Best Castigation Poems

The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given

Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to...

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Not allow politics to pollute the populace
With issues like regionalism and language 
Permit free movement of men and goods
Connect the country with tree-lined roads.

Deal ruthlessly with anti-national elements
Issue stern warning to all political animals
Mischief by them may attract prison cells
Or deport them to far off...

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As exemplary as a High Priest
and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber.
Respected amongst his colleagues,
reverenced by His subordinates,
distinguished, honorable and set apart.

Then came the moment of Truth
like the refining fire which may burn or may purify.
A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again,
but a situation...

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My guitar was my respite,
My solace and identity
Without it I fell,
So lonely and empty,
If only you were here,
To evaporate my tears,
I would be whole again,
And able to endure this castigation,
For all of eternity....

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Darkness consumes me
Corrupted thoughts take over
Soul becomes hollow
Self castigation occurs
Tears of blood destroys all hope...

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These days, when He watches her, she unconsciously moves 
                      a fringe of hair to veil her eyes, 
and even that is cause for...

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To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform 
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest, 
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.

And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of...

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As i breathe, in my conquered castle left with no rusty dime
   I might be of no value than a stinking body
Lying with no memory in its jagged skull staring moody
 Alas! Am still one of em pillar, that holds to kill time.

If...

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Let us put on humility,
Even being on center stage; 
Remain meek and modest amid
Honor, glory, praise, and prestige.

Meekness may elicit picture
Of someone saying 'I was wrong'; 
Or one telling 'I need help' from
A certain group he does belong.

Yes, it brings into mind of one
Not expecting...

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the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast 
     in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting 
     the last three of seventy somber orbitz, 
     signify...

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There he stands outstretched arms that offer relief
Causing our weary hearts to yearn and strive for a little more.
Always a little more.
The glittering jewels of his bedazzled fingers ignite passions 
Deeply buried within the recesses of our byzantine nature.
As He totters, tentatively, temptingly
 Just within...

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When Moses came back down
With his tablets and inscriptions
He left some lying around
With some critical prescriptions

Continued at eleven
Not to stop the count on fingers
If you want to go to heaven
Add these extra rules and stingers

Further shalt and shalt-nots listed
For avoiding castigation
Or for peace at home...

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Catharsis

Cataracts of delusion have served cancerous purpose
Camouflage of disrespect is consequently crumbling 
Cascades are waiting to be embraced in compassion
Curious rapids appear on the craving inner horizon

Contamination of self wants out of prison cells
Control over defences has outlived their cage

Caution is carefully thrown to novel...

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Orange

This now time is a gift to graft a moment
In the mist,
Or how in the midst of circumstance;
Such volatility brews this even stance to render;
balance for the few;
What year is this bleak friend?
You who seeks vibrations from the set,
The top of the refrigerator,
The bottom of...

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20 so plus teacher educator's

Primed ready

Standing like naughty school children
in line 

Patiently awaiting castigation

From the board , proud parent's and overlord's

Who firmly believe they can do what
they do only 20 time's better

Never actually having done the job itself

Or knowing what dedication or magnitude 
that job...

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