Long Reprimands Poems
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Wild birds without names
I see them in the sky
If only I could name them all
I’m not like the one who knows all of their names
Wild Birds, we are when we understand the code
Freedom of thought reprimands our golden mode
So, only the lonely roamers bemoan losing their hopefulness
To fly high on their own in the blue zones
Because they're imaginative bemoaners with
Freedom of thought reprimanding the golden mode
Those birds love to be loners
Perched on a limb that grows
Because they're bemoaners
Very few know the ownership of Oaks
That trees are free to house their own birds
Perched on a limb that grows
Old trees hide animals in them
Of all shapes and sizes sent
By Cosmos to sing gentle songs
That provide long rest in honor of nature.
If I could be a bird, I would be free enough
To ask you to travel with me.
Putting thoughts on paper, connoting their portent;
contesting guilt by being lyrically concordant
with symphonic tones of poetical elegance,
expressing a mere necessity rather than extravagance.
Putting thoughts on paper is connoting their meaning,
while being internally stirred by a conversional insight;
so adamant in displaying poetic verses to the living...
expressing dire necessities rather than narrating plight.
Contesting guilt and dissolve its pain begore it gets intense,
sleep restores the weariness endured to achieve the quest;
drastic changes have to be made and be lyrically concordant:
is there anything easily obtained without a sustained diligence?
Use sympathetic tones with no harsh reprimands: shun contention;
your genuine narrative can be epic and assertive enough to convince,
stir clear of hideous ideologies that smother with souls with vengeance:
denial is the culprit of all absurd vanities, repentance leads to redemption.
Pampered with gracious blessings of kindness
Moved by the Lord’s compassion-earnestness
Our orphanage, propped through prayer fitness
Lavishes children --- bountiful goodness.
Despite attacks of human nature pain
Caused by selfishness and arrogance stain
We seek for blest peace of forgiveness reign
As Christ-like character we hope to gain.
Admonitions, stern; and reprimands, sweet
We do blend as mercy and truth must meet
Glad are we to hear them joyously greet
Hugging warmly in their thanksgiving feat.
Through patience along devoted ardor
Nursing and rearing with caring fervor
We share God’s love while trusting His succor
In shielding children from hatred’s horror.
Midst the Saviour’s kindness that reached us out
Nourishing orphans echoes faith-bliss shout
Special kids’ milestones vanquish distress pout…
Kindness* does beget kindness; there’s no doubt.
*Ephesians 2:7 That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus.
June 9, 2020
From [email protected]
June 10, 2020
"Dear Beata,
Congratulations, this is just a quick notice to let you know that your poem CAREGIVING KINDNESS is a PoetrySoup Premier Contest winner for contest: Kindness."
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Today I had a jelly apple –
What a special treat!
My husband bought it just for me
‘Cause he is very sweet.
Atop the jelly, coconut
Was sprinkled, extra nice,
Although the jelly by itself
Would certainly suffice.
The coating on these store-bought types
Is gooey and real soft.
As kids, we would have tasted them
And laughed or even scoffed.
For in my youth, the jelly apple,
Sold in outdoor stands,
Would crackle when you took a bite
(To dentists’ reprimands).
Yet nowadays, I am content
To take what I can get
And my teeth are probably relieved;
My dentist need not fret!
The best friend in the world,
This is his couch,
In the morning, when I woke up,
To gather his ideas,
Lunchtime for snacks,
The evening in front of the TV,
The sofa is a horse
Which we managed to train,
It reads Faulkner,
Mickey’s comics,
Diderot’s encyclopedia,
You can spill whiskey on it
Without him complaining,
To eat chocolate there,
The best friend in the world,
This is his couch,
To invite a dear friend,
and remake his marriage,
To forget Jennifer
And Martine’s reprimands,
To put on your ankle boots,
To put down your glasses,
To stay young longer,
To think of his mother,
To admire his garden,
The best friend in the world,
It’s his couch.
No matter its color.
