Best Judgmental Poems
I can no longer hold my tongue
I’ve got my knockers and my mockers
Oh, and I can’t forget the blockers
So you badmouth me on FB behind my back
Let rip with your vitriol and go on the attack
With your false humility and humble claims
You are chock full of bull crap, playing games
Well…
I’m telling you this
Stop taking the piss
Here is my butt. I'd be remiss
if I didn't offer it for you to kiss
Go ahead skunk; make my day
release your stinking spray!
Oh, there's just one thing I have to say...
I don’t do 'two-faced book' anyway!
Judgmental people and haters contest
sponsored by Brenda Chiri
A note to whoever is being so nasty to Robert … you must be jealous of his talent for writing poetry and you should be ashamed of your behaviour!
08-11-17
I seal a kiss of blessings away from traitors
away from judgmental people and haters.
I am weary of reading and listening
to people using their pen to cripple, bringing
pain and suffering to other living souls.
I ask what their goal is to cast hot coals.
The vengeful dishonesty to incriminate
just makes us accumulate and abominate
the actions of the judgmental people and haters.
That is no way to behave, like mud swamp gators
because it seems to be conveyed that way.
Stop and surrender your brawling and say, "Nay!"
Back off! No more! Stay away!
11/8/2017
Don’t get down because of haters hating,
use it as motivation to shove your success in their face.
(I think this is how Robert Lindley will reply, if at all...)
I wonder why you'd hate me,
Maybe because I'm kindly,
But you don't irritate me,
I will not judge you blindly...
You can't stop me from writing,
I won't stoop to distress you,
I forgive your backbiting,
And just say, "May God bless you!"
11/22/17
Contest: Judgmental people and haters
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
(Those who know Robert Lindley can vouch for his kindheartedness, friendliness and encouraging words to everyone.... And those who hate him, I can only say, "The loss is yours".)
Egocentric, engaged in games of one-upmanship
I developed a jaundiced and judgmental eye
Over time, losing over mind-body my grip
Belied expectations oft made heart sigh
My reflex response was to put others down
Mocking both the living and dead, saw love die
Lines on face hardened, sarcasm bore a frown
Demonic dreams deepened my dark despair
In images thus conjured, I began to drown
It was a Joro spider that made me aware
When a small sunbird was caught in its net
Defying base instinct, it released her with care
I took this as a message to change my mindset
Enabled simply by melding head with heart
Taking no more, mere rebuffs as a threat
I now mock myself; it is a learnt art
Choosing slow consciousness correction
Simply mindfully and gently, adding love to cart
Soul centric introspection cajoles us to shift direction
Igniting bliss within, paving way for soul’s resurrection
By Elton Camp
Oh my, supplies are running low
On another “shopping” trip they go
Give the front windows a smash
Then it’s snatch, grab and dash
The store owner’s a man they know
It’s a place where they regularly go
His means of living to destroy
They act like they much enjoy
Employee jobs may well disappear
The store won’t reopen, they hear
Yet, they’re doing what they should
Destroying their own neighborhood
Getting due revenge on a rogue cop
To unjustified violence, putting a stop
This is the very way to do it
So they will hop right to it
Who dares to call it greed
Just to take what they need
Thus, these “undocumented shoppers”
Serve warning to those racist coppers
"Why do you stand and stare,at that girl over there? So judgemental,and oh so cruel,you have no right to ridicule! CNNshe looks so diffrent,she stands out,you have no right to point and shout,just remember she has feelings too,that girl over there oneday could be you! She has a story of her own,behind that smile she stands alone,why dont you approach her,why dont you say,hi how are you and hows your day"....
Please don't try to judge someone
By the cover of their book
You really don't know whom they are
By the way that they might look
You might see something on their front page
That opens up your eye
It just might be that the one you've judged
Is just like you and I
Things can look the other way
it's happened once or twice
The one you've judged and thought was kind
May not have been so nice
So I hope I taught you something
That I hope you won't forget
Try not to be judgmental
To the person you've just met
Judgmental people and haters
rise on the internet like mashed masked potatoes,
complaining and cajoling point of words and rhetoric
while lying low in their own hidden shtick.
The voices, text trembles, lost in malignant words
with anger, hate, scorn, disapproving chords,
become acceptable display of thought on speech set free
exempt for theirs and similar company.
Politically incorrect thought exuding malaise
of who can speak or write in poeticly accepted phrase,
freedom and equality lag far behind and suffer
when folks fail to use their mind and not their tongue as buffer.
Don'y judge me harshly
the words I may express less smartly,
are in my heart and on my mind
with rapture and obsession to be kind.
The plum blossom and snow don’t give up in competing for the early spring,
In judgmental dilemma, poets have to put down their pen without concluding.
The plum blossom is not so sparkling and white as the snow radiance,
Whereas the snow loses to the plum blossom in the delicate fragrance.
