Best Reproaching Poems
Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as the sun glimmers silver
against the mazarine sky, teasing me as they tickle past.
Fragrant petals glitter waking sunlight that slowly dries the dew
upon the delicate stamen lashes in your compassionate blue eyes.
Bright and gentle, they watch as the shadows creep slowly through the forest
gazing upon each tiny detail, the changing hues, each movement, and me.
I can feel them watch me, caress me and, sometimes angry, burn me,
but as quickly, your bud drips its viscous nectar to cool the seething flames
and you quiver your branches in chiding whispers of reproaching laughter
as I sulk like a child enveloped in your caring, calming, airy shade.
I lean against your smooth lovely bark and you soothe me.
Long and tall reaching to touch the pillows at the tender feet of heaven,
your slender leafy fingertips spread above me shading my heavy, moist brow.
Though older than I your timeless wisdom entices and allures me.
Oh beautiful gentle tree, how easily could I love you.
03/18/17
*I've been called a 'shrew,' told I am self centered, petty, and a few other rather insulting and invective names, so here is my rebuke.
Who plays the straight man for the one known as 'Schmoe?'
It's the Jester who juggles where ever Schmoe tells him to go.
Then there's Mr. DoGoody who seeks the spotlight of fame,
reproaching PS poets by pointing his finger at them in shame.
Three fatuous figures who lie in wait for Poetry Soup blogs
Croaking like three pompous bullfrogs in criticizing dialogues
Verbal abusers, slanderer of a nation, and he who prances
hoping to give Schmoe, his bro, the stage... the lackey dances.
It's a tragic case of fools rushing in where wiser men never go
A disease suffered by the egos of DoGoody, Jester, and Schmoe
A threesome pretending they're Red Barons in control of awacs
but they're just three old wacky muggins, Poetry Soup Quacks.
Ask a question and see what nonsense they will spew at you
Swearing their intent is righteous, and their cause is true blue,
but the more they protest, the deeper the holes they are digging.
A misguided clique always zagging when they should be zigging.
So if you bother to read what they write, just consider this...
the underlying meaning to their dribble shows what's amiss.
It's a game they play...one where they often make mistakes
Nuts have to be added to the batter while making a fruitcake
Now if you're thinking I'm just as guilty for some name calling,
I'm ready to be under attack with their whining and squalling.
I've already been accused by DoGoody of talking behind his back...
So here I am, you're all unblocked if you want to talk more smack.
The egg I hatched from,
the being I've been fed for nine months.
The first one that hugged me with her warmth.
The first time I've been told how beautiful I was, even if I was one more newborn child.
A sunny day by the end of June my mother had her dream in her arms, while I was in a deep dream under her wings.
You kept me for a while,
not for long time.
Soon you took me far to
another country, without your
feathers to keep me warm.
You left me when I needed you the most into a challenging life.
Mother, you didn't know, but you left me in the best hands.
I grew up with another mother, she has been with me in my cries, my nights awake, my first steps, my first teeth, my sickness, my whole life.
Mother, you never forgave me that I loved her more than you.
You were always reproaching me about what you did wrong.
You were jelous about her,
my auntie, my real mother,
the one dind't laid the egg,
but the one that took care about the bird.
After years we made peace.
We were not as we should be,
but we got closer and closer. I understood you in the end.
The worst came, you got sick, then your little bird took care about you before you flew above the rainbow. Mother, you must know that day, a piece of me died forever.
I forgave you, because now I know you did the best for me to have a better life.
Now I just want to take care about my other mum, as she did always with me.
Mother, just to tell you one more thing...How lucky I am that I had two Mothers.
Who could have known of their watch
Who could have told of their suspicion
Who could have told
That they were the harbingers
To my resurrection?
Me, I sat there
Plummeted
Engrossed in my ingratitude
Occasionally
Languishing
Betraying the illusion
And I remember, too,
Lingering in the thirsty
Emptiness
Mummified
Entwined in my solitude.
Sometimes
Before the Eolithic era
Which refracted by dioptric
Prometheus moulded his man
There were no leaves on branches
No bark on the trunks
No undergrowth in the forest
No sweat on the pores.
