Long Admonished Poems
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I’m sitting by the river.
It’s a warm and sunny day.
It’s lovely to be out here
Just relaxing in this way.
My jacket is unzipped,
My brand-new book is on my lap,
When suddenly a dog squats down
And takes a mushy crap.
The owner was right next to him;
The dog was on a leash.
I shook my head and silently
Admonished with a “Sheesh!”
His little pile of doggie doo
Was inches from my feet.
It wasn’t what I’d hoped to see
To make my day complete.
Although the owner scooped up
What his rear end had been spitting,
With just one tug they could have moved
Where no one else was sitting.
A gorgeous day can suffer from
A blot upon its beauty
When someone inconsiderate
Ignores her civic duty!
The endgame
And the cemetery was
nowhere to be found
yet was so present
in the shallow depth
the graveyard of the mind
No tombstone unturned
fragmented torn and twisted
sorrow flowing down
encrypted alleyways
and Thanatos’ call
Searching to imprint
coffin’s nails on seams
of muddy icy prison
hammered chiselled avenues
creeping through and in
Dead alive and collocated
hell firing place and time
scorching cementing
looming crossing overs
to where and when to how
No monument just
monumental nothing
void oppression
endless loop’s demise
thoughts emotions dragging
Torrential thunders
roping in electrocuted lightning
nooses from the tree of
living emptied darkness
flowing rapids standing still
The cemetery awaiting
ashes urns and vultures
presiding over Ganges Styx
Caron caring like a
lifeless Buddha saddened
Giving taking suffering
unthreading tapestry graffiti
splashing on the canvass
sombre art in progress
oscillating back and forth
The reaper harvests harshly
the mindless soul and body
crumbling bones infested
carbons desiccation apathy
hedonistic pleasures dull extinct
Gravitation nudges wild
and gently roaring
culling sculls foreclosing scooping
offerings burthens memories
premature un-furbished epitaphs
Silent roaring rampant syncopal
admonished synergetic resolution
teasing fool and morbid jester
luring loosening resolve
apprehending lithographic scribes
And the cemetery blinding
obvious and for the taking
present not yet for embrace
remains a silhouette on the horizon
and life for now is stronger
May 18th 2016
Contest entered:
And the cemetery was... Broken Wings
Loosing (lou sing) the damn rumors...
Torpedo style full speed ahead
keeping me in suspense,
what salacious gossip
gets browned, buttered, rolled
down the alley and bred
into unsavory tidbits,
these souffled ears dread
to hear hard boiled morsels
poached, scrambled, whipped
donning barren falsehoods
zeitgeist spouting dunderhead
trumpeting hex pence heave
signature border wall
inside this weatherbeaten egghead
sponge bobbing squarepants,
whereby passers by some with fathead
steer clear avoiding your truly
wobbly, and zany fountainhead
even atlas shrugged his shoulders
in repugnance at mine R.E.M. bored
heavy slimy algal filled
legally tendered greenhead
thank dog - me noggin
rock solid hardhead
able to withstand falsehoods
pitting this uber capital one
tindered linkedin lyfted loggerhead
with silent springing
black barbs snubbed from lunkhead
argh, those cruel verbal slings
fired weapons courtesy
mass destruction multiwarhead
lobbed, rocket propelled, tear gassed
glancing off cratered moon faced pate
said vicious unfounded nailhead
sharp hearsay twittering
with wingspan outspread
pterodactyl by bajillion miles exceeded
size of Sheepshead
Bay, I knew best to tread
softly, and carry big stick
admonished by Teddy Roosevelt
in conjunction with unifying thread
primarily on issues
in mathematics and logic
advanced by Alfred North Whitehead,
hence we must find another
place to escape widespread
senior citizens acting juvenile,
maybe a place gravely wrested
or willingly conceded
from grateful dead.
When I read my old poetry, I'm quite saddened about the lines,
ones filled with pain, sorrow and anger, all those of my declines.
I looked back at the decades of my life, and found myself pondering,
how life is like a parade, people passing by and just keep wandering.
Choices I've made along the way determine who I am and why.
The voices I hear every day make me laugh, some make me cry.
I've looked through envious eyes, but those visions were too dark,
when the old personality dies, it's easier to find a new path to walk.
I admonished the one I used to be, but she wields my pen and ink.
She writes poetic verses about all kinds of things before I can think.
She pens stories of past longing and of loves that were left behind,
of the need for belonging, and of the memories that tickle her mind.
I let her have a free hand; she's not an easy muse to hold down,
and when I try to take the pen, she draws a face wearing a frown.
She's my conscience when I falter, a voice guiding me from wrong.
I'm the horse that wears a halter, she holds my reins all day long.
I'm content with life and no longer care about what could've been.
I looked down at what she'd penned; a smiley face wearing a grin.
Ohh dear Grandma!
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time....
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based!
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind
when I miss the way how I was raised!
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true!
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!
Our Felicity knows no rest and was
Often admonished by her Head Nurse.
It happened one day she was out for an errand
When a small boy was admitted to emergency.
With little thought she hurried to help,
forgetting she had no gloves on, nor a face mask.
The boy was very sick and required great care.
The Head Nurse realized something was going to happen.
Both were put in isolation separately. Felicity's
First symptom was a high fever. Blood samples were taken
And examined with urgency. A deadly bug had attacked them.
