Best Castigating Poems
It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it
It is a sin
for miss Zane to gain special gratitude
from her male mates.
Coming late every night
with a different driver,
parading her flashy dividends
as she becomes a model for fashion updates
It is a sin
for Sarah, not taking care of herself
with her body becoming rounder
but still feeds more than an entire Orphanage.
Initially, a very attractive young lady
but now looks like an Old sorcerer.
It is a sin
for Baker to be a clergy
and at the same time a gambler
lavishing in style and losing without remorse
Hell will let loose
if his sponsor is the Church's finance.
Regardless of his anointing,
he's still not beyond the people's wrath.
It is a sin
for Dawson to drive through many open legs
as he jumps from skirt to skirt
and acquainting himself with all forms of underwear,
playing the bad guy who never gets caught.
It is a sin
to stay idle and observe them wrongly
drawing conclusions from every action
without minding their motives or reasons
analyzing closely even while sitting from afar
giving no consideration to the human Nature
which exists in imperfection and faint stains.
It is a sin
castigating the weaknesses of others
while overlooking mine
thereby condemning the crimes I do not commit
which does not make me better either.
As much as they do not know where I faulter
Judging them makes me worst than a sinner.
Categories:
castigating, inspirational, life, pain, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
THIS CALMING SEA
I sit here in the darkness at a window
that mirrors my wild mane, unruly me
Imagine how in time this house will grow
around me, a Rapunzel, you will see
My hair in braids grow down a castle vast
The nurses turned to wicked witches, wild
If you don't save me, I will never last
A lonely, lost, love seeking smallish child
Their screams are in my head, such ugly sound
Of capture, castigating, lashing words
My hands, over my ears, have never found
Relief from them, I wish I were a bird
To fly away, and leave my legs behind
To have my arms be wings to carry me
(To where no harm or evil ever find)
Eternally over this calming sea
Categories:
castigating, abuse, anxiety, bird, introspection,
Form:
Quatrain
How bad I feel when the glass fell?
Accompanying my chattering heart is the loud clatter
Piercing through my heart is your cold silence
Reasons for which I can't phantom
You deprive me your smile
You deny me your pretty face.
As I watch a one time smiley turn a 'frownie'
A one time kitty turn a fierce cat
Just like the shore sand,
Your smile washes away,
Just like the dark night
A frown still across your face
Smile for me please,
For in your smile
Is embedded a ray of hope
In your pretty face
I see a beautiful picture
Of a lady with a future.
I am not immune to begin wrong
But I had options I couldn't choose from
Sing for me, bird sing!
Same me from this 'self castigating'
Let your name manifest itself tonight
And let me meet joy.
Categories:
castigating, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Ballad
Three days late,
and a dollar of truth short
No condemnation of neo-Nazi hate,
no negative KKK report
Only tweet silence was heard ...
didn’t hear a peep, not one word
Domestic terrorists
were Tiki torching a church
late that night
Shouting ethnic and racial slurs
Aryan imperialists,
proud patrons of John Birch
causing heavy fright
They weren’t rebuffed by any tweet words
The Trump was silent ...
didn’t hear a toot, not one sound was heard
Two days late,
and a couple silver dollars of truth shy
No reproof of white supremacy hate,
everyone’s speculating as to the reason why
Only tweet silence was heard ...
didn’t hear a peep, not one word
Marching through Charlottesville town,
chanting crude, bigoted Nazi slogans
Wearing the “Blood and Soil” hate song crown,
brawling like drunken ancient Romans
Innocent blood got spilled on the ground,
yet my ears heard no shrill tweet sound
Still no angry replies were ever given voice;
the sound of silence was deafening,
waves of nothingness heard crashing
Not blowing the trump was the wrong choice
Hate had it’s way unabated,
violence was randomly meted
But there were no words heard
castigating any of that despicable hate
Only the sound of silence chirped late,
where flew the little tweety bird?
Categories:
castigating, allusion, dark, political, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Stinking, dirty money
Foul, festering money
Putrid, gassy money
Rotten, disgusting money
Oppressing, cruel money
Castigating, merciless money
Admonishing, finger-wagging money
Subjugating, stone-faced money
Aah, money…
That your kiss is so sweet,
Your embrace so sensuous,
Your possibilities so tempting…
I am dirty with your scent
Categories:
castigating, on work and working,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
THE DANCE POETIC (just a play with words, acrostic variation)
T tantalizing, titillating theater, transpires
H head-on, hesitating hovering hoopla,
E edging effortless extinguished expose' entities.
