Best Chiding Poems
Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as the sun glimmers silver
against the mazarine sky, teasing me as they tickle past.
Fragrant petals glitter waking sunlight that slowly dries the dew
upon the delicate stamen lashes in your compassionate blue eyes.
Bright and gentle, they watch as the shadows creep slowly through the forest
gazing upon each tiny detail, the changing hues, each movement, and me.
I can feel them watch me, caress me and, sometimes angry, burn me,
but as quickly, your bud drips its viscous nectar to cool the seething flames
and you quiver your branches in chiding whispers of reproaching laughter
as I sulk like a child enveloped in your caring, calming, airy shade.
I lean against your smooth lovely bark and you soothe me.
Long and tall reaching to touch the pillows at the tender feet of heaven,
your slender leafy fingertips spread above me shading my heavy, moist brow.
Though older than I your timeless wisdom entices and allures me.
Oh beautiful gentle tree, how easily could I love you.
03/18/17
Bird of Prey
On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
The night was tranquil and held no fear.
Until came a sound ascended from Hell.
I heard a menacing cry as I drew near.
Upon the shore no wave did break.
No whispers on the wind were heard.
Nor was there a splash on the lake.
From any waterfowl or roosting bird.
The anxious cooing of mated doves
Cried out a warning on this ominous night
They heard the screech from far above,
And trilled warning of a hungry bird in flight.
A mother swan, at the edge of the lake,
gathered her chicks beneath her wings.
It was a time to stay alert and awake.
In the face of danger, no bird dared sing.
The predator hovered high in the sky.
I saw her shadow blanket the moon.
With yet another shrill, piercing cry,
I heard the faint wail of a single loon.
There was movement among the reeds.
The hunter circled in search of her prey.
Her only focus was to fulfill her need
Before dark gave way to light of day.
Talons lowered, she opened her beak.
Again she screamed from great height.
Eyes focused on the fish she did seek.
Upon her wings, reflected moonlight.
Down she plunged with swiftest speed.
With keen senses she was able to snare
The prize that would sate her needs,
And enough to feed her fledgling pair.
With a flap of wings she rose in the sky.
A fish clutched in the grip of her claws.
All the birds were safe. I let out a sigh.
Fulfilled was Mother Nature's basic law.
A stilt legged egret came out of hiding.
Swans craned their necks in a swoon.
Doves continued their calls and chiding.
A nightingale whistled a joyous tune.
On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
All was peaceful, serene, and still.
Upon the water, silver moonbeams fell.
The bird of prey had eaten her fill.
Gone for a fourth of a century
And yet I can plainly see
My mother's face in the mirror
Looking back at me.
The gray among the auburn,
Those lines around the eyes.
She shakes her head and whispers,
"It should be no great surprise."
There are marks that only sorrow
Could have etched upon her face.
Mother lived a very full life
And she handled it with grace.
"Mother dear," I say it gently,
"It's so very hard to be,
The one whose left, while others
Have gone on ahead of me."
Mother answered, "You had blessings,
Thus you had so much to lose.
Would you have chosen differently,
Had you the chance to choose?"
She went on, "Life's for the living, and
You still have much to give.
Looking forward, never backward,
Is the only way to live."
With my mother's tender chiding,
I lost some of the pain.
She confirmed it's not forever,
I will see them all again.
My mother's face was dimming,
Her grey eyes merging into brown,
The only face within the mirror,
A reflection of my own.
She had left me with the knowledge
That she's never far away,
And she'll help me with the morrows
If I triumph o'er today.
won hm
An ordinary day begins
Make a cup of coffee
Watch the sun rise
The lonely ticking clock
Watch the minutes make an arc
The extraordinary dismissed
How long till the day is over
Never in history are we this alone
Never knowing vastness
Some never know closeness
Give up togetherness today
Give up even on emptiness
I am the void and avoid
Nowhere to run from me
No choice but to be ordinary
Let loose the lonely demon
Give my chiding angel a break
Let them watch the star with me
The careless sun circumambulates
Around those happy people
Around the lonesome waiting
Without judgment, we all go round
War and peace are ordinary
Pour a glass of wine at dusk
Make a toast to the receding sun
Alone I try to find company in one
At least the sun and I make two
But, the setting sun leaves me
The moon fails to show up
If only I could be like them
Ordinary like nothing in the universe
All of us special in the vastness
Crowded by simple lives
Me unable to comprehend
Interdependence is
Extraordinary
The reigning monarch's hammered earth,
my foot upon controlling girth
nature alone encircles worth
as I go on to capture hurt!
