Best Admonishment Poems
Along the baseboard in a small kitchen
there is a tiny hole, the perfect size to go
unnoticed, perfect for a secret hideaway.
Little twin girls imprisoned at the table
not allowed to leave unless those cold
olive green peas are completely gone!
Canned peas, that had a bit of the flavor
of the tin can infused into them, pushed
around the plate in a marble shoot.
When is she going to leave the kitchen,
quit watching, stop repeating, "eat every one!"
Salty tears dropping on the plate, incapable
of adding any flavor as an hour passes and
little heads are laying on the table beside
the plate with those cursed tiny vegetables
staring back with their small green eyes.
She has to take a trip to the toilet, this must
be timed just right...half the peas leave the plates
and are scooted into the tiny hole in the wall.
She returns, unaware of the subterfuge.
Admonishment causes more tears and little
voices pleading, "they're almost gone". "Not good
enough, finish them or you stay here all night!"
A guardian angel makes the phone ring and she
leaves to answer it. Two little girl's plates quickly
converge upon the tiny hole that gobbles up the
last of those dreaded cold green peas.
She returns and the ordeal is finally over, with
her none the wiser, until a few weeks pass and
she keeps trying to find the smelly odor coming
from the kitchen. She follows her nose to the
secret hideaway exposing the rotted peas.
Infuriation welds up within and then out comes
the razor strap and a painful dance ensues.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Categories:
admonishment, children, feelings, hurt, pain,
Form:
Epic
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
Categories:
admonishment, depression, loneliness, longing, lost,
Form:
Free verse
I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night
What shall I do, cast far away my pen
Should wizen Cheshire cat stop its grin
Mighty Amazon stop its massive flow
I paint my Christmas scene devoid of snow
Nay, surrender poets must never do
Snap out of it, sling a new verse or two!
I once a grieving teen, found hope to write
After the shadow of death took a bite
And father went beyond the purple veil
Life fell into abyss, maddening hell
Years flowed past, a zombie I became
Fight the world, slay it was my morbid game!
Just before Christmas, our daughter was born
I saw life, love , hope- left behind my scorn
An angel, with blonde hair and sweet blue eyes
Gift divinely sent from heavenly skies
That very night, my pen spoke words to me
A treasure was given, now you are free!
Renewed the bond and joy again found
Oath to live, a poet honored bound
Given was again dearest saving light
I looked to Heaven that Christmas night
Nay, surrender poets must never do
Snap out of it, sling a new verse or two!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2021
Rhyme, ( Based On A Life As Has Been Lived )
Dedicated to my beloved daughter
KaShaundra
Note:
These last few days, a gloom had came
I waded darkness, forgetting my name
In misery, I drank for sorrow's well
Was this world still here, I could not tell
I woke at dawn and saw a shred of light
Heard a stern voice say, rise thee up to fight
Give life a chance, are you not yet alive
Grab a pen and into poetry dive
Christmas is near, just a few days away
With that admonishment, I knelt to pray.
Categories:
admonishment, christmas, devotion, faith, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
can't even fart anymore
without kicking up a hurricane
halfway around the Earth
according to reports this has occurred
at a great loss of life and mind
within minutes of the methane
the dominoes began to rumble
and poor Flash who was
merely greeting the morning sun
became history's first flatomaniac
Flash was burly with hair
up and down his back like
a mink in a 5th Avenue perfumery
his girl Florence was in cartoons
playing the hope card
in a séance with the laboring masses
at the Union of Opposites hiring hall
I was giving the citizens
an anatomy lesson your Honor
I should be given a stipend
for public elucidation
Flo was the key if not only witness
thought she saw the god Apollo
leaping out of a moving taxi
the effect was so dramatic
that she had to leap too
and hasn't stopped since
her testimony was a monstrosity of detail
in conclusion my rebuttal established
several seemingly salient selections
I am a dissector by trade your Worship
and a taxpaying asset to any community
Flash was sentenced with stern admonishment
you will henceforth exercise your libido
within the confines of spherical propriety
to which Flash assented
without the slightest ********
er objection
and somehow strangely unafraid
the Flasher of Costa del Mar
disappeared one night
sucked into the belly of an alien craft
over the cattle lip badlands of Montana
they commenced their hideous experiments
as Flash mused without anesthesia
on the incalculable immensity
of the starry Universe
and watched a mobile home run amok
across 9 lanes of traffic
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
admonishment, how i feel, universe,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
admonishment, language,
Form:
Rhyme
Storms of adversity become obedient, easy as aptitudes master the dance.
Oh the power of mastered life prance of many young dance manifests in
the stance of the perfected dance. As aptitudes project, therefore, include
in isolated romance "in basics of ethics forget not the lifting up of the pure
stone."
Therefore, let not poet's poetry distinguished extinguish nor bring us grief
but blessed relief, in mastery of the storm for consideration is no leader of
youth storm. Forget not that, in the power of the storm, lies the hidden-power
of the Spirit of the romancing of the stone enhancing the body that protects
the role of the sacred ethical dance.
