Ever heard of a creep name'a bully gates?
The real snake eyed misb-egotton rake
Of death he quotes; and compiles notes
To paroxsyms erotic does his being shake?
Croons dead flat, pennys left; its eyes he'll take
Sickness he offers, and its spores with glee
He's not out to stop! any spread do see.'
He's pushing those drugs, some out of date.'
He has has his cronies, they're never mates.'
His aging mantra, does truly grate
Upon the senses, now we remonstrate'
The world as a whole's no longer gonn'a take
The putrid quackery; of this old, bully gates.'
Categories:
remonstrate, addiction, allusion, america, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
Demonstrators in all riots
Aren’t at all full or half idiots:
Any fellow on Rich Diet
Most likely will remain quiet…
Idiots don’t fear Police Canister,
Whose contents are damned sinister.
Cops begin to consult Tear Gas
And vanish would even a lass;
For man fancies not Helpless Tear;
Once its source sights, to The Rear...
With Betrayers they remonstrate,
Against The Bizarre demonstrate:
Idiots don’t know when Auditors
Are Arranged Phony Monitors…
Your So-Called Idiots know the risks
In one playing too long corrupt disks:
Just The Accidental Discharge
That make rioters not in-charge;
Yet, those that voice it keep quiet:
You don’t Idiots meet in Riot.
Categories:
remonstrate, abuse, confidence, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
sheep sleep surreptitiously
spiders spin shredded silken seances
song birds sulk soporifically
rabid ravens rave rapturous rhapsodies
capriciously caught in clangour
I die dire deceptive dreams
tepid tears tear through torment
viscous vapours vacate venom
pus pelts my pitiful pillow
oozes omnipotent oblivion
alliterations alight anger
freeze fervent fear
reiterate raucous refusal
ruminate reverberate rancid rile
I wake the wake of weary waste
recycle random rubbish remonstrate
then morning mourns Morpheus
mocks mountains of morose meanders
day dawns dubious daunting delight
as I tease temptation to take a tally
send syllables into space and shuttle
to morphing metaphors from my mind
until excruciating echoes become echelons
of cumbersome circuits and contempt
when restless rest revisits and revolves
recoils at respite and the raven raves
20th December 2020
Categories:
remonstrate, sleep,
Form: Alliteration
Thou has been our saviour,
Though we've been bewitched by different savours.
That emanate from thy armpit,
Pulling along with it,our infamous wits.
The product of your skilfulness,
Had stirred in us readiness.
To war against food stupor,
Even if indirectly we're tasked by the law.
Like the yellow sherbet ball,
That gives untamed attention to the winter's call.
The seat on which you abode,
Bear to us variant valuables we can't afford.
And the ignonimous status of your delivery,
Heartily give our thoughts laundry.
Many says: 'His ways and heart are hardened',
But never mind: 'Omi po ju oka lo ni'.
They often remonstrate on your health,
But they know not that it brings death to our dearth.
Sa wo!,iwo erin sa ni wo ti n fon,
Keep blowing till their no more chance for fun.
c.2017
Categories:
remonstrate, allusion,
Form: Ode
In my quiet time I meditate!
In my happy mood I appreciate
God's love ever unceasing
His mercies ever enduring!
In my joyful mood I celebrate!
In my thankful mood I enumerate
God's love and kindness
Abiding in us in their fullness!
In my time of trouble I demonstrate
In my time of persecution I remonstrate
God's love and goodness
Abiding in us in their wholeness!
From God's love nothing can us separate!
Good or bad times are too effeminate
God's love is forever sure
Dwelling in all who trust in him!
