Best Rebuke Poems
those words censure -
reverberated in the heart,
that feeling lingered.
Your rebuke
My wisdom brook.
Like to a rust key
An excellent oil on me.
As deep and sore
Yet they are wings to soar.
When distress like an armed man
Comes with the sledge hammer
To break me- into shambles
They make me bold marbles.
And times hatred come to stay
Your love is my lifting ray.
Weary to stop
They keep coming non-stop
The correction from the rods
Comfort among odds
Hurts by the stick
Are scars that make me tick.
The Rebuke.....
By the authority, faith and power of Christ and holly spirit,
All the evil attitudes against a human at this time of year,
Instead of people enjoying their lives,
They lost their lives and becomes crippled on world roads,
Evil that is sent to the hospitals to take human lives,
All the fake deceased that are forged to take human’s life,
All the attitude of destroying the marriages,
Causing conflicts and destroying unities,
Attitude of destroying people’s life,
Stealing their blessings,
The loss of income or employment through retrenchment or dismissal,
High rate of unemployment,
Misunderstandings between rulers of countries and their people,
The plane crashes
In the name of Jesus!
To the people of the world,
I deny or refuse death,
I rebuke sicknesses,
I deny accidents on roads,
I deny bulk death in hospital beds,
I refuse the destruction of marriages,
I refuse the denial of peace and stability within countries and its leaders,
I deny, refuse and rebuke any existence of evil to disturb human peace,
I inject blood of Jesus on every human being and every place where human exist,
I speak of world employment to everyone,
For the sake of children,
I rebuke all troubles and obstacles in human life,
To the end of this world,
God so loved the world, he loved human being
He send his son with eternal life and protection,
By the same name of his son Jesus,
I command, deny, refuse and rebuke all evil acts against human being and countries,
To save human being physically and spiritually and their countries,
Down on earth and to the space,
To the end of this world,
In Jesus name.
……………………………….Amen……………………………………………………..
Rebuke the wind and water,
Tell them not today.
stop the time and still my rhyme.
My love has gone away.
Rebuff all life's advances
send back the proffered rose,
I've lost my breath
in my love's death........
my dreams have gone astray.
She strumpets all into the nights until
around her head the build-up's like fetid, gross cheese;
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still:
Lord! What miracle it'd be were she just a tease!
Her grinning face I loathe and never miss;
to greet her with a large and phallic pecker
delights her—but I swear to God on this:
that I felt then the extreme need to deck her
at the knowledge of her one-hundred lovers!?
Deceived by her (that wily Lolita!),
I curse then forswear her and flee for cover
vowing henceforth to shun that Medusa.
So with luck and some serendipity,
I abscond her wiles with no STD!
Vials of stolen waters are sweet
To the drunkard who drinks
As if he has not drank
Who inside is like bottled up wine
Pouring new wines into an old wine skin
Though he must vent, ready to burst
He considers not that the wines will run out
And that the bottle will perish
Thus, the simple man seeks another drink
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The winebibber staggers and falls into deep ditches
Full of the nectar and the dregs of the flesh
Under the tree of knowledge in fields of subtle venoms
Loaves of secret bread are pleasant
To the glutton who gluts
As if she lacks bread
Wiping her mouth saying she has done no wrong
Though she’s known, a woman given to appetite
Yet she puts not the knife to her throat
Neither considers the dainties before her
That such food id deceitful meat
The strange woman craves more delacacies
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The riotous eater of flesh gnash a mouthful of gravel
Engorged with the grains she grinds
That pierce, alas, like a sword and stabs like a dagger
Whose drowsiness clothes with rags
And covers such impoverished souls
With hunger and sleep, thus you must listen
Guide your heart in the Way
And be not among them
Lest you learn their ways snaring your one soul.
A maple leaf fell off the flag
When Mounted Police hit a snag
Some maple syrup
Stuck to his stirrup
Voilà Sergeant Preston in drag!
June 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 13
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father’s instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTRUCTING ME WITH YOUR REBUKE
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my afflicting selfishness
By Your loving kindness
But also upholding me beyond stubbornness…
Best of all, caring for me with Your goodness.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my vexing transgression
By Your affirming transformation
But also correcting me of my attitude’s corruption…
Best of all, converting me with Your redemptive function.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my irritating iniquity
By Your merciful authority
But also controlling me despite my worldliness-caused infirmity…
Best of all, ruling over me with Your sovereignty.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my humiliating arrogance
By Your meekness-teaching assistance
But also commending me in subduing defiance…
Best of all, wrapping me around Your meekness-anchored deliverance.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my insulting unbelief
By Your truthfulness that smites doubt and brings relief
But also cheering me in my frustration’s grief…
Best of all, asserting to me Your Word-wisdom as principally chief.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my debilitating motive
By Your exposing directive
But also fixing me up through acts, heavenly rehabilitative…
Best of all, strengthening me with Your faith-empowerment so active.
June 20, 2022
Rebuke me not in anger,
Nor discipline in fury.
