Best Remonstration Poems

WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.

We blink in awe to see this
spectacular remonstration 
of pretentious power abruptly
become whirling vortexes
of descending splash downs.

But...

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I am the spark of fire
Come of the heaps of ashes
Of the deceased, 
I am not afraid of death
 I am ever momentary birth
Of the immortality, 
I wake up in the song
Of the Great Time, 
I am on running ever
My soul peeps into obscurity
Like a...

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Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find

Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more

Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With...

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W?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k'sp?l??

alternately titled fun with phonics
'?lt?rn?tli 'ta?t?ld f?n w?ð 'f?n?ks
analogous when like first learning how to spell American English words

?'næl?g?s w?n la?k f?rst 'l?rn?? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz

I thought to feign not knowing how to spell American English words

A? ??t...

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Leave free agents alone
Bully
For they’ve got no time to be the clone
You hurt truly and deeply

In games without aim
Where you torture and suture at will
Treating victims the same
Way happiness you steal

To boost your roost
Bereft of sympathy
Milking hearts reduced
To torture telepathy

Leaving them reeling in horror
At the...

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Bewitched with irri-
tating glows,they ransacks the
purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!

Breaking news;
The Headline: "3 husky rats
ransacking the purse of the nation."
The news: As noted in the
headline of today's consciousness-leaking
news. We'll have to say this with
Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums
With pointed teeths had just robbed
the nation of...

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Mediocre son (me) crafts letter to his papa

Impossible mission to escape end of life woe
visit courtesy grim reaper 
inevitable for every mortal,
whether he/she alive
yesterday, today or tomorrow
quintessentially senescence tabled
upended wrested status quo
belief, dogma, faith...
(i.e. Unitarian Universalism)
albeit atheistic to the core

mine temporal perspective yes and no
affects...

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He jumped into the vehicle,
By the staring he praised the Oracle.
Billed the pedals,scolded the horn,
Clutched the clutch,pricked by fun.

Potholes and howling gutters
KIA on the way, tossing their triggers. 
Hay and dusk blowing ordeals, 
Omen of bitterness lurking in the lorry.

And then he visited the filling...

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clumsy coal complaining
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens

on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace

daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig

etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02...

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Precious priceless progeny 

     Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffled priorities such that the helpless newborn necessitated immediate attention. 
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w?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k 'sp?l??

Ð?s na? b?'g?nz 'fib?l ?'t?mpt
tu 'r?nd?r ra?m f?r no? 'riz?n
?'p?nd?d w?ð f?'n?t?k træn'zle???n
'me?nli æz 'ple?f?l tiz z?n
s?'n?n?m?s ?'mæ??n?? 'ti???
s?d '?ks?r?sa?z tu 'ig?r '??ldr?n

ri'ma?nd?? 'rid?rz ðæt j??
ænd 'r?stl?s w?ð 'sp?ti ?'t?n??n
hir 'spo?k?n w?rd wa?l ?n 'jut?ro?,
po?st 'ne?t?l, 's?bs?kw?ntli w?n
hi/?i 'p?r?ts 'p?r?nt(?s)...

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Emergency Circumstances 

A heavyweight contender for the Consellation Crown
A ready to wait pretender of a serious genuine frown 
A street sweeping vendor in the middle of a mid-western town
A parcel marked return to sender while the  is going down

There is no knight or white...

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When Grandpa died and his clock still ticked,
he fell from a ladder by a tree -
nor could that clock on the wall predict
when I died at age twenty-three.

A traveling artist, who, out of luck, 
implored gramps (...how'd he know his name?) 
My grandpa was kind....

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Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight,
There stretches a silent expanse that separates us,
It swells with each orphaned beat of time,
Filling with quicksilver, with murmurs of suspicion under a pallid moon.
Through unseen veils, I feel the coolness of the evening - a...

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