Best Scorner Poems
Miss Muffet sat upon a velvet stool
I know 'twas a tuffet; learned that in school
But Muffy was the tart
Who broke the spider's heart
I'm telling the story, so shut up, fool!
Humpty Dumpty had no wisdom at all
That stupid raw egg sat upon a wall
Tempting luck, he gambled
Kerplunk...he got scrambled
Oh what dire fate for an egg to befall
Robbie Rabbit had a fly on his head
It flitted to his tongue where it fell dead
Robbie's halitosis
Was a bad neurosis
He was banished before allowed to spread
The scoop on gardener, Mary Mary
Is she liked to sip Bristol creme sherry
Her tummy was growing
Pregnancy was showing
The dad? Tom, Dick, Harry; maybe Jerry
Jill followed Jack up that hill on a whim
She thought he was cheating on her with Kim
The buxom preacher's daughter
Jill was jailed for slaughter
She beat both of them with Jack's bloody limb
Such a bad little boy was Jack Horner
Spent many hours in the time out corner
Jack was dumber than dumb
Ate plum pie with his thumb
Wagged his purple tongue at each laughing scorner
There was a speedy racer, called the hare
He was so fast, thought he'd have time to spare
The tortoise whooped his butt
The hare shouted some smut
I won't repeat it. No way I'm going there!
I read the tale about Cinderella
Who went to a ball to snag a fella
Bippity boppity boo
She ran off and lost a shoe
And stepped in some sticky mozzarella
Hey, where are ya going, Baa Baa, black sheep
Leaving your meadow, Master, you're a creep
You sheared off my wool
Tired of your bull
I'm joining the herd of Little Bo Peep
Three oinkers built houses with diverse ideas
Straw and sticks? Those guys drank too many beers
The bad wolf huffed and puffed
Piggy three had him handcuffed
The bricker was much shrewder than his peers
Categories:
scorner, humor, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Proverbs 13:1--PM2
To what ends ~ wise best remain silent fools, than speak and remove all doubt.
Proverbs 13:1 KJV
"A wise son heareth his father's instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke."
2019 October 20
*1st Place*
Proverbial Monoku 2
~~Carol Connell
Categories:
scorner, character, inspirational, meaningful, perspective,
Form:
Monoku
The Library was a quiet place
I’d go there twice a week
To find solitude and my own space
Where nobody would speak.
Books upon books adorned the shelves
Some were unread for years
All covered in dust with musty smells
Or tea and coffee smears.
Where I’d find me a quiet corner
Nose buried in a book
The librarian looked a scorner
Disdain with every look.
Now the library has gone online
Peace and quiet now gone
Banks of computers the new frontline
With printers added on.
And tiny tots run and scream and play
While mothers sit and smile
As everyone’s nerves begin to fray
And looks become hostile
Days are gone where silence was kept
And talk was met with “Hush”
Where you sat and read or even slept
And woke up feeling lush
Your books are now read from a tablet
Downloaded yesterday
Library no longer a magnet
At much to your dismay.
Categories:
scorner, books,
Form:
Rhyme
Lil Jack Jorner
made potti in the corner;
now he's teased
by the class scorner!
McCuen Copyright October 2008
Categories:
scorner, funny
Form:
Limerick
Pugilist,
(Pick Your Arena Then Make Your Opponent Earn It)
Written: by Tom Wright
2/9/2018
At times in life I’ve exceeded my expectations,*
Often being driven by my earlier laid foundations;
Most competitions end only after one was bested,
I wouldn’t know my hearts contents- until tested.
It was never an edge my opponent might boast,
Or style points awarded for striking first or most.
The prime indication of how a contest would end,
Was the determined effort I was willing to expend.
It’s often been the presence of Jesus in my corner,
That has turned the tide against some evil scorner.
But to fully appreciate the taste of victory’s seat,
I first had to know the agony coming from defeat.
* New Years Day 2017
In any conflict (health or otherwise)
Unless you fight as if there’s no tomorrow,
There well may not be one.
Tom
Categories:
scorner, conflict, courage, health, heart,
Form:
Lyric
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
Written: March 1st, 2023
Categories:
scorner, analogy, creation, death,
Form:
Triolet
While fighters ought to be gracious and calm, feeling fury is a sign of weakness. ( By author )
When everything droops in your wake
Your stance was hollow; it was fake
Your path is fair yet worth the wait
That's where you should wander your fate
I'd cop through a scene of wanton
Key strewn bits are struck by motion
Turn over sadly; roots are hay
I'm vowing my last breath away.
My heart calls for few gouge scorner
Truth spoiled on the side of corner
I am quite keen to accomplish
Fight failed, but never the skirmish
Dread sweeps the sight, and the mind stray
Smile on the lips once sorrows spray
Nose-binds to trust, waive stink disdain
Heart falls with each sight; calm remains.