Word meant to be though resolved only of Legendary are the result of mouth
from various issues of the tongue; one shall eat of life or death. Bequeath for
the purpose of admonishment of the word that as of virtue even White Throne be astonished of adherence of bloom resulting from the romancing of the stone.
Categories:
admonishment, love, life, power,
Form:
Free verse
When people say don’t use the F word, do they have any idea how formidable fellowship, flux, foxy, finite, and figure-head are freely and fervently formed?
The F word?
What F word?
This crazy admonishment has led me to
This F word poem.
A fantastical fabricated tale, formulated and foretold by
four flirtatious faeries who frankly, felt fractionalized, forever far-fetched, finely falsified, and furiously fantasized by formerly frozen phenoms.
You will find words like fervent, frilly, formidable, feathery, figurehead, and flicker, in this finery.
You will forget fizzles, falls, fits, feeling fervently and frivolously focused.
Foundationally, this formidable fleeting fable of a quadrant of feisty feminine femme fatales
Is fraught with falsehoods, fictions.
My assistant, Franchesa, who was one of these frivolous faeries, is in a frantic frenzy toward focusing her feminine fancies on a phenomenally fragile finish,
What? I have not even added my favorite f words yet.... Fun-filled, flesh-eating, form-fitting
freckled, frozen, fast track, fair-weathered forget-me-knots to name a few.
We are at the fidgety part of the flowery forest of fantasy now.
I appreciate your faithfulness in falling for my ferociously friendly, flowery, f-trap.
I find it funny that family, fellowship, famously, fleshy, formula, and feckless begin with the same F as fanciful, Felix, fanny and the word that shall not be named.
Formidable words forever feel forgiven in the forefront of the fanfare of the forest.
Philosophically, what about the furious finish, fortuitously finalized by my former free mason, Fritz?
Forgone conclusion, friends, the finale was fortuitously inspired, of course, by my favorite letter, F.
Categories:
admonishment, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Memorable - "I remember the time when...." (Aah!...the good old days!)
Puzzled - "What time is it?" (Time for a watch!)
Philosophical - "Time is of the essence!" (You can smell time???)
Exaggerated - "If I told you once, I told you a million times!" (A million??...REALLY)
Request - "May I have more time?" (Yeah, get it out of the bucket!)
Panic - "I NEED MORE TIME!!!" (Sorry, fresh out of time!)
Procrastination - "I'll do it the next time!" (Um....Maybe!)
Encouragement - "You'll do better the next time!" (Be ready!)
Threatening - "You just wait 'til the next time!" (Uh-Oh!")
Wishful - "When I get some more time!" (It's in the mail!)
Pondering - "How much time do I have?" (Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock!)
Questioning - "When was the last time?" (Cmon, think hard now!)
Acceptance - "Time waits for no one!" (Missed that bus again!)
WHAT????? - "Time and time again!" (When was the first time???)
Admonishment - "Don't waste my time!" (The bucket's almost empty!)
Ceasing - "Time out!!!" (Whoa...stop right there!)
Foolish - "Turn back the hands of time!" (Good luck on that one!!!)
Regret - "Time is what I don't have!" (Buddy, can you spare a time?)
Boasting - "Yeah....I've got the time!" (My loan rate is 100% interest!)
???????? - "Where did the time go???" (I know it's around here somewhere!)
Advice - "Be on time!" (Don't be late again!)
Wanting - "Give me some more time!" (Gimme!...Gimme!...Gimme!)
Truth - "There is no more time!" (Come back tomorrow...if there's time!)
Reality - "I'm running out of time!" (Then pick up the pace!)
Upset - "Do you know what time it is???" (You must be crazy! Look at the time!!!)
Pleading - "Do you have any time???" (Buddy, can you spare another time?)
Realization - "I need to make the time!" (Now where did I put that recipe???)
Befuddled - "I lost track of the time!" (Where, oh where has my little time gone??)
It escaped - "Time got away from me!" (Time to get a leash!)
Falsehood - "You can make up the time!" (Counterfeit time???)
Biblical - "....and a time to every purpose under heaven:) (Don't forget this one!)
The Best One - "You have ALL the time in the world!" (BEWARE of that one!!!)
Categories:
admonishment, humor, life, sometimes, time,
Form:
Free verse
A Poem For The Erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot I can tell you, but I'll make it laconic
Words to astound/it works like a tonic
But, it all isn't good, I'm sure you'll agree
I robbed to support crack, went on a spree
Nonetheless, I must tell you about erstwhile things
About Cause and "Affect" and what it all brings
It started with punishment and led to abuse
Stomped, punched, and kicked like a piece of refuse
That was at home, a total nightmare
Told my story to many, few seemed to care
Yet, at school it was different, oui, au contraire
There were many happy times, but, in all they were rare
Still, to escape from my father, a partial reprieve
An escape so traumatic, you can hardly conceive
Fascinated by study, entwined in my thought
Trying to achieve, Knowledge I sought...