D Dancing dubious distinguished debonair devils;
A anxious actors awaiting attendant accompaniment,
N nuances neither needing necessity nor neglect,
C castigating casualites continual concordance,
E eager entangled entrance exiting each everyone.
P Pursue petulant possibilities presented passively
O on old odd occasions occupying oblivious obtuseness
E etching embers escaping easy exhibitions exiting
T the touch to trivial tickled trepidation touching tomorrow,
I inhibited inches indicate inklings incidental
C come charm, chance cascading co-mingling cognise coos.
Repeat and join the joyous jubilations of The Poetic Dance.
Categories:
castigating, dance, poetry, word play,
Form:
Acrostic
A You Are Adorable
A you are always adorable
B you have become affordable
C you could be incredible
D Don't eat is uneatable
E Ended up saying it eloquent
F For everyone forgave each sin
G God is great and Amen
H Is how bad I have been
I Is for idiot in the making
J Jumped when I found a jewel
K Okie Dokie and O Kay
L Say I am loony yes you may.
M Measurements made you beyond compare
N Needed to sware wife would not share
O Other room had been occupied
P Put application in and for job applied
R Really was rearing and also ranting
S But she still found me enchanting
T Was never true to what I said
U Until now looked under the bed
V View was vibrant and envigorating
W While we were both castigating
Y Young and still involved with you
Z Zebra rode home to from the zoo.
Jim Horn
Categories:
castigating, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
There is a place for the poetic preacher,
even in this forum---one can so feature
a castigating word, narrow-minded screed,
up to each person to decide what they read,
and while I don’t much like damning lines,
exploding like old-fashioned land mines,
I’ll hold my tongue while they do their work,
unless they become an insufferable jerk.
Categories:
castigating, bullying, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
So many of them abound
They make for a burdensome crown
Worn by a government needing to be overthrown
Is it time to kick all these bureaucrats
Out of town?
The mangling of democracy by quangos
Is the new autocracy
A daily cross to bear
For which we have a lot of resentment and fear
Straddling every aspect of now
And extending even into the future
These supposedly independent devils
Terrorize us who try
To live independently
Against them we dare not blaspheme
OFTED AND OFCOM and OFGEN et al
Wield enormous power
The bureaucrats are demi gods
Who chastise and never seem to praise
Tied and severely beholden
To a host of unaccountable gremlins
We live and breathe to always please
Those unelected saints
That bless us not
They do as they wish
With scant regard for any common sense or Legality
They rampage through our lives
An unstoppable machine
That is of no moral use
They can maim indiscriminately
Controlling
Rearranging
Flattening
Castigating
They must wholesomely control our daily grind
Hiding behind rhetoric
They expound regeneration
They lambast NIMBYS
They cherish infamy
They never behave like you and me
The dictats of box ticking quangocrats
Is a travesty for common sense and individuality
This oppressive culture of domination
Maligns citizenship and innate responsibility
We are a public most savagely traduced
When we allow a stranger to do with us as they choose
Categories:
castigating, political,
Form:
Free verse
Trump Cucaracha Cockaraca
All of Trump's elegance started to erupt
Talking about how everyone is corrupt
He clumsily choses to be celebrating
And adversaries constantly castigating.
He slipped all of his savings under a rug
Net worth equals nichol which was a plug
And all stock marketeers have concurred
None of Trump's stock should be preferred.
Whopping grand finale' eventually knew
Earnings are owned by only a select few
Who are positioned at top of his high ladder
All his money was made into a family matter.
Then there is this thing called Trump Vodka
That is a bunch of cucaracha and cockaraca
Wondering why up his lips like to pucker
His Trump supporters have become a sucker.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
.
Categories:
castigating, allegory, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Couplet
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Categories:
castigating, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Ode
Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust...
Poetic Introduction:
I wax and wane rhapsodic
plus prosaically politic
aware severe erosion
of American democracy
over run by narcissistic
over stuffed ego-freezer,
whose vocabulary
extremely laconic
foe swash buckling braggadocio
commander in chief
not gun shy
to brandish (hugely
bully like) jingoistic
tirade unleashing horrific
banshees more'n 10, 000
foo fighting maniacs
(nemesis of liberty) fatalistic
to sanctity of
United States democracy
throw back at him bigly,
his woeful treachery,
quasi xenophobic, tragic,
and lunatic bred anarchy!
