Best Chastises Poems

If "we" are a sin,
Why is my heart bleeding for you?
Why is my soul screaming out your name?

Chained by the links of horrors that hold me against you,
Towered high up above the ground,
Little did they know I'd crumble every bone just for you.
I would not...

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The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts 
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.

The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
     flowing rags of worthless chattel
       ...

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Un-nerved by formal sentencing assemblies,
Marks and Words, bound by conjunctive amenity.
The tried beliefs that short cuts speed words into action.
Made stuffy Old School feel out of fashion.
Punctuation board-slams her silver gavel;
“A shortened distance, yet far to travel.”
Marks are pushed into line to enter their plea.


Dash...

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I am the environmentalist in love with wine,
my shoulders carry and reside in the cutting edge side of life,
the establishment craves to be the human race
while I stroll the memories of “Sailor fields”
amongst ancient Jurassic stone.
Is this!       The only...

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Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants 

Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out...

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One September morn, Barry is born, one day a little man that society will chastises every day, poisoned with dour memories of a life passing, staggers habitually along life’s broad way, yet still, he believes an ardent player of this earthly cast.

the mould human kind
every...

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Son laughs flat out at his father’s humour
Mama chastises them both
Proud papa takes his bows...

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In the quiet solitude of evening I come before The Lord.
In the secrecy of my chambers I seek His presence.
It is here that I kneel before my Master and bare my soul.
Tough I fail Him time and again He will receive me.

Though I disappoint Him...

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In the boxed gilded frame exists the residue of
A painter’s vision, of his nightmare placed upon
Canvas.
Locked within the cells of four square,
Lies a view into the ethereal world beyond our
Conscious mind.
A heckling demon does laugh, as she the white
Gowned maiden of innocence lies slain, as...

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I trust God* Who secures my salvation!
He guards my soul by His might’s protection…
He warms me in His fellowship’s embrace!
Without Him, I can’t run the divine race!!!

I esteem God Who seals my victory!
He arms my faith to spread Gospel story…
He communes with me and answers...

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My ladylike mother, raising a blue-jeans daughter
     No dresses for my back-to-school shopping-
After school shortcut with Amy, my friend
     Grassy flowered path, trees and birds
For my autumn birthday, I give myself
     the new...

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Nothing is devised or divined in the Universe to forever be.
Nothing is held always in truth; nor ever wholly wrong.
So look to those who find in life, wonder, beauty, and song.

Foolish Men:
There's always room for wit, and laughter can repair the soul.
The instruments of man...

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Hi there all my friends


Memories
Watching serenely as they both traipse thru'
Knowing how life without them would just never do,
Cautiously I assess their haphazard games
Mentally capturing memories  'tween frames,
Recalling their births which seem like yesterday
I grow forlorn for many long lost a day,
With each passing...

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the light had twisted
a duress that was looming
high tide in the sea

typhoon chastises
jade water over the bow
jaded on the bridge 

thunderstorms floating
level of brightness in spots
out of the azure

after ships are docked
when you foretaste a rainbow
the sunlight advent

Written: April 19, 2022

A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE...

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My art teacher
chastises me
for always
being

too bold
blending styles
mixing it up

she likes things
neat and orderly
all separate categories

And it makes me wonder
how she got out of art school
at all

I like being
different
and I like to
push boundaries

sometimes blatantly ignoring
the so called "rules"
I admit to that

But I like letting my art...

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