I opened the cataract
on my veins
the silence of the stars
surged forth
down the rivers on my palm-
leaving deserts behind.
Sensing disturbance
In my oblivion
Reproaching my rebirth
I reached out for the present
Leaving no spoor.
Centuries after
I arrived at the end of my hibernation
At the beginning of their quest
I had not solicited, I swear!
Mother, they said
These cracks on your face
In the shape of nations
Who will mend them?
Those aliens
Who daily defile your rivers
Make love to your beaches
Shitting on your mountains
Who will excoriate their oddity?
Those derelicts
Shaking your constellation
To balance the ecology:
Who will indite the epilogue?
Those dirty mercenaries
Who raped your plains
Plundered your joy:
Who will expiate the outrage?
Who will resurrect
Your majesty?
Who will deflect
The holocaust?
I would like to dance
in a midst of an African party
wearing masks, half-nude,
feeling the beat,
the rhythm,
and the heat across my chest.
Then I would like to fly
under the infinite Asian sky
liberating my soul, heart, and mind
under the effect of the Indonesian rice wine.
Then I would live for the white tundra
in a solitary confinement,
reproaching myself differently,
maybe in a more philosophic aspect.
Returning, I would go to the Caribbean,
praying the life,
hugging the sea, kissing the sun,
and singing, singing for the humanity
far, far in infinity.
You were beautiful, sweet, kind;
Reassuring of your conviction.
Trepidation ringing in my mind
I focused on your profession.
I tried us both to cajole, convince,
If I showed you a kingdom of gold,
I could be your shining prince,
And watch our dreams unfold.
I searched, struggled, and drove
For panacea elusive; bejeweled.
An intricate and faulty tale I wove
Over the crumbling house I ruled.
Sadly, little did I realize
Instead of rescuing, enriching;
Never grasping the real prize,
My illusion was more bewitching.
So, instead of bliss replete
A nightmare invaded my slumber.
Expectation gave way to defeat
For reality had my number.
Tired and mangled, you were
Crying out in emotive agony.
I awoke from my awful stupor
Not your man but your enemy!
Grief, overwhelming and fierce.
My eyes burning with tears,
Sorrow my heart did pierce,
Knowing I epitomized my fears.
"I never loved you, Mistake.
I am alive. You’re dead.
No more hopes; they’re fake.
Just like us and our bed!"
"You hurt me and used me.
Oh, now it’s my turn!
Today, from you I’m free.
So let your feelings burn!”
Your words cut us asunder
Or were we ever together?
Spells of lies we were under.
Lo, simply a fate-less ether.
Yes, you meant to leave me.
Had your commitment waned?
Maybe you never meant "we?"
Well, your love is no longer feigned.
Now, I stand alone again;
Scarred, bruised but not beaten.
Not solo, with a true Friend;
Forbidden fruit not eaten.
With no earthly fortune; a pauper,
But heavenly royalty in the making.
I’m a healing man and proper
With faith and love not shaking.
True love is never fleeting.
Grace and truth aren't blind.
Commitment without entreating,
Two souls can forever bind.
One day fast approaching
I will be someone’s knight again.
Without shame's reproaching,
She will love me in the end.
So, goodbye my love jilted.
Peace and blessings to you.
By your memory no longer guilted,
My journey with you is through.
Tomorrow a new day dawns
With all promise abundantly.
Such excitement it spawns
Wrapped in splendored panoply.
Amidst fuel crisis that makes us down
God’s merciful ears are never shut down
Ready with His power to reach us down
Fortifying faith from being knocked down
Though miserably tempted to slow down.
Vanquishing attacks of reproaching doubt
Our souls desperately persist to hide pout
While cheered up by the Lord’s exhorting shout
For tenacious triumph against gloom’s bout.
We thank the Almighty Who grants great grace
Along ceaseless heavenly greeting rays
Warming our hearts to offer worship praise.
Beyond engulfing panic shines peace-light
Of care and sharing with prayer delight…
Our faith exalts* Christ in His supreme reign.
Bountiful blessings indeed pouring down
Celestially flowing with no time-out
Guaranteed devoid of scarcity’s trace
Driving us above mediocrity-flight
Propelled by His hand for stewardship gain.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
April 14, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Minuanetta Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/23/2020.
