Best Fault Finding Poems
ME
Me: By Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
Because I am only
ONE of my Kind.
And refuse
to Abort my mission..I ask..
Could I have been a little more
religious
patient
tolerant
willing
agreeable
softer
sweeter
easier
diplomatic
could I have gone along to get along,
be a softer place for hard asses to land.
Could I have been a little less
Difficult
Opinionated
forgiving
fault finding
expressive
extreme
Blunt
Truthful
Yes... I could have...
But then where would that leave you?
That would not have been me,
And as you can see
There's enough of them
Carbon Copies....
....And they are not changing a damn-thing.
And then there's me...
Me: by Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Categories:
fault finding, character, growth, introspection,
Form:
Prose Poetry
1. When Satan was an Angel:
He discovered fault finding easy in the Heavenly Society.
No reason to put forth an effort to improve,
Just dis.
2. When the Sky-Boss wasn't around
He would slip memos to hes fellow workers,
"There is no union,
Nothing to coordinate the wants of the Winged Servants.
3. He claimed the Heavenly Chorus sang off key:
And sounded like it was suffering
From a case of group herpes.
4. He reminded everyone:
As often as possible,
That the Holy He created women as a lesser species,
:After all, Eve did come along as a side issue."
5. Wherever God asked,
"Are you working?"
Mr. D. would always answer in the affirmative,
Gut, his task was too often centered on group diffusion.
6. The final straw in his disposition:
Occurred after he had constantly complained to the Almighty
That the thermostat was set too low,
"I can't stand the cold up here! Why don't you do something about it!:
Categories:
fault finding, angel, fantasy, humorous,
Form:
Ballad
WHY ARE YOU CRYING?
WHY AREN'T YOU MOVING?
WHERE IS THE POWER THAT I GAVE YOU?
WHY ARE YOU NOT CHOOSING?
WHY ARE YOU NOT WINNING?
WHY ARE YOU LOSING?
WHY ARE YOU COMPARING,WHEN I MADE YOU JUST RIGHT?
WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE LIGHT,AND SETTLE FOR DARK NIGHTS?
WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING AND FAULT FINDING?
WHY ARE YOU LIVING UNDERNEATH THIS ROCK,WHEN YOU CAN BE ROCK CLIMBING??
WHERE IS THE LOVE I TOLD YOU TO RELEASE AND GIVE?
WHY AREN'T YOU LIVING THE BEST LIFE
THAT I DIED FOR YOU TO LIVE?
WHY EXACTLY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT OTHER'S OPINIONS?
WHEN I GAVE YOU POWER OF CHOICE I WAS GIVING YOU DOMININON
WHY DO YOU READ THIS AND DON'T ALLOW IT TO TAKE ROOT?
HOW CAN YOU FIX A TOOTHACHE
BY ONLY FOCUSING ON THE SURFACE OF THE TOOTH?
WHY DON'T YOU STOP WORRYING;
AND JUST SURRENDER TO ME?
WHY DON'T YOU LET GO OF YOUR PAST SELF
AND JUST BECOME WHO YOU SHALL BE?
Categories:
fault finding, angel, best friend, dedication,
Form:
ABC
It’s just a terrible situation
being so harsh and critical-
A revealed capricious sensation
from those who are hypocritical.
Derogatory and unrespected
with a loving environment expected,
leaving someone in obliteration.
Robert was an old fair soul,
with sonnets making us cry-
This site took its weary toll,
with no concrete reason why.
Vilifying and arbitrary are they,
leaving him with no rhymes to say-
He always saw the glass half full.
Being judgmental can cause pain,
leaving such anguish within-
Now only hurtful memories remain,
from those full of disparaging sin.
Let us all find peace to spread,
and compliment good people instead-
free from abhor portrayed in vain.
They are fault-finding, full of hate,
never reminded of their own faults-
Now it seems it’s far too late,
we should bring this problem to a halt.
Captious and abusive without regret,
then they quickly forget,
that being a great poet was his fate.