Oh stop, the chiding from the Church
the fault deriding my sake's birth
the fool abiding in the lurch
does mock it all, while I research!
Oh stop the hour, but yet occur
my soul's fate's prism, without slur
and stop those moments when you were
my truest love, without demur!
That snow that melteth down the stream
doth barter not but by degree
and shares its focus merrily
then also stop ~ the poet's fee
must focus rhyme . . . eternally!
During the Mesozoic times
There was a T-rex named T. Rhymes
His tiny teeth he was hiding
Afraid of bullying and chiding.
His mother said “We don’t need big.”
His daddy said, “We don’t eat pig.”
Stegosaurus said “If they make fun of you
I will show them the bottom of my shoe.”
This made him laugh and play
And took these feelings all away.
So you see, in the absolute end.
All it takes is a really great friend!
Written 6-30-2019 Contest: Dinosaur for Children Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
The faithful sun rose in the eastern sky
Slowly over the swamp and the mist on the water
Bringing the breeze that whispers through the cattails
And the dew-covered grass…
The sound of wing-slapped water as geese rise in flight
They call out with a symphony of voices
Welcoming the morning
Everywhere I look is teeming with life
Beauty
And Solitude…
The cry of the red-tailed hawk
The chiding crows
The heron stalking its prey…
Everything I see overwhelms me
Until it wells up in my eyes with gratitude
Until it fills my heart with hope…
You must look if you hope to see
Listen if you hope to hear
Sit in silence if you hope to understand
Empty yourself if you would be filled…
To be bathed in the landscape of Grace
Where your truth awaits
As one with all creation…
All of this birthed in me
As the essence of the Love of God
All things seen and unseen
As the sun bursts into my being…
Until the very light I sought to see
Blinds me with its brilliance
Transforming with mercy
Uniting me with its fragile beauty…
The preciousness of this fleeting moment
Shines in the reflections of the morning sun
On the surface of my soul…
I bow my heart before the artist!
Love, a curse or a boon
a query that has grown
there exist a lucky few
who hath tasted this feeling true
Young love likens a rosebud
pure and delicate, unshed
canst not get enough of the other
forever dying to be together
hearts thudding furious
pulse racing and curious
earnest to explore in negligence
the new world bathed in brilliance
like a bud eager to bloom
and bee to devour
(Love is justified)
Time flies in dalliance
love blooming with experience
with it comes trust
and assurance a must
here and then they falter
unable to alter
bud devoid of the dew
fragrance fading in lieu
(Is love justified?)
The rose now in full bloom
as love on its way to doom
arduous is the test of love
withering away if not conveyed
chiding and belittling the other
love start its decline and wither
It has happened time and again
repeating itself in vain
alas! In the minds of those
the answer still remain!!!
© Nadiya (18 Jan '15)
*Honorable Mention on 25 Jan 2015 in the contest 'Love justice' by Justin Bordner.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The sea is calm, the seagulls cry.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
My hand is resting on her thigh
Below the silk and braided lace.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
The moon is chiding, "Let them be".
The evening star comes out to see
The hands that bind eternity;
They stray beneath my flowing dress.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
An understanding to prolong.
There is no rush, the night is long.
Controlling feelings that are strong;
We know that they won’t be denied.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
His ardour for fulfilment grows.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows.
For full release my body pleads.
He sends me high; he makes me glow.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The sea is calm, the seagulls cry.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
My hand is resting on her thigh
Below the silk and braided lace.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
The moon is chiding, "Let them be".
The evening star comes out to see
The hands that bind eternity;
They stray beneath my flowing dress.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
An understanding to prolong.
There is no rush, the night is long.
Controlling feelings that are strong;
We know that they won’t be denied.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
His ardour for fulfilment grows.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows.
