Best Reproof Poems
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
Blood is slowly chilling inside my frail veins
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof
His breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Snowdrifts climb higher on the sills in reproof
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof
This room is the chamber where I'll be interred
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Winter's hand has caused a temperature dip
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Terror incites me to curse what I abhor
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
August 17, 2017
Categories:
reproof, death, fear,
Form:
Terzanelle
6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more... before 6 years.
I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen
First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction
Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming
Then there is the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth
John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles
"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon
The new additions...
Like a brother he comes to my defense
This man wears no guise and has no pretense
Mark Koplin, misunderstood
A modern-day Robin Hood
To me he shines with rays of effulgence
There's a man who took me under his wing
Says what he thinks. Doesn't hold back a thing
Danny Turner, my friend
A helping hand he'll lend
For offering kind words, he's a wellspring
David Kavanagh, true friend from the start
Encouraging advice, he does impart
Throws Monoku lines like spears
I raise a glass to him ~ cheers!
Loyal, his word. A man with a good heart
Canadian, Vaso, we don't see oft
Art doesn't come across as being soft
But has a tender heart
For countries torn apart
His poetic words should never be scoffed
His funny thoughts overflow in a Flood
Terry writes humor that's never a dud
Risque, and sometimes not
His stories have a plot
Rumor has it that he's known as 'The Stud'
Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
Categories:
reproof, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Spill Ink—the poets’ timeless warp and woof;
Signifies our mantra beyond reproof;
Late at night as poets struggle to write;
Our Muse enchants poets to such delight;
Poets seek tone and tenor for a splash,
And images and nuance for a dash.
"Spill Ink!” Poets cry seeking perfection!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 18, 2014) (Rhyme Septet)
Categories:
reproof, allegory, dedication, introspection, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove
Categories:
reproof, allegory, bird, hate, love,
Form:
Epic
I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen
First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction
Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming
Then there was the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth
John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles
"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon
Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
Categories:
reproof, parody,
Form:
Limerick
He saw the rose
And all around the rose an aura glowed
Enveloping the rose, as if
It was the rose itself
That glowed
And when the breezes blew
The rose, and aura, moved
As one – with grace and ease
And beauty, such as that he thought he’d never see
There was no love within his heart
That day, nor none he held apart,
Nor beauty much to be desired
To set his raging soul afire
Yet something there about the glow
Which held him, lo –
The splendid aura of the rose
Arrested all his thought
And made him doubt
All that he thought, and thought about –
And then he started to,
As one who long ago had died
Sudden springing back to life, alive!
For what he saw without reproof
Was nothing but the true unyielding truth –
‘Twas not the aura set apart
Enveloping the rose with outer glow,
But an inner flame within the rose
That burned – that burned! –
Out of which both rose and aura glowed –
Categories:
reproof, beauty, feelings, love, rose,
Form:
Rhyme
Reprobate silver
shall men call them,
because the LORD
have rejected them
Jer. 6:30
You never liked anything that was good
and wholesome
Clean conversation was something you never cared for
Filthy speaking was what you liked to hear;
the more nasty it was, the better it sounded to your ear
You rejected holy teaching when you was a boy,
killing small animals was your secret joy
Doing wicked things,
then having someone else get blamed
gave you a thrill
That rock hidden in your hand behind your back,
always got thrown when no one was looking
Shattering windows and lives
When it came to doing evil, you never compromised
You were just plain reprobate,
had much love for doling out the hate
Hated the holy things of God
Hated the reproof you received from the rod
of correction,
that your parents gave you when you were a boy
But now you’re a grown man
You love being incorrect:
lying and cheating is what you love best
You’re totally reprobate,
you love singing the praises of hate
Unclean is your hands,
your bloody prints mar the inside
of so many coffins
Silver tongue devil you are,
dross are the impurities of your soul
Reprobate silver rejected by God,
your unloving heart ... so stony and cold
Got lying lips and the evil eye,
you laugh at seeing others cry
King corruptor of souls,
the innocent you love to taint
Maker of grieving widows,
self-ordained killer of the saints
Silver tongue devil you are,
reprobate silver rejected by God,
Categories:
reproof, evil, religious, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Lying wonders of Satan trick
Marrying same sex is deception of the evil one.
Satan, the prince of evil, the author of sin.
Satan’s enmity against Christ has been made to
Appear human laws to a false conception to set
Aside the divine law, leading the people to the
Work of deception and ruin.