A safe place this was to be,
for us who love to write-
It’s poets like you and me,
that get burned by the contrite.
We should be free to express,
expecting nothing less,
if only the haters could see.
So next time you feel the urge
to be cruel and cause suffering,
cleanse your mind with a purge,
and try to say absolutely nothing.
Remove all the bad haste,
being judgmental is a waste,
let us all come together and converge.
Judgmental People and Haters Contest
November 19, 2017
Categories:
fault finding, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
The fault finding Pertaining to thought Introspect do you think? As when thinking for crying out loud Are you rationing it? Object of thought judging for oneself How is it critical?
Categories:
fault finding, allusion, introspection, irony, word
Form:
Questionku
a skinny, dreamy-eyed boy in a suburban Jesuit school
showed up in your English class...to learn a bit of class.
you taught me Milton, introduced me to Stevenson,
made this boy make sense out of words
directly lifted from some popular tunes;
I learned the power of the written word -
you taught me well, teacher.
you corrected my grammar, fixed my structures,
differentiated between verbs and participles,
showed me rhymes, showed me reasons –
how well you taught me, teacher.
now I’m grown-up tinkering with words without
your guidance and doing just fine, thanks to you;
a testament to how well you shaped, molded me -
you taught me well, teacher.
I tried writing songs and lyrics that made sense,
remembering the lessons you handed me down
long ago, the imprints and legacy you left me -
you taught me oh so well, teacher.
after many years passed we met once again…
hey, how are you, teacher, how have you been?
how have you been yourself, Fred, it’s been quite
a while, let’s get together again soon.
showed you a few of my stuff, showed you some
of my lines for critiquing, for things I may have
missed; you started off with a poem I had hoped
to turn into a song, one of the few that I was
quite so proud of, a labor of sweat and love…
which you then returned complete with your
editing, or was it fault-finding? putting me in a
shock for after your thorough dry-cleaning,
none of it remained, swept by a tornado.
you wanted me to change almost everything
and rewrite them according to your style,
leaving me practically with nothing but the title!
well, thanks, teacher, for everything, I don’t need
your critique, this is not high school anymore;
no thanks for making me feel like I was the
dumbest boy in your high school English class.
You were my mentor once and I thank you.
Now you’re a tormentor and I don’t appreciate it at all.
Categories:
fault finding, angst, education, people, sad,
Form:
Free verse
He walked upon her in the woods
Lying there, with placenta and blood on her skin
He didn't question where she was going
But knew where she had been
~unwanted, unloved, unnoticed~
He cleaned her carefully
Removed the dead weight and stains of sorrow and grief
He dressed her in royal gowns
Daily changing her value and belief
~desired, delightful, distinct~
When she was grown and ready for love
He gave her a precious stones to wear
Her adornment was a testament
To LOVE's extravagant concern and care
~powerful transformation~
She began to walk among the people
Whispered gashes flew through the air
Words tore her garments
And left her naked to the judgmental stares
~unworthy, undeserving, undone~
He watched from His window
And saw HIS LOVE packaged in an unopened box
Sworn off as a harlot with no lineage
They began to pick up rocks
~thrown away, thwarted, taken down....
down, down, to the very ground
she came up from
What can LOVE do now
When siblings break their own
Rejection is endurable
But family fault finding leaves the redeemed, in the silent alone
of the abyss
what courage can bring
LOVE out of this
She walked away, into the great unknown
With the garment of humility around her waist
Her head bowed low, and gait amiss
With all she'd encountered and faced
~with LOVE~
Seasons passed as she drudged through the days
Looking for LOVE to find her again
She had come to the line of despair
And almost gave in to the lies she discovered there
~abandoned, average,aloof~
LOVE showed up and caught her next breath
Giving back what she believed to be gone
He said, "You are the UNOPENED GIFT
My LOVE has chosen to ride upon
~given, golden, glad~
Rejoicing in the moment, HE took her away
To a City made of gold and jewels
A place where difference is accepted
And creativity with LOVE, rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2018
Note: So many gifts Daddy God gives us, that remain unopened, because we fail to value LOVE.