Categories:
remonstrate, encouraging, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
Chelated Souls’ De-lamentation
Lovers dejected
lick wounds remonstrate lonely
sorrow ‘til they meet
mate seduce in sex love rock
roll in minds soul mingled hay
26th September 2016
Contest Lament A Tanka
Syllable 5 7 5 7 7 =31
Categories:
remonstrate, change,
Form: Tanka
Fear of Terrorism
T raumatized tortured tumultuous feelings of trepidation
E ncapsulating effervescing emotions everywhere eventually
R esponding rapidly to ruthless and relentless repetition of
R evelations of revolutionaries remorseless rapaciousness
O bstreperously obliterating outrageously the innocent
R etributions replicate as ramifications remonstrate
I nsurrection insidiously intensifies as ideologies immortalize
S trategically surreptitiously suffocating silently sons sanity
M ankind muses meticulously as methodologies morph into misery
John Derek Hamilton
March 24,2016
Categories:
remonstrate, anxiety, death, discrimination, evil,
Form: Acrostic
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on his head,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble,
his fingers work, so resolute,
to fabricate this work of art,
fingers, limbs and face in perfect symmetry,
they become eternal,his reward a wreath,
the crowning glory!
Author's Note
...inspired by the poetry of Seamus Heaney.
Categories:
remonstrate, writing,
Form: Verse
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on his head,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble,
his fingers work, so resolute,
to fabricate this work of art,
fingers, limbs and face in perfect symmetry,
they become eternal,his reward a wreath,
the crowning glory!
Last Modified: July 18, 2015 at 09:05 am
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Author Notes
...inspired by the poetry of Seamus Heaney.
Categories:
remonstrate, art,
Form: Verse
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heroes in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble.
His fingers can't work fast enough
to realize this masterpiece,
fingers, limbs and face
in perfect form become eternal,
the promise of a wreath, the crowning glory.
Categories:
remonstrate, tribute, writing,
Form: Verse
World stay still
Human is mortal
Life is a tale coming and going.
The Rate of increasing
is higher than the rate of decreasing.
Population of the country rise
meta her economy.
Poverty is unbearable.
It takes great impact in corruption.
People remonstrate "what is the
Impart of government"
Whereas, some cause much of it
Our government are doing their
best to make our country the best
Let join hands together
to build a strong nation
A nation where peace prevail
A nation of no poverty
A nation of no corruption
Let join hands together
To build a generation
of creative generous innovation
Our future lies within our hands.
20/5/2015
Contest: what's the big idea
Sponsor: lyric Man.
Categories:
remonstrate, absence, abuse, adventure, allegory,
Form: Epic
When Christ was born
when souls were saved
is it that date
I meditate!
A trampoline of hesitate
all up and down
acoustics rate
consumerism runs irate!
The children whisper
"don't be late"
It's still the please zone
in rebate!
As rhyme to rhyme
configurate
the need for joy within
ones state!
So sorry, I commiserate
go out and just
do celebrate
we're fools for action's remonstrate!
and still commune . . . . and complicate!
Categories:
remonstrate, character, christian, christmas,
Form: Monorhyme
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble.
His fingers can't work fast enough
to realize this masterpiece,
fingers, limbs and face
in perfect form become eternal,
the promise of a wreath, the crowning glory.
Categories:
remonstrate, on writing and words,
Form: Verse
QUEEN OF HEARTS
Queen of Hearts, delightful and red,
Baked some tarts, or so it is said,
Left them to cool on the windowsill:
Knave of Hearts then ate his fill.
Queen called the King to remonstrate -
Court-royal was assembled to adjudicate:
Knave was guilty, plain to see,
But the court-royal set him free.
Queen called her queen-friends, spades and clubs.
They agreed it was the grossest of snubs,
Suggested punishment for the King so red:
No dinner, no tv, no sleeping in her bed.
More tarts were baked in fulness of time.
Eating them was made a serious crime
By Queen’s new red husband,
The legally reliable King of Diamond.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for Paula Swanson's Contest "Pick A Card, Any Card"
Categories:
remonstrate, funny
Form: Couplet
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble,
his fingers can't work fast enough
to exorcize this deity,
fingers, limbs and face in perfect symmetry,
they become eternal,
the suggestion of a wreath their crowning glory!
Categories:
remonstrate, inspirational
Form: Verse
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