Long Lambast Poems

There's a defender among us, a friend who never surrenders or concedes
No thief is he, who offers encouragement to people with his kind deeds

A rapscallion, devoted to negativity, brings gloom to Poetry Soup Forest,
a site...

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Another showdown in Soup Creek, I s'pose
Someone's got a wedgie in her pantyhose
It's another outcast
who likes to lambast
A bad attitude she chose to expose

Folks in the Creek asked why she was a crank.
What she has...

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“You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who...

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A highway to heaven
They who created him above
Claim to have
Despite their hands
Washed in the blood of all who oppose
Their reverential unchanging dogma

Centuries of blinding
Those that willingly believe
Has embolden those that
Profess to know the
Secrets of life...

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Title:

Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?

(A lone voice whispers)

In the beginning 

Did you secretly 
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin

Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth

Seeking The Meaning of Sin

To clandestine dark places where

Angels
Without harps 

Profusely lambast and
Sing

Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript...

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My father was locked in on an Alzheimer’s unit of a nursing home.
I asked my mother “how will I know when to leave?”
“You’ll know,” she told me.
So I went. Dad was playing cards with a...

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So many of them abound
They make for a burdensome crown
Worn by a government needing to be overthrown
Is it time to kick all these bureaucrats
Out of town?

The mangling of democracy by quangos
Is the new autocracy
A daily...

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maudlin

maudlin Monday's mostly mud
halts the weekend with woeful thud
laughs and sillies
get the willies
on maudlin Monday, what a dud

tintinnabulous

tintinnabulous Tuesday
is the second paying-dues day
we head uphill
but it’s no thrill
'cause we’re not there, but we’re on our...

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"You will come to the grave in full vigor, Like the stacking of grain in its season.
               — Job 5:26

Abraham breathed...

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How Dare We Ever So Boldly Speak Out

Let me write in obscure and chaotic words
stirring waters tepidly unknown
Yet my spirit refuses to admire such birds
or the massive flattery they are now shown
Why yes, some of...

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Subtitled:  I'll Walk Again

Some tomorrow soon, I shall walk again,
though not as I walked in days past.
To reach that doorway - my foremost campaign
and thus I'll keep walking my last.
Therapy is pain; it's a...

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THE GHOST BAR

gangrenous chains
rusted and burdensome
lambast the oak plank
etching ethereal gouges

the serpentine length drags
with warlike screams

ghoulish intensity
grabs each bony-disk
with heartlessness

the ice cold floor and
daggered eyes, seem
but a hallucination
to the drunken lot

but the barmaid sees!
she screams
as...

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Angel whispers are heard by the chosen
I hear, but ignore, not feeling worthy.
Their persistence bodes well for heaven,
They turn my keen senses topsy turvey.

Pure angel messages resound in my soul,
I am silent, completely humbled and...

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THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS

The grave he dug, the monument he built.
No one saw the single coin that died so fast.
No time for a blessing, nevertheless knees stained,
In the dingy, dirty dark where seeds lambast.

On...

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Mallory the cat needs a bit of a rest, he’s older than me. 
Nothing to see, I tell the neighbors. He’s just up in a tree. 
Gawkers come by and lambast me for letting him...

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No, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred;
     you still rail against the masters of cruel, crazy wars
          that left...

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The little boy I was…
The man I’m s’posed to be…
The distance ‘tween the two
Vast as the open sea.
The dreams I had are gone.
Naught left but memories,
And nothing in their place.
The worst of cruelties.

The little boy...

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Love, be not weary in doing well. Since
Love is not love that loves only for praise
And cannot love those who makes the flesh wince
Or make truth gasps, and wisdom be amazed.
We who are mortal love...

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The spirit of Robin is well in France
2023 his ethos advanced
The middle managenent break ranks
In suppirt of freedom for people in France
Free power supplied to homes and schools
Buisnesses hospitals spared daconian rules
The goverments farce is...

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My worst enemy deserves to know the truth.
I owe her that.
So I am going to lambast her now.

You need to play more; to take life less seriously.
You would be happier if you concentrated on the...

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