Categories:
fault finding, love,
Form:
Rhyme
If I had a sad broken heart
Not because you died dear
But that you chose another bride
Who's so limited I fear
She posseses only twenty
Percent and I eighty
Chosen in my youth gifted blessed
God prepared me for thee
Now that I'm aged unable to work
Not able to serve you
You seek a twenty percent girl
Unintelligent shrew
Wish you well in your endeavor
You're getting just desserts
Twenty percent's offerings small
So small just miniskirt
This one is based on 80/20 principle
This is not an original idea
I heard it in a sermon by T.D.Jakes
When a person marries, gets a new job,
or a new home, etc.., everything is great.
Then the new wears off and fault finding
begins..Nothing is a hundred percent
usually about twenty percent imperfections..
Thanks for the challenge:
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Contest entry....
Categories:
fault finding, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The welfare advocates
pick on human frailty,
comparing
sending children to orphanages
to sheltering kittens.
They wonder about our
inherent bad-ness,
go fault finding and
interpret themselves above the pale,
flesh-eating disease that attacks
their selfsame skin, and
cannot feel it burning away to hate.
Your affection spreads infection:
Love kills.
I think I may have cancer.
Well, ain’t life just a *****!
Categories:
fault finding,
Form:
Free verse
Internalized emotions wrought
quotidian psychological oppression
retrospective reflection courtesy
20/20 hindsight reveals absolute zero
positive development of body, mind, and spirit
extreme agitation compromised
maturation, education, and socialization
every year since being
born free and clear of obvious defects
minus alien aberration, Russian collusion...,
nor deplorable crooked Hillary accusation
and submucous cleft palate
inducing severe nasality
fraught with arduous speaking difficulty
coping, fraternizing, integrating
within ordinary circumstances
alienated, defied, horrified,
mortified, scared, zapped
yours truly, albeit analogous
experiencing ferocious, hellacious, torturous...
suffering predicated on suppressing
and/or repressing moderate slights
inflicted upon withdrawn younger self,
who lacked adroit, deft, heft...
coping with typical situations
subsequently aggravating,
exacerbating, jinxing...
to cultivate, generate,
liberate locked potential
hypothesized, premised, yoked
infantile grievous inconsolable crying
unsolved behavioral mystery
venting only for my "mommy dearest"
would utter (this from hearsay)
exhibiting extreme aversion
if other than thee birth mother
comforted, cradled, cocooned...,
an extremely reticent individual
buckling as strapping bullies
relentlessly belted jibed, taunted...
said teasing begat intimidation
(oft times mentioned other poems)
scrawny kid (me) cowed, fawned, irked,
nonetheless I remained passive against
blistering, hectoring, teasing,
which apothegm turning other cheek
avoided getting smashed pumpkin face
courtesy subservient stance
devotional acquiescence help me dog pose
prayer temporarily answered
harboring entire being
ten thousand feet beneath
avast sea of dejection
time and again repeated
alas crass harassment
absorbed into nucleus of every cell
anchored barnacle encrusted tenuous pride
in short shrift
brewing, abjection, dejection, humiliation...
"NOT FAKE" misery
inducing suicidal ideation
spurring serious delineation
allowing, enabling, proffering
permanent salvation uber vacation
among livingsocial years later overlaid
earthshaking fault finding
misbehavior gifted from
those I called mother and father.
Categories:
fault finding, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Epic
The nagging,
The pushing,
The constant prodding.
You try,
You work,
You make headway,
But it's ignored,
It's not enough,
It's never enough.
You become bitter,
You're angry,
You become morose.
Your will is strong,
You've done your best,
You're clearing hurdles,
But you aren't fast enough,
You aren't strong enough,
YOU are not enough.
The nagging is back,
The fault finding is back,
The blaming is back.