Midst covenant sealed by fidelity
assured along HIS immutable Word,
I, being carnal, succumbed to luring temptation
as a faith-traitor, flirting with the world
oblivious of my vow to love GOD with all of my heart...
...Guilty was I of betraying my Saviour
grieving Him and reproaching His name---
then when I confessed* my sins and errors
He, verily faithful, pardoned me completely
along His compassion that drew me more intimately to Him.
Meanwhile, my soul languished, victimized in a scammed venture
cognizant that the culprits were whom
I considered my trusted friends, serving as vessels of blessings---
they fooled me, rendering my contract with them as futile
hence, nullifying my investments --- all by their deceit…
...Struggling hard to accept their “sorry”
I agonized bearing the load of my justice-plight
Thus, I prayed to be a true “forgiveness-giver”
Grateful to God that I received His wondrous grace...
Indeed, “To err is human; to forgive, divine.”**
*1John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he (God) is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
**Alexander Pope, in the poem "An Essay on Criticism", Part II, 1711.
February 7, 2020
2nd place, "Famous poetic lines 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/9/2020.
Offering sanctuary,
a soulful sea summons me.
And uttering soothing sounds
promises to set me free.
Cascading breakers mimic
the applause of clapping hands.
A whisper on the wind, She
draws me to her shifting shores.
Reproaching insanity,
I turn my back on the sea.
And start to admonish Her
for the way She beckons me.
Death awaits me; the moment
I acquiesce to Her plea.
Yet amidst my tears and pain,
She speaks of tranquility.
There is so little gentleness in me, so little fire.
Don`t touch my stubborn lips with your ones any more.
Oh, God, it`s only you who knows how much I`m sick and tired
Of longing for him and being always left alone.
I`m all hot passion now and then I`ll turn into cold winter.
Or do you love me, darling? I don`t know.
I gave you my heart but you cannot keep it. You don`t need it.
I wonder, was I too fast or too slow?
I`m not reproaching you but crying cause this love is hurting.
We are like black and white – so different… Damn this all!
But I can`t overcome this pain and stop this endless torture.
Without you I am a dull and senseless doll.
May 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 1-4
Key Verse – Nehemiah 1:11 O Lord, I beseech thee, let now thine ear be attentive to the prayer of thy servant, and to the prayer of thy servants, who desire to fear thy name: and prosper, I pray thee, thy servant this day, and grant him mercy in the sight of this man…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ATTENTIVE PRAYER LISTENER
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst reproaching affliction
Thank You for bringing me to Your beseeching mercy and love’s consolation
Always cheering me to overcome stressful situation
By Your joy of salvation.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst afflicting sinfulness
Thank You for granting me answers to my requests’ earnestness
Always healing me from sorrow-causing sickness
By Your welfare-seeking helpfulness.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst consuming pride
Thank You for strengthening me against doubts that deride
Always allowing me to progress in my holiness’ stride
By Your power to overcome challenges that have me tried.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst hindering delays
Thank You for upholding me so I can give You sincere praise
Always restoring me toward revival ways
By Your protecting grace.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst scorning humanism-blight
Thank You for checking me against secularism’s might
Always teaching me what is biblically right
By Your Word that shows Your truth so bright.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst attacking misery
Thank You for fighting for me against deceiving adversary
Always pulling me from feebleness’ fury
By Your counsel for my victory.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst besieging burdens
Thank You for propelling me labor and harvest in fruitfulness’ gardens
Always sanctifying me against bitterness that hardens
By Your mercy which peacefully gladdens.
May 2, 2023
Wondrous miracle of majestic height
Christ’s resurrection* vanquishes death’s blight
Assuring redemption for celestial flight!
Beautifying indeed Gospel story
Christ arose, and such exalts Deity’s glory
Verily sealing believers’ blessed victory!
Sufficing eternal life’s divine extravagance
Blissfully offering peace-abundance
The resurrected Christ anchors faith’s elegance!
Freedom against sins’ grievous lockdown-chain
Prevails midst grace, devoid of hatred stain
Through Jesus Christ Who does forever reign!
