Best Rejoinder Poems
Plant Not your seeds in Poor
soil. Heinous and Quagmire
loves society. Yet,
you seclude yourselves from
your very own seed that
you have planted. But, Why?!
Non compos mentis
at the time?!... Were you
Callous?!... Or maybe
Myopic?!... Even
society that
claims to be so
Erudite has
no rejoinder.
Complicity
lurks within
the poor soil.
Be Chary
when you
Make your
S-E-E-D-S!
Pace, G.
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-15-2012
~ At last! ~ At last! As
a sweet rejoinder to Him my
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I
marveled in the benignity of my
Lord. For imparting to me, the
liberal blessing of my life ...
and for giving me His
eternal assurances.
For delivering me ...
returning me to a veracious, and overt; amenable
position-of-hope-and faith in Him. Yes-for-purging-and
lifting; empowering and molding ... maturing me, indemnifying
me in His certitude, and enduring graciously the-horrid-penalty;
of my willful prides contumacy. For ne’er to trammel the ambling
of my committed volition. In the greater wisdom and grace of their
instruction I willingly did revolt in sheer defiance before His tender
eyes of mercy. (Amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness)).
Distinguishing only those weary days apart from the welcome and
gentle fervor, of His embrace; and so, through this detachment,
and His patient hands my heart’s longing was brought to know
compassion and to be absolvitory. As written on my heart,
and being able ... today, and thankful to Him to see. Of the
many roads I have peregrinated down, illuminated upon
this narrow path, of God’s all-inclusive way ... it is all I
~ have come to truly discern, of an aeolian peace. ~
The words of this poem, form the reference in shape and idea; of a heavenly amphora.
It only takes a few years gone
for everyone to forget that song;
though often later generations
will not keep their venerations
of cherished family now long past,
faint memories die off real fast!
Faces lost, even distant laugh,
if not captured in photograph;
portraits peel and fade away
unless in museum they do stay,
and even when on wall they bask,
most future viewers often ask
“Who is that person? Who were they?
Were they important in their day?”
Statuary might be concrete,
memoirs can be indiscreet,
tombstones often wear away,
nothing on Earth can long stay;
we return to dust, one in the same
while only few win lasting fame.
I SURRENDER
Mystic misty night took entry.
Sky spreading starry tapestry:
Charm and wonder!
Sea waves rolling roaring swell, bulge.
Aqua opulence drifting in surge:
Simple splendor!
Forest full of flora-fauna.
calls my curious persona.
Wish to wander.
Magic and marvels of Nature
Sometimes miracles to capture.
Smart rejoinder.
Lilac lavender love trying to feel
with glamorous amorous thrill:
Ardent ardor!
I surrender.
07/17/20
First place
Strand Completely New (10) Contest by Brian Strand
'Battle of Most Acclaimed Poems 2020 ' Contest by John Hamilton
Love is [true love] not
love that alters [it does] when
it does alteration find.
Rejoinder to William Shakespeare’s Sonnet # 116?
DEAR GOD,
why must I see the road blocked--
and make the about-turn?
I want to know something--
why must all my dream become oblique
and blatantly bare?
your generosity stills stands--
waiting to inject my pessimisms.
in absolute rejoinder, God I agree
the solemnity, the gravity, all that matters.
I stand to be corrected now.
I stand to be given another luck, God.
by placing me anthropocentrically--
I got myself condoned on that glorious tree,
God why did you do that?
why did they bow to me for instance--
capitulating their will under my foot?
or does it mean they pray me?
I am just a piece of the clay--
and you know that God
my righteousness is underdone
it has empty existence at all, God!
I. Warning Note
Your heart, I have seen
Your sorrowful heart
He would outwit them
As always, He’d done
Master has power, inestimable
He can’t be o’erpowered
So, good trade this’ll be
These were your thoughts
Yes, so right you were.
They won’t keep Him back
No, death and grave can’t
This, he told you
Your heart, I see
Your sorrowful heart
To repent,
To hope
Let it lead you
How did you learn?
All your failings, He forgave
Even this, will pass
Go not that way
The way of death
It’s the Serpent calling
II. Suicide Letter
Haunt me no more
Let me, rest take
Let me, this way go
Lest I be vexed to death
With the torment of shame
The sting of reproach
The curse of requital
Nay, the judgment
That of condemnation
Haunt me no more
Death must receive me
Now, it must receive me
III. Rejoinder in Death
O son of perdition,
Son of rebellion
How I longed
To, from your ways, turn you
Calling and calling
Lucifer filled your heart
Him you gave a foot
A foot and a hold
And now, your foot
In his hold
Will forever be
The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.
His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.
The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing decadence of moral continuation.
It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.
What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.
Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.
What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”
There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.
Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.
Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBZACUxTFLU&feature=related
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""Papa what about spring... ?"
"I don't know Son, Killdeer-draw-
you-away from their-nest, Blue-jays-
holler-to-all about-it, hungry-father
fox he knows-about-it... .