The berating,
The name calling,
Pushing you to the edge.
You won't break,
You refuse to break,
You lash out,
You scream,
You cry,
You fight back.
He stares at you,
He says there's something wrong with you.
You're insane.
Judy Ball
You're crazy alright. Crazy to stay in that mud bath.
Categories:
fault finding, angst, crazy, depression, people,
Form:
Free verse
January 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 40-42
Key Verse – Genesis 41:52… God hath caused me to be fruitful in the land of my affliction.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FRUITFULNESS CAUSE
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
prospering me with Your bounty
Thank You for guarding my faith in Your security
Always charging me to continue serving You with sincerity
So I can be freed from bondage of imprisoning selfish vanity.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
reigning above me in Your ministry of restoration
Thank You for pulling my soul from dungeon of guilt’s destruction
Always encouraging me to call unto Your for my prayer and petition
So I can feast in Your generous provision.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
meeting my needs by Your divine feeding
Thank You for awakening my heart from backsliding
Always comforting me midst my plight with Your kind attending
So I can blossom despite worldly binding and fault-finding.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
granting me Your own peace offering delight
Thank You for making my conviction stand upon Your might
Always showing me Your concern and care day and night
So I can stay in Your perfect will of truth and right.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
restraining me from becoming bankrupt spiritually
Thank You for arraying me with vestures of holiness beautifully
Always healing me in my afflictions miraculously
So I can admit being grievously soul-famished and repent earnestly.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
disciplining me of my mischief and wickedness
Thank You for governing me with Your lovingkindness
Always carrying me to Your plan of good works’ plenteousness
So I can enjoy Your fellowship, communing with You in blissfulness.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness Cause,
warning me against dangers of stubborn adventure
Thank You for protecting my decisions with Your wise nurture
Always filling me of my emptiness by Your compassion gesture
So I can exalt You in my godly testimony-posture.
January 14, 2023
Categories:
fault finding, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Finding something new bring into being
In science going scientific he is scientist
Fault finding also finding a new thing
He works hypocrite,his name pietist!
Categories:
fault finding, abuse, character, conflict, environment,
Form:
Blank verse
Hush, be quiet you old familiar voice of negativity.
The one that is full of doubt, fault finding and self
sabatoge.
There is no mercy, no kindness or love in you, only
dislike and distrust.
Complete silence of the mind is much better than your noise.
But sometimes the future unknown, is more fearful
than the known misery.
However just when the loud voice of poison vents
to almost drown out any future hope, it happens.
A flicker of light, from small twigs of long ago
embers restores memories of a different voice.
A voice not beat up by accounts of life's failures,
loses, disappointments and deaths.
It holds out tender love, forgiveness and a balanced
reality in learning to express a new voice.
This voice will nurtue the one carrying it and
those it meets on the journey of life .
Categories:
fault finding, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Propaganda
It is a cold day, no more sitting on the terrace
watching ships sailing by and dreaming of the old days.
With little to do, I watched on Netflix about the making of the Nazi party.
Time was hard in Germany people were looking for a saviour
Hitler and his henchmen came.
Sig Heil.
Peoples’ stupidity never amazes me, believed the propaganda
the promises of a better time.
Millions followed him, this man without charisma, but he promised
to make the country great and the people unthinkably followed
to the bitter end.
71, million people in the USA voted for Trump his lies didn´t matter
people preferred lies even when confronted with the truth
they still believe he could lead them into a great America.
Now we have Biden.
The new president has promised many sane things, yet he
is regarded as weak
He lacks the panache of the liar.
And he, being a member of the political establishment, is not able to cut
the head of the snake
because he is a part of what is wrong with America.
Only groundbreaking revolution of what ails the USA, but it must
come from the people and not highjacked by oratory charlatan, can remedy
this sickness of the soul.
No single person is a god;
we have to turn to the Christian faith, with all its fault finding
the compass to rectitude.
Categories:
fault finding, anger, cinderella, family,
Form:
Blank verse