For full release my body pleads.
He sends me high; he makes me glow.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
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A co-write: Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
@ June 2015
I had once gone to a place in Ghana.
In that distant land of beautiful dreams
I stood on the banks of the River Ankobra.
Watch rapids navigate the upper streams.
I followed the rush and roar as they switch.
With grandeur bliss and scary grave mists
I sought in mine and found another twist.
Threatening surprise, in trips, and slips.
A dream unseen, trapped inside the night.
With relentless demon doze trying to hide
outside there, to seek the love of my life.
With anxious eyes of the tears, she cried.
The unseen weight in fate began lifting.
Paralyzed parenthesis whose grip is weak,
Disturbing symptoms, fearfully impacting.
Serenity trying to avoid the chiding defeat.
Waking from sleep that was pure and sweet,
Peace had cheered me with a lovely dream.
But stealers of dreams leave scars of defeat.
For hope, to fill the visions we have seen.
As a weary bird seeking a place to rest
To cool her warmth adventurous breath.
She lent her eager head upon my sore chest.
And share the cold night breeze with death.
The form is not in the list. This form is Ae Freislighe
Calliope tutelage
“There be tales from times not told,
brought back through your lineage,
dreams dredged from dark days of old”
Animate lost Anima
place a new thinking cap on
hang up hero’s panama
parlay phrases till past dawn
Here sit I, laptop clicking
chickens chiding privilege
wrapped in writing, clock ticking
Calliope tutelage.
Impressions of Spring
Spring cherishes the misty morning sun breaking through the new born sky
Where angels meet the rainbow color in perfusion light beyond the eye.
The earthly smell begins the armor of playful adventures not only to young lives.
Love bounding forth like an endless wells coming to their fullness in depths abyss.
The world clings to newness of life chiding in fragrance of acclaiming aurora of its day.
There is no end to the magic abounding in its belonging to eternity of consuming ways.
People sing of spring beyond the sounds of worldly chance knowing of its melodies.
In love with passions delight in the passing for what is to come of its tomorrows.
God answer their in.
Righteous World!!!
Indeed!!
The Righteous, who are proud as they know it!
Are the foulest of them all!
"The Few" seeks refuge under the veil of transgression.
The Righteous or 'The Rightful' as they call themselves bolts in from nowhere.
'The Rightful' are too proud,
They speak too loud,
For the achievements which 'they' think has made them proud.
"The Few" fall under their domain.
The Righteous in the course of time forget to teach what is necessary,
As forgetting is a hideous mistake.
And forgetting in the nick of time is more than a mistake.
Since, to err is to human,
But to err again is not rightful.
So, "The Few" eventually rides the wave of rebellion.
But, The Righteous appearing again,
Chides "The Few" of doing anything righteous.
Since, righteous according to them is not righteous as they think to be.
Chiding regularly according to them is the most righteous thing.
But they forget, that mistakes once heaped into a pile turns into filth.
But "The Few" knows what it is to be righteous.
As, obligation comes into play in shaping the so called Righteous people.
"The Few" gets crushed in order to become people of honour under the righteouses.
For, it is according to these righteouses, "The Few" become the downtroddens.
And it is for this very reason,
In this very season,
"The Few" becomes the rebellions.
INGRATITUDE
How could you give me such extreme distress
While my care for you has always been so strong
When you erred in thinking you were a success
Did I not show you, where you were going wrong
When you spent such toil on your pathetic writing
I revealed how you were wasting all your time
I put you right and helped you with my chiding
To get you straight and back again in line
The expression of ideas you took delight in
And wilfully disputed truth in mine
Why couldn't you conform and stop the fighting
Your rebelliousness it really was a crime
You would still be in religious cult induction
If I hadn't made a plan for your salvation
Though you fought and screamed that it was an abduction
For your sake we had to use incarceration
With your protests diagnosed as bipolarity
A psychiatrist said psych-medicine would be kind
Then a good dose of electroconvulsive therapy
Brought you to a more amenable frame of mind
And yet you now show such a lack of gratitude
All my caring seems to be misunderstood
And I find it hard to understand your attitude
Since I've always done what's purely for your good