Best Remonstrance Poems
Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain;
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a
tenured mantic
Trading the rationed provenance of open spaces for
gratuitous providence of flowering oases
Prudently forming each tribal alliance; deviously skirting
terms of compliance
Hearth covering from servile herd exacted; animistic
seams redacted
Burdened traveler in psychosomatic trance; by warming
flame, pyromantic
Each tenement provisioned by industrious wives; lofty
presentiment
Hospitality granted to imploring drifters; enmity shown
to extorting grifters
Power of a fancy
over good reason,
My imagination !
A force of nature
trust or truth,
delight of an immature?
No war no red earth
no remonstrance,
A fascination ?
Bumptious or chagrined
deeply possessed neurotic,
an absconding notion ?
Pulling me in pool of love
then announce exile,
Inchoate insight ?
My imagination
makes me a fool,
A weird hallucination ?
Written by Dr. Upma A. Sharma
on 21/5/14
Sponsor- Dave wood
contest- Imagination
Awarded 6th place
Now for contest- One word title (new / old)
Sponsor - SKAT A
I saw those men in solemn chain trooping from the line
hand on shoulder, link to link their bandaged eyes gas blind.
The image burned upon my soul, and tied me to their chain
A scene imbued with haunting light, my retina retains.
The pock marked fields of battered earth with human debris clad,
the lifeless shell shocked look of men, stare neither sane nor mad.
The sepia tinted photographs of horrors captured mime
Burst like exploding shrapnel in the crater of my mind
The pages turn and blur the eyes of we who gaze aghast
and rational defies the sombre images that pass
The jaundiced eye of victory, a truth tells through the lens
but monochromes in battered frames declare true fate of men
These albums of the ghosts of war demand a heavy toll
with nightmares of the conscience that stain the very soul
Untidy groups of forfeit men awaiting fates last chance
accuse from yellowed paper in their posed heroic stance
Gaunt and lost they blindly stare with sad and frightened gaze
their memory like photographs are fading with the glaze
Creased and tear stained photo cards, memorabilia of a war
Evidence and remonstrance like poppies bloody flower.
A fugitive
A fugitive I maybe ....
but I don't wait for the dark,
Living as a vagabond
and spreading clinquant spark,
As sun lights my path
intuition ushers aftermath,
Remonstrance doesn't curb
when prowess rides the nerve,
A fugitive I maybe ...
Written April 2nd, 2016
For contest by Julia Ward
Hymns Sung in Summer Rain
David J Walker
Driven by wind and rain
She sings the same
As if the sun
Shown as a halo
In her hair
The same as if
clouds were silver
bordered in dark swirls
of crass girandole syllables
with a flair
The same as if
no one dare
challenge a remonstrance
painted the name
of fained care
the same as if
the sun
and the halo
were never there
Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance
Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance
Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance
Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance
Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance
Bartering for a brokered, fatuous, amorous romance
Initiating a coarse, trite parlance
Scoring a lusty, lively, lurid dance
Surrendering to the leveraged buy out with due penance
Shearing, shackled inhibitions for a night of undocumented remittance
Shackled by a conscience that bears the reproach of my debauched demonstrance
Shielded from the mediating law of recompence by my willful ignorance
Surrounded by the guilt of my insatiable intemperance
Struggling to find the source of my carnal provenance
Sheltered by a boorish pride that stifles availing repentance
Separated from a mitigating mercy by a lingering recalcitrance
Sequestered from a graceful respite because of my strident indifference
Shamelessing skirting sanctifying succor through my froward inconstance
Stubbornly languishing in the throes of an indomitable, fleshly resistance
Shaking as I continuously ponder the deeds of my immoral exuberance
Spontaneously trembling as my jaded psche haunts with an eternal vigilance
Why mimic thus the feeble bee
And flutter over each lovely flower
Where is the harp I strung for thee
The wing I braced with growing power
I gave thee not the sprightly flute
To call the dance and wake the song
I gave you not the breathing lute
A lovers sighing to prolong
The harp I gave you was once my own
But seldom struck by mortal hand
Its cords are deep, and wild it’s tone
And nature owns its stern command
Then plunge amid the battle storm
Fire with its peals the hero’s breast
Nor waste a note on beauty’s form
To win a smile, and lose thy rest
Or catch, amid the blazing sky
The melody of rolling spheres
Nor let the beam of beauty’s eye
Profane thy song or wake thy fears
Imperial night, your proud face sheets
escarpements of history and space...
All your dark volume encloses wells of roses
wherein their liquid capes of blood
reflect the school of living things
Imperial night, eternity's black wine
flows before your indifferent throne
and petals all your shield of useless blooms,
before which love has faltered, with nets of cast-off remonstrance
Imperial night, time and all its freight of wasted joy
will to the scalene fires
and produce from their diagonal affections
those blank flowers of wordless creation
which adorn as they approach your disdainful sight
and petals all your shield of useless blooms,
before which love has faltered, with nets of cast-off remonstrance
Filched Physiognomy - Mine!
Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance
no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance
nor allies to help me combat
battle fatigue require
ring superman endurance
to muster strength
to stand erect else ambulance
will whisk away husky
embarrassing appearance
loose fitting clothing
jelly roll appurtenance
overnight digital readout,
asper body mass index
scaled quick ascendance,
thus when showering,
I look askance
fearing bulging balloon
will necessitate assistance
else... diet of worms
as only assurance
safeguarding body electric
against hecklers at open casket
no matter, a small perchance
crowd in attendance
yea... eventual cremation
after life only fat chance
to alleviate present circumstance
heavy matter fails security clearance
the price for astute cognizance
weak willpower alighting countenance
esse pie ying sweet treats
now measures taken to counterbalance
to fight temptation and dalliance
overruling feasting craving delectation
to restore trim deliverance
love handles around equator
no magician can render disappearance
yes the discontinuance
of just dessert must maintain distance
without being weighed
down with disturbance
by heaviest haunch
ain't no elegance
lugging extra encumbrance
when throughout my early life,
skinny, yet able to steel glance
mirrored reflection now grievance,
where wistful memory
ha...ironic insouciance
more so than
today finds intolerance,
thus woebegone issuance
thorn in muss hide
to experience jubilance
hmm...maybe a strong
arm can lance
excess flab quite a nuisance
to defy gravity, why penance
sans unsightly paunch
yours truly laments skin
tight fit, thus petulance
lame excuse unwanted protuberance
necessitates dedicated pursuance
recollection of washboard
abdomen impossible, yes
nothing accomplished by remonstrance!
Let me bear trials and pain
Without complaint or holler;
Let me endure the rough rain
And strong storm or vile weather.
Let me display forbearance
Under strain, hurt, and heartache;
Let me beat the remonstrance,
Even the wrong or mistake.
Let me be firm and steadfast,
In spite of opposition;
Let my toleration last,
Despite the provocation.
Let me possess fortitude,
To withstand difficulty;
Let me have the attitude
Of braving my misery.
Let me have constant effort
To achieve my greatest goal;
Erasing my grime and dirt,
For redemption of my soul.
Form: Tanaga
Like a fear-filled cactus bud, I keep my heart shut.
Like prey before predators, I become wary.
Fearing myself, I hide myself within my hut.
Unknown loads, involuntarily, I carry.
I flatter, in the name of cool conversation.
I demand respect instead of commanding it.
Virtues, in day-to-day life, find degradation.
Values, like salt-tinged iron, corrode bit-by-bit.
Selfishness and self-righteousness find their zenith
Deception, like the mirage, misleads the conscience.
Truthfulness has turned into an obsolete myth.
Tolerance faces herein constant remonstrance.
Stress, strain, sadness, and sorrow prosper and flourish.
All that had been considered good becomes rubbish.
Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear . . .
once starlight
languished
in your hair . . .
a shining there
as brief
as rare.
Regret . . .
a pain
I chose to bear . . .
unleash
the torrent
of your hair . . .
and show me
once again—
how rare.
“Sleep”
Somnus, Somnus
Those sweet words my mother sang to me
It is a wonderful state to be
How much I long for it
How much I need It.
Somnus, Somnus
For I have been asleep far too long
I have been dead in myself
I have not seen the light or heard a song
I have ignored Him
Somnus, Somnus
I cannot get peace from it
Because I have not run to Peace
Somnus, Somnus
Now I have awakened
I have seen the light, I have heard a song
I have seen His Light and heard His Song
Somnus, Somnus
I can now lay my head down a rest
Because I have been given what’s best
Somnus, Somnus
Those sweet words my mother sang to me
Now take on a new melody
Wonderful Word of Life, Amazing Grace
I will now run the race
I have no friend in remonstrance
Somnus, Somnus
I lay my head down in good conscience
Somnus, Sleep
Those sweet words my mother sang to me
It is a wonderful state to be
How much I long for it
How much I need It.
Somnus, Somnus
For I have been asleep far too long
I have been dead in myself
I have not seen the light or heard a song
I have ignored Him
Somnus, Somnus
I cannot get peace from it
Because I have not run to Peace
Somnus, Somnus
Now I have awakened
I have seen the light, I have heard a song
I have seen His Light and heard His Song
Somnus, Somnus
I can now lay my head down a rest
Because I have been given what’s best
Somnus, Somnus
Those sweet words my mother sang to me
Now take on a new melody
Wonderful Word of Life, Amazing Grace
I will now run the race
I have no friend in remonstrance
Somnus, Somnus
I lay my head down in good conscience
“Sleep”
Somnus, Somnus
Those sweet words my mother sang to me
It is a wonderful state to be
How much I long for it
How much I need It.
Somnus, Somnus
For I have been asleep far too long
I have been dead in myself
I have not seen the light or heard a song
I have ignored Him
Somnus, Somnus
I cannot get peace from it
Because I have not run to Peace
Somnus, Somnus
Now I have awakened
I have seen the light, I have heard a song
I have seen His Light, and heard His Song
Somnus, Somnus
I can now lay me head down a rest
Because I have been given what’s best
Somnus, Somnus
Those sweet words my mother sang to me
Now take on a new melody
Wonderful Word of Life, Amazing Grace
I will now run the race
I have no friend in remonstrance
Somnus, Somnus
I lay my head down in good conscience