overgrown by moss
others too immaculate
not to scream out in numb pain
I can’t stop sad music playing in my head
too many voices opinions and judgement
a discomforting concert of sorrow
and a gramophone record hurt
by a needle unable to move forward
the clock strikes again and once more
endless reverberations of throbbing exertion
vibrations of torment and misunderstandings
and yet I can do this and my last thought
before overdue slumber
is that there is energy in the Universe
and sometimes it passes through me
that is when the silent scream
becomes a loud whisper
and shrieks become music
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Categories:
admonishes, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
The Distance Between
Far to the east, pale moonlight
Admonishes thoughts yet to be born
To the west, where yesterday is spry
The lighthouse awaits
Her flare quenched by Nature’s cry
Hag-ridden planks of an ancient pier
Weathered and grayer than what lies on top
Scarred scent-laden green
Sway with the rhythm of the briny sea
Revealed in the distance between
Where copper coins and hooks silver cored
Fall to a forever resting place
Held by the sea’s lonesome loam
A pauper’s treasure
Buried by sea foam
Will memories of you once beset
Slip through the distance between
I ponder, salty pearls rimming my eyes
Shall Neptune’s realm hold the sweet bitterness
of what I long to forget
My misery is disrupted by a bird come about
Alabaster body
And ebony eyes
As though sensing my thoughts,
The lowly bird casts me a look of doubt
Ignoring the faithless fowl
I turn my eyes to the
Distance Between
God’s light consumed by the sea’s depth
I peer into the emerald green
Memories like golden cobble shine
I inhale the dark sea’s pungent breath
Through ragged cracks greater than
The distance between life and death
Categories:
admonishes, death, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
The Sovereign Creator is pleased with helpful modern inventions
Making mankind benefit from telecommunications so well
But for sure, He feels bad when in their vexing malfunctions
Email users in their exasperation feel their brain-nerves swell!
The Perfect Designer commends responsible computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet He admonishes those geniuses to be accountable in giving alerts
Warning people about internet-driven virus!
Thus, I seek God for His wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
Likewise, I avoid being deceitfully puzzled
By varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
Thru global “get-rich-quick” transactions for netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I do trust* God to prevail over “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking inhumane gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
Hence, I rely in God with faith Who knows what’s best
For my communication partnerships despite websites' criticism-attacks…
To the Lord do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*Psalm 118:8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.
April 16, 2019
Edited on June 15, 2020
Categories:
admonishes, character, christian, computer, courage,
Form:
Quatrain