Look what happened to other countries
Breaking the law of the divine, we see disaster struck
Anywhere, anytime; but punishment appeared
To all who break divine law, all over the universe.
It is a fight between evil and God through human.
We, as a believer of Christ we need to stand in the truth,
Hold on to our faith in spite of, and whatever happens
We will remain faithful to God. Christ the Prince of Life
The Author of our salvation.
The warning of the Lord’s second coming are to be
Prepared to stand before him.
May give unto you the Spirit of Wisdom
And Revelation in the knowledge of God,
The eyes of your understanding being
Enlighten by his word and gives light to your mind
Receive warning, reproof, counsel
And instruction with all power and signs.
God prepare a place for safety,
All who believes in him.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
13 August 2017
11:30 PM
Categories:
reproof, creation, inspiration,
Form:
Verse
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT
Hello brother and how are you.
I know you been upset because of the things I am doing.
Tomorrow is just another adventurous day.
My life is an ascertain maze.
Each extreme that I experience
Watches me within my memory.
Is it you that state I am living dangerously?
That may be the case.
Here I am for you to put me in my place.
Yet, will this mean anything at all?
Of course, I will listen and provide you with due respect.
Unless you are not that projected and
Regards become irate
Because you negate
Essence of my personal recourse.
Such offensiveness should not be voiced.
Therefore, I am here to provide my undivided attention.
Silently, I will listen.
Helping you to remove your frustration.
Otherwise, you are fine with what I do.
To you brother, much ado.
Or else, hit me with your best shot.
However, do not stretch the truth.
Hello as well sister and you may have a seat.
I tell you that you are not at all discreet.
Today is another part of the future.
Mountains you certainly have climbed.
Each time you overcome an obstacle
We do not intertwine, nonetheless,
I know that your life has unbind.
Thus, it is not for me to question.
However, I will discuss
Your acumen in choices
Out of all the options that was there.
Unless there was a threat even in the most
Remote form, you
Being that ideal that will unshackle
Everyone.
Such defensiveness is understood.
True, I suppose be there for you.
So you have come to chastise.
Hindrance is not forthcoming as you unbraid your hair.
Of course, I will correct you when you are wrong and have over stated yourself.
To thine self-reproof as well.
Hit me with your best shot.
Just not below the belt.
____________________________________________|
Scribed June 21, 2015!
Categories:
reproof, angst, change, crazy, together,
Form:
Acrostic
Conception’s stain imputed sin again
my first cry swallowed by a bulb syringe.
At five years old, a chapel’s altar call
remained in me, the echo of your name.
Among a culture’s art of chase and hunt,
temptation’s treasures took my youth away,
my own Bathshebas broke Pandora’s box.
A pride unwilling for divine reproof,
evolved a spoken vengeance into blades
that would deliver the wounds my fists couldn’t.
Profane reflections gave illusions right,
the blind impatience always in my heart
to feel the edge of your permissive will,
left bones now heavy with the wages paid.
A whisper under the seas of our noise,
conviction bleeds the shadows from our hearts,
devoid of life, the chambers shown depraved.
The light of Christ’s salvation left untouched
at every worldly summit – nothing there.
Can’t get through the eye of the needle gate,
a want, to need, submit to bread and wine.
To change a man, the written Sword will carve
itself inside the soul, a life now new.
Not just what you have done or what you give,
but more of what you are that answers why.
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Written: 02.15.18
Categories:
reproof, bible, christian, god, hope,
Form:
Blank verse
From the very moment my Mom taught me how to use a spoon,
From her mouth was uttered that old familiar tune:
"The kids in Asia are starving, now Bobby, clean your plate!"
Her admonition was final and left no tolerance for debate!
I tried to foist upon the hapless dog a helping of bony fish.
Even he would gag trying to swallow that vapid dish!
I'd toy with them and try to hide the tasteless peas.
I could barely abide them, even in bites of twos and threes!
Even tho' Mom concealed them with cheese, I had my doubts,
About a malodorous little veggie called Brussels sprouts!
I'd surreptitiously sneak them on to the plate of little brother,
Thereby, avoiding the reproof to clean my plate by my Mother!
There was the delicate matter of dealing with broccoli and beets,
Okra, spinach, turnips, hominy and other such disgusting eats.
In my feckless youth I thought such fare rather untoward,
But soon learned that to survive, you ate what was on the board!