Kinder-yes I think-much gentler-Spring,
when the-rejuvenation is just first-arriving-
reminds-me of the-back-and-breaststrokes-
holding-your-breath while-doing-a-crazy-twirl,
all-the-(W)orld-alive-with-energy-(S)urrounded-
(T)ogether-in-warmth.
Saw three of them Kamikaze my humble dog-one
day. Samba just hit the grass rolled over boxed away-
at-them old Blue-jays on his back-yelping; I laugh, he
was-just a pup-then.
Best way to compare it... I would think Spring;
"The-hands of-time are-alliterate-Spring-is-but-the-brunt of this-
each Season-carry's snow-caped mountains-berries in-the-valleys-
lilies-in the-meadow-pine in the woods squirrels-rummaging-in-the-
trees.
Bird-Dogs are quite capable of pointing this out... as still-this-hope,
Spring-it-is I believe its-rejoinder-to-us for our-Winter's-supplications,
the-(h)arvest of-the-(w)heat-in the-fall (S)pring-rains I feel-remind-(u)s.
The Summer-Sun-always toasting-the memory's golden-brown... .""
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FF-pzG_XWY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/
http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html
http://www.bartleby.com/118/2.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18CJGlp5eiI&feature=related
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=269419
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I took my dog for a walk on the beach.
Ran into Karen and she started to preach.
Plastic bags times three; filled with doggie debris.
People polluting the beach she decreed.
I smiled politely turning to continue on my way.
Apparently, she had a whole lot more to say.
I listened disinterested and mostly ambivalent.
Thinking, how could anyone be so ignorant?
When a seagull swooped by and did something magnificent.
It was the perfect rejoinder to this entire incident.
Without displaying too much emotion;
I wondered, how much of that gets dropped in the ocean?
Karen’s face was filled with disgust.
Now a parting shot just was a must.
Imagine if we tried to bag the lot of it.
Could we fill our oceans with all that plastic?
I tipped my hat and headed on my way.
Wishing Karen, a most wonderful day.
Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.
Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the
paper.
Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.
The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.
I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,
......as the moon is beginning to wax.
I smell fresh light wafting
near this dissolving darkness
I hear its faint ringing
the second hand ticking
while the refrigerator hums
and the distant driver drones
I tensely anticipate
the first tweet to ripple the silence
a tentative answer
an assertive reply
a confident rejoinder,
the ensuing cacophony of chirps
and
the distant driver cross fading
into the morning commute.
So
right now
in the warmth
of this darkness
before
the tiniest
glimmer
glints
before
the bubble of dawn
creeps in
and blasts it away
before
it's burned
in the cold cruel reality of
all consuming light
I'm holding onto this
precious moment
Black mass,
A spear and a shield ,
The chest dark in shining bravado,
Oh, the songs that meet in crescendo,
African warrior stands on your door.
With the skin of his fathers,
The color of his strength,
His feet wet on dew,
And his firm arms rest in endeavor,
African warrior approaches!
The tremor from his foot fall,
Distorts the stillness ,
And his sure voice,
Gives songs of the tribe a rejoinder,
African warrior stands on the mount’.
The blood of his fathers,
Wets the soil of his rising,
The sun bleeds in the west,
Forming shadows of his back,
African king wields his spear!
With the faith of his mother,
And the tender love of his woman,
The breaking cry of his son,
And the bellowing of his herds,
African warrior roams the land.
Ngugi Ndegwah
When the world ends,i will be a man,
of unhealthy appearance,
spineless,a life of hardship.
Wrestling with my conscience,under difficulties,
assumed the presidency by fraud,
killed thousands of innocent people,overheated the planet.
I was the great seducer,according to master plan.
The world ruler.
Hiding in my capsule now,waiting the unexpected.
Death awaits all men,
tickling my vanity again.
The rejoinder of power thirsty.
Keep to the path,
and posterity will be the judge.
Knocking on heaven's door,
the man who sold the world.
This is the wife’s rejoinder to my earlier post – HUSBAND. Of course, both are written with male and female perspectives and are a figment of my imagination.
I thought I married a scrupulous, true gentleman,
how did he ever become a sly, conniving ‘yes’ man?
When did he ever buy me a real precious stone?
All he does is buy the cheapest American clone
My husband believes he’s as funny as they come
I humour him all along, in front of his adoring mom
He thinks he wears the proverbial pants at home
I let him be, as long as he is willing to stay home
Not that his company is preferable to that of women
Once outside, at women he’ll gawk, men will be men
All his show and admittance of love is just a farce
Most men are narcissistic and selfish, love is scarce
I had expressed many a time my undying love for him
He says I am a good actor, and I should do well in a film
He’s romantic though, but always at the wrong time
His spirits, high during dinner, are out before bedtime
Let me say the most truthful thing ever, however
The truth that takes root, lasts in our heart forever
Neither man nor woman is complete in all aspects
Only together they can be complete in all respects
mbfarookh