Then came junior high school, another hill to climb
Still, being abused....now etched deep in my mind
Then came the reefer, then came the coke
Life became heavy/like being grasped with a choke
Playing hooky from school to hang on "The Deuce"
Leaving sadness behind/youth on the loose
Coming home at all hours, high on the drugs
Fending off admonishment/not verbally/with shrugs
Now, we come to part of my Crack addiction
On a mission to " Scotty"/incarceration/great friction
On a mission nuff years, retaining intelligent potential
Well, I couldn't lose everything, the mind is essential
But, through all this in prison, you can't know my chagrin
For nothing egregious/no unredeemable sin
But, remember I told you about Cause and Affect?
Recalled in my poem, I helped you reflect
Being abused was profound, a real heartache
There were many times I thought, my life I would take
But, instead I turned to crack/searching in vain
I know to crack you say/how gravely inane
Yet, there's a moral to this story/my life in review
I was abused and kicked crack....and you can kick too
Categories:
admonishment, abuse, addiction, angst, childhood,
Form:
Couplet
Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip drip drip from a nozzle. Squirt then. Nozzles are not noses and noses are not neon. But bringing a interdimensional b track record is now considered to be as slack as wearing dungarees in a cottage garden or a farm. Wow such rich aroma and oversized overspill of oversight. From a wide lusty frame. Whose discussions with a female mongoose will go unnoticed once the turmoil begins. Cover oneself with fifty six sheets, a record collection, five billion cassettes and consider life as a plant. Conversation cleverly choosing charismatic charming chequered chins chasing chests. And a dodo on a mountaineering expedition with two hundred tyrannosaurus rex, eighty-three teradactals and a half pint of lemonade in a nice clean jug. To wash with not drink. What on earth did you think. The amazement of some is often to the admonishment of another and the cruel multiplatonic indifference is what the name of the takeaway should be called. To be ingested in front of the ray machine. Hypnotic baby soothers. In mass. In amps. En masse. But not en suite. For that is merely utilised for the jam production in many hue and flavour. How very clever thought the passing bluebird. Halfway to town and twenty seeds left. Then right. Fortification of flames on a canal trip taking turns steering. Good. And fashion no necklace into a giant statue of an old hero. Hearing a moon beam then? Good. For at that elevation you should hear even the most daintiest cry from a single blade of field. Dare to dance with that then? Yes? Great. Fantastically freeformed frame fishes. And the hallways smile in castles worldwide. Grab then a hat,a coat, some gloves and build a symmetrical snowman with a crane. Hahahaha beetle borrowing books hahahaha laughing leering lecherous lurking leeches. Xxxxx hyperbolic z this is the midday bulletin from the p y q reporting live from the headquarters at 89.0 whisking. X
Categories:
admonishment, beauty,
Form:
About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...
One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched
rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent
Lot affecting chronological abridgement
forthrightly, immediately, and
magically decreeing making
with flourish of inkhorn - prestidigitation
"poof" quite few months absent
necessitating rejiggering
displaced vanished days forcing
latter time keeping paradigm absorbent,
asper sands of time no matter such
figurative tectonic shift population
aghast at August accomplishment
and probably did March in protest,
cuz entire season,
sans couture accouterment
suddenly rendered obsolete and unfashionable
manually crafted, swiftly tailored, and
harry styled clothes no mean achievement,
and uninformed folks got hashtagged
kindled, and named plenti admonishment
visited on their person such as
bumsteads, dolts, fools, et cetera
howling guffaws when derriere adornment
slapped with "kick me steady bum,"
or stuck with tail like appurtenances
eventually this "FAKE" – advancement
ha ha April fools historical joke
became embedded tradition inn advertent
lee established meshugas, where Jews
and especially gentiles went meshugoyim
generating cottage (cheesy) gum mint industry,
and brisk business for nascent advertisement
industry, (albeit handily horse drawn
attention grabbing kiln fired tablets)
mainly for (Philly buzzfeed string) affluent,
who secured lifelong gentlemen's agreement
with artisan, and of apprenticed trumpeting sons
(after tithe thing allotment) earnings
portion squirrelled away for rainy
May Day festivities ambient
brouhaha babushka's celebrating divine comedy
21st century poet tindered mild amusement
regarding this "FAKE" flight of fancy!
Categories:
admonishment, april, art, celebration, day,
Form:
Narrative
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.
Categories:
admonishment, garden, grandfather, heaven,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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.
Categories:
admonishment, art,
Form:
Ghazal
Are there spires of salvation
tearing through your sin
anchors of admonishment
splintering hypocrisy to wood
Would you die for your beliefs
beaten bloody and religiously raw
mocked as a penniless sycophant
crucified before a mother’s love
Do you cry for the suffering
like disease ravages the poor
dressing their weeping wounds
with the righteousness you abhor
Do you believe in blasphemy
the absurdity of an ethereal grace
judging a man’s convictions
for the apathy in his wake
Categories:
admonishment, devotion, faith, introspection, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Hop scotch not
Possible with these
Skinned knees
Bleeding.
Fish kisses wiping
Away the disparity and
Dismissing the
Consequence.
Admonishment so
Wholesome and
Irreverent.
Buried into the
Pillow now
Feathers disrobe.
________________________
More works at alexfalls.com
Categories:
admonishment, angst
Form:
Free verse