Be gracious unto me, O LORD,
I’m wasting here; please hurry!
My bones lament their troubles;
My soul is anxious too.
But you, O LORD - how long
Till I’m returned to you?
Save me for your splendid name,
Your staunch, unswerving love,
For death has no remembrance
From Sheol of You above.
I’m wearied from my moaning,
I flood my bed with tears.
My eyes are red because of grief;
I’m weak from all my fears.
Depart from me, you evil ones;
The LORD has heard my cries.
My supplications reach His ear,
To where He sits on high.
(From Psalm 6)
Skeptic piranha parasites leeches onto my spirit
Amongst the grim reaper I shall not go near it
Not rebuking the sins and shame of my wrong choices
I expedite my decisions change the course of my vision
I calmly use the inner voice
Nonchalant dismay
Demons come distraught and play
In adversity in turmoil yet I pray
Rebuking the sins and the shames of my wrong choices
I cater to the quiet holy voices
9/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
In sad times, I recall King’s harassment
Stabbed at a book-signing in NYC
(Did they tell us King refused prosecution?)
Now, let us not forget Bonhoeffer
Young Dietrich in Nazi Germany, forewent
His fiancee’s company to work underground
Even returned from USA only to be nabbed …
Executed by Hitler days before Allied victory!
In the vast riches of my Being
There is a sacred mountain range
In one broad swath of Space
Is the most verdant pine forest
Interspersed with cedars and the occasional oak
Yet the unity, the Consciousness, the Life
Seems eternal, peaceful, safe, even NOW
As I breathe deeply, the tears roll down my face
In one whisper all the swaying branches speak:
Don’t cut me, don’t burn me, for YOUR sake
The corner of sky is cerulean blue
Then a wispy cloud – thought: I must write – passers by
I do not attend. I hover between Being and Form
In my saddest times, I have more means
To defend myself than trees and forests
Than the humble turtle, rumbunctious rhino,
Elegant elephant, or Palestine Molerat
... they may go the way of passenger pigeon and dodo
While I choose perspective over doldrums
I rebuke all of the negativity
I rebuke satan and its troops
I rebuke the rude attitudes
I give gratitude
I rebuke the spirit of downsizing me
I rebuke the evil words
Because Jesus is in control
I can see the hidden faces
Beyond the all-around places
My trust is in the one above
Jesus I truly do love.
AMEN ND AMEN.
***Note:
(A Nugget)
Sometimes SOME people want to put you in a box and talk about you. But they do not really know you. Judgement comes in all forms. Overall, keep on trusting in JESUS. Hold your head up high. Be a blessing to your enemies. Be of great encouragement.
Did we come to a meeting!
Or
Did life shake it's coin!
This path has but problems
So pondering on it makes one
Weary and dreadful
Yes,
At least have just learnt
As the wind blows and my mind saw the truth
It took it's scared head,
Buried it's sting and fled.
Never will it locate me
I am so to allow it's vices,
I have been Bewitched
Mere focusing on my problems
Never thinking of the miracles,
The joy and goodness
It stole my joy for a day
Now I rebuke it,
I must be cheered
Where my pills do not see me
Call my doc,
Is that word alive
Divine intervention come nigh
I feel like a child,
Soaked in it's mess
My head flies
Sorrows aback,
Floating feelings
Lonely to stupor
I need thee
Rebuke me not O Lord
in your anger
And in fervent discipline
in your anger
O Lord you KNOW I AM WEAK
Yet still I fall at your feet
Rebuke me not O Lord
Heed my call
Hear my prayer
Heal me for I Am sick
Heal me my soul is vexed
Deliver me up
Into your righteousness
O Lord you KNOW I AM WEAK
Yet still I fall at your feet
Rebuke me not O Lord
Lord, Father save me from myself
Your mercies are mine to claim
This I do in Jesus name
I'm weak and complaining
In my nightly bed I am swimming
Instead of believing
My heart filled with grief
Because of my enemy
Git thee behind me Satan
Rebuke me not O Lord
God has heard my cries
He's on my side
The Lord has heard my prayers
O Lord you KNOW I AM WEAK
Yet still I fall at your feet
Heed my call
Hear my prayer
Heal me for I Am sick
Heal me my soul is vexed
Deliver me up
Into your righteousness
Rebuke me not O Lord
Lord, Father save me from myself
Your mercies are mine to claim
This I do in Jesus name
Rebuke me not O Lord
Rebuke me not O Lord
PSALM 6
1/6/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
I'm in need of strength to bring reason here
and rip the roof off with pliers
and cut shadow spongy tongue
and replace the false smile of this wind
for some more solid wisdom
than those of supermarket shelves
who doesn't see that we're all fighting
for the same velvety results?
something that brings us the blessing of sundays
the calm heart of breakfasts
spear the anguish with the fork
you know, there's a thrush that lives near here
yesterday landed on my window
and I looked right into the brown of those eyes
I swear they seemed to berate me