Each ticking second of every single day, the pensive, doughy face execrably debased “dunderhead” criminal commander in chief (trumpeting acrimonious, calumnious, egregious...yakking), while donned in gay apparel) trumpeting lunatic, jingoistic, ideology imbues heretic catalysts.
Thou art unduly seething, quaking, and oozing mercurial kindling ideological glommed ethos of mine. These atrocious blaspheming, castigating, denigrating, excoriating, fulminating gross humiliations imply jerkiness, kookiness, lunacy.
No! Not for one more term can this acidulous, indecorous Mandates need outspoken politicians quickly removing this utterly vile wicked Xerses.
Thus spoke Zarathustra (without blandishment) to me, a gluten and monosodiumglutinate free, NON-GMO non-alarmist, nonestablishmentarian, nor ham aye a nihilist.
Categories:
castigating, 11th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Alive, yet shaken to the
core of her lovely bones
youngest offspring unexpectedly
lost control of vehicle and groans
papa unable to comfort her,
she inconsolable sobbing tears
muffling thru telephones
safe and sound nonetheless
shook up like rolling stones.
Though dwelling bajillion miles away
in Bend Oregon beloved daughter
endearing supportive words
I tried to say
aware sullen mood
fifty plus shades of gray
impossible mission
to assuage grievous
state, especially cuz
accompanying passengers
namely my sister,
and Dunning family did display
anger at recklessness,
though harsh words
merely exacerbated upset
lass - earlier today
August seventh two
thousand nineteen flay
grant over cockiness
best appeased with je
nais sais quois gentle
kindness versus reprobation,
yet quite aware
castigating shrieks nee,
livid rage reflexive from
kid sister otherwise mellow
nonetheless hardpressed
regarding this fellow
to envision ordinarily
calm, cool and collected
sibling to rage and soulfully bellow,
yet informed charming product begat
courtesy mine biological
flesh and blood no
benefit arises to chastise
i.e. figurative flagellation
pinging hither and yon to and fro
but eternally thankful no loss of life...
whew, this dada would never know
reason nor rhyme
to continue livingsocial
purposefulness would heighten grow
wing suicidal ideation - I haint joe
king absolute zero
willpower to write poe
whit tree and/or flash fiction
decidedly, essentially, fervently toe
tilly tubular lee mein
kampf spirit bro
kin, analogous to falling off
skyhigh wall apropos
bailing out hatch of airplane
minus parachute gratefully dead
upon impact resembling red jello
splattered, the closest
aye attain tubby jiggle oh.
Categories:
castigating, absence, beautiful, creation, devotion,
Form:
Ode
So vivacious you are,
Purifying and invigorating,
Changing, becoming bewildered,
With despondent moods perplexing.
Stimulation to cry, urging sadness,
A misunderstanding with confusion,
Encircling the shattered body where you exist,
Manipulated by evil deeds and illusion.
Residing closely within me,
It was not in my ear you breathed,
Only into the heart, you whispered,
Where a dagger became sheathed.
Mingling inside me yearning for more,
Constantly plunging into my weakness,
Without words or communication,
Only to compassion in the bleakness.
My God has an unspeakable truth,
Rooted within the depths of emotions,
Castigating me into a false living,
With a soul so stubborn and ferocious.
Categories:
castigating, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Quatrain
Upon Somber Gallows Stands The Condemned
Upon somber gallows stands the condemned,
anxious crowd slobbering for his demise.
Preacher and faithful begin bible hymn
concerning fools not clever, swift or wise.
There dancing spirits castigating him,
this lone, dejected and now shaking thief.
His dark, haunting past now so very dim
bereft of all hope and steeped in deep grief.
Beelzebub stands there with wicked grin,
to welcome home the coming of the fruits.
His harvest dark and heaped over in sin,
crowd crying loud to see his swinging boots!
Soon darkness will bring on its last release,
as stiff rope snaps into a sudden drop.
Deadly correction makes this lost soul cease,
when his life and time will forever stop!
Gallows true, having done their cheerful deed,
crowd lurches forth in a collective swoon.
Beelzebub, gathers fruit of his seed
and reaps happy crowd's dark joy as a boon!
7-05-2017
Categories:
castigating, dark, death, fear, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme