Reprimanding Poems | Examples

Thats the stuff

When it's love
it's more then a tingle
it's beyond a mingle
it's really love
when it's love
she's the reason
in =every season
you'll know it's love
there's words for speaking
not just for saying
it's really love
it aint about the weather
cause as long as were together
you know it's love.

she sought a better understanding
not a reprimanding
cause she's in love
tickle her fancy
gitty and dancey
we gotta groovey thing
keep me smilin
all the mean while and
you tryna make-ah me sing
we got it together
don't say I'm clever
I am just doing my thang
it's the love real love bring

it aint hat simple
polytemporal
every thing changing
like the rearrasnging
yesh Baby that's
the stuff








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MAMA I REMEMBER THEM THOSE DAYS for Mother Chlorine Rodgers--

*MAMA I REMEMBER THEM THOSE DAYS-

Mama, I remember the those days;
When you and grandma prayed;
We stayed in a church, them days;

Mama, I remember when we’d dance and sing;
Those this was be the joys, I’m now reminiscing;

And O’ what a time;
Seasons came around;
You in the kitchen;
Makin them pies, my, my, my

Mama, I remember them those days;
Mama, I remember them those days;
you teaching me my ABC's
you showing me what I need;
you holdin and huggin me;
you reprimanding, scolding me;

And O’ what a time;
Seasons came around;
You in the kitchen;
Makin them cakes and pies, my, my, my

Mama, I remember them those days;

01/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©

There’s no More Sunshine and no More Rain

i could strangle the sea with my yearning,
burning unfulfilled desires buried behind the shed
i take out the trash and pass it by on my way inside
putrid smell rancid reminder reprimanding me
i havent done my laundry yet but theres still time
just be careful with the colors
a game of keep away we play
until the next day and the next day
until we run out of days
theres no more sunshine and no more rain
and no more time to stay the same
when nothing comes to take your place
what good is it to stand and waste
the wick which wears your skin so thin

Standing Still, But Standing Still

I'm standing still
But at least I'm still standing

Some have their souls spill-
Their souls of reprimanding

Like dead leaves
Blowing in the wind
They wander
But do not go

They are a blanket
Chagrined
Of their souls
As cold as snow

They're ground, cracking at slightest quake
Allowing stones to tumble upon them
And more, lacking might and slamming brakes
Whenever they crumble some

For life yields challenge
There's strifes, the morale singe

But I will not stop when trespassed and infringed
I will not halt to a trouble, to a society unhinged

I will stand still
But, I stand ground

I'm standing still
But I'll never back down

Go

Go stand with your troubles
Go stand with your tears
Go on the snow
While dead leaves skim your tears

And there shall be a day-
If you always stand

There shall be a dusk
When you sprint on the land

Never fall down
Take this-- OUR poem's hand

You can't force a world
But your as for your soul

You're in command
~!

The Right Lane

When driving, if your speed is slow,
It’s always recommended
That to the right’s where you should go,
As road rules have intended.

The left lane is for passing or
If maybe you are speeding
And middle lanes may help ensure
That traffic flow’s succeeding.

Among most drivers, there exists
A tacit understanding
That anyone who thus resists
Will face some reprimanding.

So driving slowly on the left
May earn some bright lights flashing
Or someone on your tail whose heft
May threaten rear-end bashing.

It isn’t nice, but most of us
Would actually expect it
And those affected rarely fuss
But grudgingly accept it.

Yet lately some aggressive fools
Are tailing right lane drivers
In violation of the rules,
Which may leave no survivors.

The attitude I see today,
Which seems to be contagious,
Is “Me, me, me – don’t block my way!”
On roads, it is outrageous!

Last Words

My memory has been tainted
My mindset had been erased
My thoughts laced in worries
A lost expression painted my face

A place with no mirth
A place with a little injunction
A place brooded over past conversations
The sentences corrupted and caused dysfunction

The ghastly events raced through my head
The past plummeted through all my understanding
The idea of joy is mocked
I find life with constant reprimanding

God Wants To Save Us All

For God Did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world
 but that the world might be saved through Him.  John 3:17

In this season of penance
When we focus on our sins
It’s important to remember that the gospel is a Good News

It’s the news that God loves us 
Calls us always to be closer
When I hear sermons 
Homilies focusing on people’s shortcomings or flaws

I find myself wondering how many people listening actually
Spend most of their time logging themselves for their failings.
We’ve all heard reprimanding preachers
Found it hard to believe that we’re worthy of being saved

This passage reminds us that God wants to save us all
When I reflect on salvation
I don’t think so much being saved as of being saved
I think that God sent His Son into the world

To apply a salved to our aching consciences 
Flagging hearts to heal us
So take hope
God did not send His Son into the world to condemn us 

Aileen O’Donoghue
Turned to Poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse

Dance With Lucifer Satan-

Don't dance with Lucifer                               
You may be put in a trance
Dancing with the devil
You then said, whatever?
Leaves you with dirty pants
And if he breathes on you,
He's  deceiving you
It's his voice yet but it's your choice
so stop entertaining him
the old folks used to say don't git in bed-with him
So God stop reprimanding
Ain't no blaming
The dance card still remaining
You know what you're doing
Stop you manoeuvring
Just stop, so stop stand tall
Get off the wall
Take off your shoes
Walk over here
From where you stand
Come over hereunto this ground you stand on is holy grounds  
This ain't no dance hall
I found that I rather walk with God and Angels
Than to dance with Lucifer Satan

6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020

Highway Awakening

I am leaving
I am leaving it all behind
so many regrets,my injured heart heaving 
decades wasted,the hand of time I can't unwind

My bags are packed
My bags and shattered soul flee from reality
courage to face my fears,I lacked
cowardly running away,striped off all
 dignity

I am picking up pace
I am picking up pace and distance from the past
Harsh reprimanding wind flog my face
In the real world how long will I last?

I am finding a new beginning
I and finding a new beginning and making root
Am going home,the highway my awakening
nowhere to hide from bad decision,face it and be resolute.

Near Autumn

limbs have been twisted 
on blackened tongues of enmity

twigs of tormentia broken
settling deep into the arbors 
where sun refuses to shine 

disinigrated now,
left a crumpled brown 
walked upon and crushed

still somehow remembering what once was 

green - with life 
vibrant and free
floating in an oceanic breeze 
tantalizing the tease 
with beauty
so so tenderly 

but time has a way of ruining,
reminding, reprimanding 
fated days gone ill 
broken in disrepair 
despair 
lost 
lost
lost

gone 
the songbird serenades
gone

Condemning

condemning 
positive strides 
denouncing 
steps forwards 
rebuking 
changes made 
reprimanding 
efforts made 
scolding 
present version 
of the self for 
mistakes made 
by the old version 
of the self

A Serpent's Tail a New Form Created By Jane Dougherty

So, so sorry, my first Serpent's Tail poem a misunderstanding.

Landing me in bother with the inventor of the serpent's tail.

Mail, O I got plenty, reprimanding me, but very gently.

Mentally I thought what wrote was right, she too, thought it nice.

Thrice my attempts were wrong, so this time I have got it right.

Might seem a strange way to reply to any comment, but I often do.
 
Phew! The last word of every line, with the first of the next, must rhyme.* 

Time has helped me, and Catie's nudge has got me through my woe.

So, so sorry, my first Serpent's Tail poem a misunderstanding.
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Serpent’s Tail poetry, a new form created by Jane Dougherty

Rules:
Any line length, no set number of lines and no meter. To make the serpent, *the last word of each line rhymes with the first word of the following line with the last line being the same as the first, so the serpent eats its own tail. The last part is the tricky bit.
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Inconsistent Consistency

 Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose); 
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people 
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence. 
	
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious. 
No barricade can shield humanity from himself. 
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency, 
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic, 
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience. 
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity. 
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed. 
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.

Waiting

All of my texts go unanswered
My anxious calls slither to voicemail
I glance at the huge grandfather clock
My hands distractedly sorting the mail

I then check my trusted wristwatch
Its hands surely creeping beyond six
Reprimanding my heartbeats to calm
Some dinner I start to fix

The traffic check on the radio
Always has my undivided attention
Crashes, injuries and lane closures—
Your name to God I overtly mention

Those metal and rubber monsters
Frantically accelerating to get ahead
Send a prickly chill down my spine
As I mix the dough for bread

The walls around seem to move closer
The heat of the oven is stifling
If only you could call me once
Waiting and willing for the phone to ring

Written on:-2/23/2017

Sweet Little Lies

Sweet Little Lies


Those sugar-coated little sweet white lies,
could be at times, a chore that we despise.
To keep the peace, sometimes they are a prize
depending on how well the task applies.

With one you love, it often can be wise,
if asked a question where you must advise
like, "do I look okay," most times implies
a "yes dear" answer even though your eyes

observe miss-match of shirt and tie; disguise
your answer with affirmative replies.
And when he gives you candy as surprise,
though on a diet, telling him...unwise.

Or he goes shopping with your list and buys
some extra sweets like ice cream, cookies, pies...
you smile and say, "we needed new supplies,"
instead of reprimanding with your sighs.

Although your lie, "oh thank you dear," belies
your thoughts, it turns off impulse to chastise.
These small deceits in name of love give rise
to staying bonded...using sweet white lies.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Sweet Little Lies
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 07/08/2016

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