I’m a falcon seamlessly driven
I can flex and torque
My tapered wings flap like a hawk
Flight feathers long and slender like a ballerina
I’m vicious like bird of prey hunting with eyes
But I’m not like others in my tribe
I would rather burn my feathers like a fireball in the sun
Or sail through the blue unknown
But never kill another anyone like my merlin friends
I want to break away like tenacious winds
Fastest as it can be
My faith flutters my winglets strong
May I be outcast or deprived
But let my spirits soar high
Let me reach the heaven of prayers
My partial me reprimands I will
Down below my falcon lineage will see me through
Later as a fossil in time
But right now I just want to fly like ashes in the golden yellow sky.
We live in a world
Where all things are moving
Where nothing halts
Where nothing turns back
Where all that it is is noise
We live in a world
Broken souls grace the streets
Hopeless lives is all that it is
Drive for money consumes minds
Shuttered dreams we walk on
We live in a world
Where cruelty is honoured
Where mercy is a suicide plea
Where love is a trashed word
Where pain is someone's cup of tea
We live in a world
Death is a wake up call
A call that requires a heart that listens
Listening is out of the context
Words wind washed
We live in a world
Religion is all that is
Routine is walking to church every Sunday
No growth,no grace,no glory
Jumping when the instruments are played
Clapping when asked to
Out of habit it is
We live in a world
Dependency has taken root
Financial literacy is foreign
Life is a hustle they all say
Daughters taught to not try hard
''It's a taboo for you to be highly educated
You must clean the dishes
You have to cook
You can't wear that
Dresses at floor length
Your hair done once a year
All in the name of ''wife material''
Sons taught '' I pay the bills i make the rules ''
It's a screwed nation
Devoid of pity
Ripped of mercy
Backwardness clouds their thoughts
Reprimands point all to revolutionists
Till when?
_kathomz??
Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...
Humiliation, reprimands, insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping hands to lift them all.....
Never in my thought would i ever wish
to immortalise this picture of colossal wreck;
Let miracle happen and herald a tide
to wash away this plight and resurrect this all
Deep within, my soul cries, why is it real
Why is it happening???
The only solace I find is a ray of hope
that a miracle occurs and ignites a spark of resurrection ,
to mop all discrimination and vices with its gentle sweep!
Fragile
She seems so fragile.
I imgaine you with her, touching her gently,
as she lets her slender fingers linger on your skin -
those fingers with the long polished nails
she must spend hours on each week to maintain so perfectly.
Her face, her body and her hair are smooth - so smooth and beautiful.
How delicate her features.
She’s a china doll with a tiny waist that would fit so easily in a man’s embrace -
that type of girl I suppose appears in most men’s fantasies.
I see her at my workplace, sitting so demurely,
giggling softly when she takes your phone calls.
You call her often, and I know why.
She demands so much attention
from every man I’ve seen her get involved with.
I’ve also seen her eyes well up with tears
when the boss not too severely reprimands her.
Yes, she’s the epitome of fragility.
I, on the other hand, am not a tiny helpless china doll.
I am average sized, cheerful and robust,
and I cry too, just not so easily.
My nails are not long, but otherwise, I take care of myself.
I’m feminine though not a china doll.
Delicate is not a word that would enter someone’s mind to describe me
except perhaps in the way I use my voice, for I am tactful.
Personable, practical, sincere and steady are other words
I hope would spring to someone’s mind if they should describe me.
I overhear my lovely workmate’s conversations,
for her desk is right near mine.
Needy is another word that very much describes her.
It seems to be the major attribute of this helpless-acting clinging vine.
Often I daydream of you and me together, and in that dream,
it’s I whom you caress so softly as I let my fingers linger on your skin.
Then passion overtakes us, and I become something wild,
not in the least bit fragile. I’m a woman, and my desires are strong.
I always say hello the times you come to see your china doll.
I also smile at you. Can you read the want inside my eyes?
Lately I’ve been noticing the days you come to pick her up,
how more quickly your smiling eyes are meeting mine. . . .
I bide my time.
Written Oct. 17, 2017 for John Hamilton's "Fragile" Poetry Contest
Zooming to my room in a flash
...oblivious of sweet reprimands
my insistent dear guest
then whirled with quest fervor…
now triumphs over treasure found:
story* book** stuck in his wheel chair.
*Our special child loves Bible stories.
**Joshua 1:8 This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.
May 27, 2020
5th place, "HEXASTICH IT" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 5/29/2020.