Immediately she was put on two drips, one for dehydration
And one to combat the bugs. It would be a slow recovery.
No one was allowed near her and she became weak.
In Malta, we say illness enters in tonnes and leaves in pounds.
So was it with Felicity. Gone was her smile, her singing,
And she became quite thin. Her father became a wreck.
But God has His ways, and slowly she began to recover.
Finally, she was discharged but with orders from the Head Nurse.
You are not to come to work before my consent,
You will not lose your job. But you must eat and rest.
Her parents were at her beck and call.
He bought her a comfy sofa, a large television,
And a blue comfortable Outdoor Hammock Chair Hang Swing
Erected under a large oak tree that was blessed with a breeze.
Soon but slowly she regained her smile, her good-looking figure
And even ventured for short walks along the winding river.
She learned to appreciate her birds’ singing and the lovely blooms.
She began to frequent gardens and admire the various flowers.
Finally, after some months she was allowed to resume her work.
The Head nurse was adamant. Morning shifts only for a while,
With fixed hours. No extra work and no emergency visits.
She still attended church but changed her tune to
God will find a way. Blessed be God.
This poem is fiction but taken from my experience with life in a hospital.
February 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 9-10
Key Verse – Numbers 9:19 And when the cloud tarried long upon the tabernacle many days, then the children of Israel kept the charge of the LORD, and journeyed not.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CONSTANTLY
REMINDS US THAT WE KEEP HIS CHARGE
Praise be to God for constantly reminding
us that we keep His charge in:
Confessing constantly our sins
Claiming His compassion according to the Scriptures
Cleaving to His care with sincerity
Clinging to His Christian standards
Committing to His cause by His security
Numbers 10:13 Praise be to the Lord Who
wants us to take our journey with Him:
Awakened by His command
Admonished by His challenge
Alarmed by His correction
Affirmed by His creative carving
Assured by His cleansing
Numbers 10:35 Praise be to the Saviour
for rising up for our:
Defense of help’s request
Dedication by His honourable reinforcement
Determination with His hope’s restoration
Direction toward His high calling’s recognition
Destination to His heaven’s eternal rest. Amen!
February 15, 2024
July 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 9-12
Key Verses – Ecclesiastes 12:12-13 … By these, … be admonished… Fear, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ADMONISHING ME
Thank You for admonishing me to do my best
With Your love, reminding me against laxity’s rest
So that I can win over convenience-test…
My heart now nestles in Your compassionate zest.
Thank You for admonishing me to flee from sinfulness
With Your holiness, reproving me against sins’ destructiveness
So that I can avoid worldliness-filthiness…
My soul now clings to Your functional righteousness.
Thank You for admonishing me to avoid hypocrisy
With Your truth, rebuking me against sincerity’s fallacy
So that I can vanquish falsity-deficiency…
My mind now seeks Your Word’s supremacy.
Thank You for admonishing me to uphold biblical Christianity
With Your grace, exhorting me against religiosity’s vanity
So that I can overcome earthliness-futility…
My spirit now depends on Your revival joviality.
Thank You for admonishing me to practice genuine stewardship
With Your mercy, scolding me against shallow zeal-showmanship
So that I can combat slothfulness-partnership…
My submission now yields to Your authoritative leadership.
Thank You for admonishing me to follow divine instruction
With Your command, pulling me against pride’s fortification
So that I can conquer disobedience-temptation…
My will now surrenders to Your guiding direction.
Thank You for admonishing me to optimize ministry engagement
With Your help, driving me against compromises’ entrapment
So that I can participate in great commission-fulfillment…
My faith now ascends toward church involvement and kingdom advancement.
July 12, 2022
Do not sin anymore
so that nothing worse may happen to you John 5:14
This past year
People have been rightly focused
Most obsessed
About COVID-19
It has dominated news cycles
Been the focus of discussions everywhere
Precausions shuttered businesses world-wide for months
All this is understandable given the overwhelming number
Deaths
In today’s gospel
Jesus healed a man who had been incapacitated for 18 years
After the man was healed
Jesus admonished him to stop sinning, …so that nothing worse may happen to you”
Much worse than physicall illness is sin
The resulting is death of one’s soul
If we believe the warning of Jesus
Wouldn’t it make sense to be even more concerned about our spiritual health than COVID-19?
We wear masks
Practice social distancing to protect ourselves from the virus
We should do even more to foster the health of our souls
Stephen J. Rosetti
Turned to Poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
On a dark and rainy afternoon
Whence I’d been sentenced to my bedroom
For my crime of failing to take care
To not be a pain in my mother’s derriere
As it happens, I was a lad of six
Full of mischief and annoying tricks
Apparently, I had failed to take warning
That had been admonished all morning
Thus, when afternoon did arrive
Tried, convicted, and sentenced was I
Confined to barracks until further notice
Oh, what the heck, I’d make the most of it
I played for a while with a couple of toys
Yet, this furnished so very little joy
There on a shelf sat a book my sister said
I’d really enjoy if I wasn’t so thick in the head
I looked at the cover and it did look fun
The title was The Swiss Family Robinson
Now this came to pass, though my heart didn’t swoon
A love affair began that very afternoon in my room
I while still at tender young age was that day engaged
As I fell in love with words on a page