When side-stepping along the chow line in the military service,
They often slopped mysterious stuff on my tray, making me nervous.
When I joined the service, I hoped never again to hear Mom's old cliche,
But, even those mean old sergeants screamed, "Private! Clean your tray!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for No. 1 in PD's "Any Random Poem" Contest - July 2011
Categories:
reproof, foodmom, old, me, mom,
Form:
Rhyme
A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.
We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.
Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.
He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.
Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.
They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.
Categories:
reproof, arabic, cat, dog, pets,
Form:
Couplet
Stuffing flags in the window
and calling it home
valuing our space
as our space!
Picking up rocks from the driveway
like when we were little
rescinding our past
like some nightmare of repitition!
Respecting each other
for what we couldn't accomplishment
and/or understand
a moment of volition, power of choosing!
Hiding our faults to pretend respect
hating those who judge us
feeling reproof for no good reason
denying our self-worth!
Needing a deliverer ~ yet paying rent
to those who trap us ~ indefinitely,
like some caldron of reprisal
not quite ~ not yet ~ Hell!
Knowing the housing market
is indolent in its means
while we sacrifice our daily bread
to just keep going ahead!
Then hearing the voice of a child, next door
already three, already brave
fighting for his life ~ myositis, rare
encouraging us ~ calling us friend!
And sharing his hope
to belong in tomorrow
and the hurt breaks through
into a tear ~ and we wake up!
It's our resources
that have made us demur
not our being alive
as the cure!
And he is Indian ~ Dakota
knows he's stressed
sees the parent's longing
to be on their own ~
Emergency ~ refused by the tribal clinic
some new Government restriction,
Ambulence to Rochester ~ Mayo
rare ~ need to study ~ his case!
Big debt ~ bill, couldn't pay, thousands,
tribal clinic say "no deal"
wrong rescue squad
not in their jurisdiction!
But still Indian, and little
Bigger clinic, Minnesota ~ famous
millions of dollars for research,
yet the little guys ~ still get the bill!
The Mother, trailer, empty jars, stacked by the door
ready for the next donation
posted at the truck stops
grocery stores, post office!
If you want to study the poor
or sick, or needy
rent a space where it already exists
like a woman Mayor of Chicago once did!
Back in the 80's, when thoughtfulness
still was an option!
Categories:
reproof, childhood, health, hope,
Form:
Monorhyme
Time most perilous we live in, afflictions rampant
upon our souls, evil men running to and fro with
no reproof, despisers of those who keep the Lord's
truth, this attitude in life shall proceed no further the
Holy Ghost visited upon man, to the righteous upright
the position is took, to the wicked they cannot stand,
the word of God preached, taught, spoke in every
avenue to the sinners soul, who only wax worse and
worse, salvation offered by our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ, the only thing that can lift the unholy curse,
I could quote you chapter for chapter, and verse for
verse, its meaningless without the Lord in your heart,
now that you have accepted, the grace of God be with
you, peace to you the love of Christ I impart, the
Heavenly Father dwells inside of my heart freely today,
the spirit of Christ inside my temple freely lives, its the
love of Christ inside me, that I freely accept, the love
of Jesus I freely give. Salah
II Timothy 3
Categories:
reproof, bible, christian, inspiration, love,
Form:
Free verse
Praying for forgiveness
but the damage is done
still learning to walk alone
cause who "I AM" keeps
me shunned
The doors keep closing
in on me all through veiled
hypocrisy but what they all
have failed to see is that
I will never be anything other
than "ME".
It's true I've not always done
what is right, but for my mistakes
I've already paid the ultimate price.
So continue to judge me if you'd like
go hang me out to dry if that makes
you sleep a little better at night
for as Bad as you all may have
perceived me not once did any
of you try to wipe a single tear
from my eyes...
I want everyone to know
all the hurt buried in my chest
all the scars worn privately to
no one did I ever confess.
I'd much rather you think me crazy;
All F'ed up in the head then to
let anyone else know what I had
to take every night with me to bed
There are many ways of dying
but guilt, self reproof and regret
had already beaten me to death
Still unlike any of you God never
left me, judged me, or abandoned
me NOT ONCE.
Instead he stood by me til the end
laid my worries to rest , stone pillow to
cradle my head.
Categories:
reproof, angst, dark, heartbroken, hurt,
Form:
Elegy