(tran.)
You asked what fueled such angst
As though therapy lay wait
But as I told my story
Your smile dissolved before my eyes;
And I thought with much surprise
Moonshine could be my friend
Your words floated like ice
Yet my simmered soul stayed bubbly.
You seemed to know my husband
So snug you sat lecturing
And as I held to my story
You said, "...you do you, and he, him."
Morning became electric
You eased up testing waters
I hugged a natural high
While boomerang had you bowing.
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Dear all, because this beat's for the dreamers,
The rhyme-slingers, metaphor-bringers, and meaning-seekers.
We're the Friends of Inkwell, a tribe of our own,
Where every voice matters, every poem's a cornerstone.
There is no judgment here, just open hearts and minds,
We're co-travellers on this journey, leaving no one behind.
Your struggles are mine, your triumphs I'll cheer,
In this circle of trust, there's nothing to fear.
Stanza break? We've got your back.
Writer's block? We'll help you hack.
Meter wobbling? We'll steady your feet.
Rhymes not flowing? We'll help you meet.
We're peer teachers, soul-reachers, inspiration-preachers,
Breaking down walls, we're the judgment impeachers.
Your words are gold, don't let anyone say otherwise,
In our eyes, every line's a prize.
Positivity is our mantra, humanity our guide,
In this space we've created, there's no need to hide.
Bring your raw emotions, your half-formed thoughts,
In this garden of verses, see what blooms from the plots.
We celebrate diversity in style and form,
Free verse or sonnet, haiku or brainstorm.
Your unique voice is what makes us strong,
In our collective, you will always belong.
So pick up that pen, let the ink start to flow,
In this safe space, watch your confidence grow.
We're the Friends of Inkwell, and this is our creed:
Every poet has value, and every story we need.
From novice to master, we're all on this quest,
To express our truths and put our souls to the test.
In joy and sorrow, in triumph and doubt,
We'll lift each other, of that there's no doubt.
So come one, come all, to this poetic feast,
Where every word's sacred, from greatest to least.
In the Friend of Inkwell, you'll find your tribe,
Where creativity flows and positivity thrives.
Remember, dear poets, as you spill your art,
You're not just writers, you are keepers of the heart.
In this space we've created, let your spirit take flight,
For in the Friend of Inkwell, every word shines bright!
Recognition non-judgmental accepts,
Respecting journey of each soul presence.
Arms open in embrace, love stands erect,
Gently steering other in playfulness,
Subtle fragrance of childlike innocence.
No evil in any is resident;
Aberrations we see, misalignment.
In timeless time all align as ordained,
With love sublime in joyful contentment,
Unifying with God, pure and unstained.
15-October-2020
Your hesitancy
is observed yet overlooked,
since love in your heart’s not bloomed.
Perhaps it’s a test,
as of our soul agreement,
which we merely here enact?
“When you judge others, you do not define them, you define yourself.”
~ Earl Nightingale
Why is it we are judgmental about others based on their mistakes?
If you envision yourself as one who's guilty of that, apply the brakes.
We shouldn't be obsessed with another person's faults and flaws.
If we are to be honest with ourselves, we need to sheath our claws.
Often, we pass a verdict on ourselves based on our past behavior,
but that's a conversation to be discussed between us and our savior.
There is only One who has the right to judge each and every one of us.
No ifs, ands, or anything else about criticizing others is there to discuss.
I don't sit on a bench in a black robe and there's no gavel in my hand.
If ever I evaluate someone else, I should be given a stern reprimand.
It's true, we will be gauged by the method in which we measure others.
We'd all have positive thoughts of family and friends, if I had my druthers.
Leave those stones on the ground instead of hurling them at anyone.
You don't know what harm you can do, or what you've already done.
Being judgmental can be very cruel and categorizing people is rude.
Society judges us by class and race. It's time for a change of attitude.
Take a church full of sinners with issues galore,
each needing profoundly the grace of the Lord.
Some trapped in addiction, some weighed down in sin,
some struggling with faith, some who tried but gave in.
Some filled with anger and some with regret,
some who cannot forgive, but there’s one group I fret -
the judgmental crowd. They make it so tough,
thinking they have no sin or that they’re good enough.
And I wish that were all but it’s not for I find,
they poison the whole for they’re willfully blind.
Doing all that they must to protect the charade,
ranking sins amongst others and handing out shame.
Handcrafting a culture that turns out to be,
in direct opposition to what sinners need.
A place to be open, a place to confess,
a place to find comfort, a place to find rest.
A place to find Christ and the healing He gives.
A place to start over, but somehow this lives
in the culture of church after church I observe.
I guess human nature just can’t be deterred.
For it seems to be common despite where I go -
the part poisons all, no one stops it and so
the judgmental crowd wins and history repeats
where they end up the only ones… left in the seats.