Resurrection triumphs heaven’s Almighty voice
Silencing skeptics with their reproaching noise…
Now, grateful, in CHRIST* we trust and earnestly rejoice!
1Peter 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
April 12, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK 10,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/12/2020.
The first, carefree summer day a somnolent tune doth swagger
An intense heat hovers then releases a permeable dagger
Sapped of inner resolve, at noon retired to shaded bower, a truant
lagger
At eventide, resuscitated from the cool respite, from my shielded
lair did stagger
The next, searing day shorn of shirt and shoes but with my dignity
intact
I alight from my screened porch assured that my taut skin would
the beaming waves refract
A soothing, afternoon breeze ripples; my chest hairs retract
Traipsing along, unencumbered by the elements, I skip through the
manicured tract
My bare feet absorbing the ground's subducted heat
Disheveled hair, a fluttering mane swaying to my hip hop beat
The soft grass blades caressing my knobby ankles like a velvety
sheet
A winged armada skirting the shock waves pulsing from my
reproaching feet
Treading into lush, green garden cloaked with ingratiating beams
of light
Each, leafy tent bowing paying homage to the sun's infernal might
The pleasant aroma of waxy corn leaves and glossy ferns my
nostrils delight
The sweet scent of mellow berries and ripening mellons my taste
buds insight
At dusk, my barefoot odyssey abruptly comes to an end
A grizzled, sizzled wayfarer, to my artificial estate I slowly wend
Blithe journey my spirits exulted, but pain in my tendered parts did
the sublimity ammend
A cherry red shroud covering a weathered rind looking for soothing
balms my misery to tend
Strangers meeting in the dark, quiet night
Lonely paramours who could no longer their burning desires fight
Striving their languishing, tenuous relationships to slight
Two, opportunistic souls seeking infidelities' penalty to blight
An impromptu rendezvous their amorous natures to delight
A trite, chemical connection that shares no keen insight
Two shadows gleefully reproaching the availing light
A truant love that needs only a spark to ignite
Spright hearts that willfully unite and secretly spite
Froward minds ignoring their deviant course and diabolical plight
Carefree spirits quickly bond then take flight
Every fleeting stare, stealthy kiss pressing borrowed time with all
their might
Holpen hands lustily caress the moment, then callously wholesome
love requite
Writhing bodies cling tightly, then at dawn's first glint alight
January 12 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 34-36
Key Verse – Genesis 35:3 And let us arise, and go up to Bethel; and I will make there an altar unto God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with me in the way which I went.
FAITH IN GOD WHO LEADS US TO ARISE
God leads us to arise, lifting us away from defiling transgression
Letting our souls, by faith to cleave to Him around His compassion…
Love He bestows upholds us in His peace-brightened vision
Lord of our lives is He Who meets us in our fellowship’s session.
God leads us to arise, longing for us to dwell in His promised land
Letting our eyes, by faith to find pleasure in His gracious command…
Love He grants drives us from deceitful and reproaching band
Lord of our lives is He Who propels us to follow His guiding hand.
God leads us to arise, listening to us with His hearkening mercy
Letting our hearts, by faith to delight in His honourable clemency…
Love He endows moves us to behold His commission’s urgency
Lord of our lives is He Who provides us substantial sufficiency.
God leads us to arise, liberating us from spoiling religious strain
Letting our aims, by faith to increase our trust toward service-gain…
Love He showers preserves us to be worshipful along His reign
Lord of our lives is He Who soothes us in our weariness-pain.
God leads us to arise, lightening us up in our pursuit for holiness
Letting our commitment, by faith to offer with sacrifice-willingness…
Love He gives builds up our testimony against worldliness
Lord of our lives is He Who molds us for fruitfulness’ worthiness.
God leads us to arise, lavishing us with His blessings’ flow
Letting our gratitude, by faith to express our praise-glow…
Love He instills prevails over our distress’ blow
Lord of our lives is He Who settles our tomorrow.
God leads us to arise, loosening us away from carnality’s blight
Letting our strength, by faith to cling to His enduring might…
Love He pours prods us to bear His name midst courage against fright
Lord of our lives is He Who communes with us along prayer-delight. Amen!
January 12, 2025