Uproar warmly greeted my stride
When the grind of routine subside.
The pulse dashed at the sight I view
And heart was thumping in my chew
I breathed to calm my helpless feet
"Stay calm and grow on," to my greet
From inside, mind is home to loads
It's wicked snide skimpy and goads.
Written: January 12, 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
scorner, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Couplet
How is the cruise?
When my feet could barely touch the pedal
I rode bicycle as if I wished to win Olympic medal
Every day on my knee or elbow was a new plaster
Plus one or two dirty slaps from my angry sister
Why did you buy him bicycle now? Asked my mother
Practice makes perfect replied my fearless father.
The day I dared a deadly gradient in my quarter
My ride took to the right and I in the left gutter
Stood up with a wound bigger than just a bruise
Then came this scorner who asked: how is the cruise?
Categories:
scorner, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
June 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 13
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father’s instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTRUCTING ME WITH YOUR REBUKE
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my afflicting selfishness
By Your loving kindness
But also upholding me beyond stubbornness…
Best of all, caring for me with Your goodness.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my vexing transgression
By Your affirming transformation
But also correcting me of my attitude’s corruption…
Best of all, converting me with Your redemptive function.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my irritating iniquity
By Your merciful authority
But also controlling me despite my worldliness-caused infirmity…
Best of all, ruling over me with Your sovereignty.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my humiliating arrogance
By Your meekness-teaching assistance
But also commending me in subduing defiance…
Best of all, wrapping me around Your meekness-anchored deliverance.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my insulting unbelief
By Your truthfulness that smites doubt and brings relief
But also cheering me in my frustration’s grief…
Best of all, asserting to me Your Word-wisdom as principally chief.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my debilitating motive
By Your exposing directive
But also fixing me up through acts, heavenly rehabilitative…
Best of all, strengthening me with Your faith-empowerment so active.
June 20, 2022
Categories:
scorner, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
So sacrifice the sacrificial,
like a windblown winter thistle,
directionless, unguided missile,
too late, too late, the warning whistle.
Deaf and dumb, ignore the warner,
crouched and shrouded in your corner,
since time began, the endless mourner,
hiding from the ceaseless scorner.
Darkness that no light can breech,
sightlessly your eyes beseech,
straining, but just out of reach,
silent sermons never preached.
©Danielle White
Categories:
scorner, allegory, confusion, faith
Form:
Monorhyme
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
Written: March 2nd, 2023
Categories:
scorner, analogy, inspiration, life,
Form:
Triolet
She sits in her room in a dark corner,
Just a hint of Sun through the shade!
Not a sound in sight, for they all fade.
Her dreams rile a self-centered scorner.
With so little light it can’t get much warmer,
She sits and she waits to become readymade.
Her debt to society has been collected as paid.
By herself she became a self scorned mourner!
It was just another day,
And another existence,
But in a whole new way!
Simplified self resistance!
It is Her earnest way of tackling His wile baiting!
Prompting a dueled birth of His Lady in Waiting!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Categories:
scorner, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
The future is unknown,
events therein unseen.
Void is the crystal ball,
whose eye promises all
the answers to enthrall.
The future is unknown~
even the best guesses
using all past data,
fall short, and they include
the alpha and zeta!
The future is unknown,
traveling toward us
with unstoppable speed;
days spin past like a storm,
and we, helpless, accede.
The future is unknown,
the choice is ours to make;
hide in a dark corner,
or embrace the journey
and not be a scorner.
Categories:
scorner, life,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
I hopped the afternoon bus to town
stopping at this, and every, corner.
In front, I heard a balding crown
spewing the words of a scorner.
He rides this same bus every day
as though he has some place to be.
He spews his hate along the way
to any who listen to his spree.
One day he failed to be on board,
the man who is so full of hate.
I wondered if he fell on his sword
and, himself, became his own fate.
An illness of the mind they say
can stir a person to things inane.
To those who don't hear the sway,
his acts and words resound insane.
Categories:
scorner, emotions, feelings, mental health,
Form:
Rhyme
Cancer at Twenty-Eight
(alive at Eighty)
Written: by Miracle Man
8/29/2019
A diagnosis of Cancer,
Had me at life’s turning point.
I sought the face of Jesus,
Believing He’d anoint.
All I saw were steep odds,
Stacked against my person.
And without divine help,
My situation would worsen.
I sought forgiveness for sin,
And was no longer a scorner.
Then God delivered me,
From a hopeless corner.
A loving God could foresee,
What was about to transpire.
That day, out of love,
He’d set my fields on fire.
Categories:
scorner, cancer,
Form:
Lyric