I hopped the afternoon bus to town
stopping at this, and every, corner.
In front, I heard a balding crown
spewing the words of a scorner.
He rides this same bus every day
as though he has some place to be.
He spews his hate along the way
to any who listen to his spree.
One day he failed to be on board,
the man who is so full of hate.
I wondered if he fell on his sword
and, himself, became his own fate.
An illness of the mind they say
can stir a person to things inane.
To those who don't hear the sway,
his acts and words resound insane.
Categories:
scorner, emotions, feelings, mental health,
Form: Rhyme
The future is unknown,
events therein unseen.
Void is the crystal ball,
whose eye promises all
the answers to enthrall.
The future is unknown~
even the best guesses
using all past data,
fall short, and they include
the alpha and zeta!
The future is unknown,
traveling toward us
with unstoppable speed;
days spin past like a storm,
and we, helpless, accede.
The future is unknown,
the choice is ours to make;
hide in a dark corner,
or embrace the journey
and not be a scorner.
Categories:
scorner, life,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
Written: March 2nd, 2023
Categories:
scorner, analogy, inspiration, life,
Form: Triolet
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
Written: March 1st, 2023
Categories:
scorner, analogy, creation, death,
Form: Triolet
While fighters ought to be gracious and calm, feeling fury is a sign of weakness. ( By author )
When everything droops in your wake
Your stance was hollow; it was fake
Your path is fair yet worth the wait
That's where you should wander your fate
I'd cop through a scene of wanton
Key strewn bits are struck by motion
Turn over sadly; roots are hay
I'm vowing my last breath away.
My heart calls for few gouge scorner
Truth spoiled on the side of corner
I am quite keen to accomplish
Fight failed, but never the skirmish
Dread sweeps the sight, and the mind stray
Smile on the lips once sorrows spray
Nose-binds to trust, waive stink disdain
Heart falls with each sight; calm remains.
Uproar warmly greeted my stride
When the grind of routine subside.
The pulse dashed at the sight I view
And heart was thumping in my chew
I breathed to calm my helpless feet
"Stay calm and grow on," to my greet
From inside, mind is home to loads
It's wicked snide skimpy and goads.
Written: January 12, 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
scorner, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Couplet
Seasons Of Life
Written: by Miracle Man
October 18, 2020
No matter life’s season you’re laboring in,
the best should be just around the corner.
Oft times we relive the things that have been,
or let our present season make us a scorner.
With each clock’s tick our lives we rearrange,
oft wondering what our season has in store.
God is the specialist who manages change,
and gives us faith as new days we explore.
Keep your heart centered on Jesus each day,
living each season and not to sin be enslaved.
For Jesus has said that He’s the truth and way,
* and It’s He that endures to the end that’s saved.
*Matthew 24:13
“But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.”
Categories:
scorner, god, life, seasons,
Form: Lyric
Proverbs 13:1--PM2
To what ends ~ wise best remain silent fools, than speak and remove all doubt.
Proverbs 13:1 KJV
"A wise son heareth his father's instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke."
2019 October 20
*1st Place*
Proverbial Monoku 2
~~Carol Connell
Categories:
scorner, character, inspirational, meaningful, perspective,
Form: Monoku
Cancer at Twenty-Eight
(alive at Eighty)
Written: by Miracle Man
8/29/2019
A diagnosis of Cancer,
Had me at life’s turning point.
I sought the face of Jesus,
Believing He’d anoint.
All I saw were steep odds,
Stacked against my person.
And without divine help,
My situation would worsen.
I sought forgiveness for sin,
And was no longer a scorner.
Then God delivered me,
From a hopeless corner.
A loving God could foresee,
What was about to transpire.
That day, out of love,
He’d set my fields on fire.
Categories:
scorner, cancer,
Form: Lyric
Pugilist,
(Pick Your Arena Then Make Your Opponent Earn It)
Written: by Tom Wright
2/9/2018
At times in life I’ve exceeded my expectations,*
Often being driven by my earlier laid foundations;
Most competitions end only after one was bested,
I wouldn’t know my hearts contents- until tested.
It was never an edge my opponent might boast,
Or style points awarded for striking first or most.
The prime indication of how a contest would end,
Was the determined effort I was willing to expend.
It’s often been the presence of Jesus in my corner,
That has turned the tide against some evil scorner.
But to fully appreciate the taste of victory’s seat,
I first had to know the agony coming from defeat.
* New Years Day 2017
In any conflict (health or otherwise)
Unless you fight as if there’s no tomorrow,
There well may not be one.
Tom
Categories:
scorner, conflict, courage, health, heart,
Form: Lyric
How is the cruise?
When my feet could barely touch the pedal
I rode bicycle as if I wished to win Olympic medal
Every day on my knee or elbow was a new plaster
Plus one or two dirty slaps from my angry sister
Why did you buy him bicycle now? Asked my mother
Practice makes perfect replied my fearless father.
The day I dared a deadly gradient in my quarter
My ride took to the right and I in the left gutter
Stood up with a wound bigger than just a bruise
Then came this scorner who asked: how is the cruise?
Categories:
scorner, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
The Library was a quiet place
I’d go there twice a week
To find solitude and my own space
Where nobody would speak.
Books upon books adorned the shelves
Some were unread for years
All covered in dust with musty smells
Or tea and coffee smears.
Where I’d find me a quiet corner
Nose buried in a book
The librarian looked a scorner
Disdain with every look.
Now the library has gone online
Peace and quiet now gone
Banks of computers the new frontline
With printers added on.
And tiny tots run and scream and play
While mothers sit and smile
As everyone’s nerves begin to fray
And looks become hostile
Days are gone where silence was kept
And talk was met with “Hush”
Where you sat and read or even slept
And woke up feeling lush
Your books are now read from a tablet
Downloaded yesterday
Library no longer a magnet
At much to your dismay.
Categories:
scorner, books,
Form: Rhyme
She sits in her room in a dark corner,
Just a hint of Sun through the shade!
Not a sound in sight, for they all fade.
Her dreams rile a self-centered scorner.
With so little light it can’t get much warmer,
She sits and she waits to become readymade.
Her debt to society has been collected as paid.
By herself she became a self scorned mourner!
It was just another day,
And another existence,
But in a whole new way!
Simplified self resistance!
It is Her earnest way of tackling His wile baiting!
Prompting a dueled birth of His Lady in Waiting!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Categories:
scorner, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
So sacrifice the sacrificial,
like a windblown winter thistle,
directionless, unguided missile,
too late, too late, the warning whistle.
Deaf and dumb, ignore the warner,
crouched and shrouded in your corner,
since time began, the endless mourner,
hiding from the ceaseless scorner.
Darkness that no light can breech,
sightlessly your eyes beseech,
straining, but just out of reach,
silent sermons never preached.
©Danielle White
Categories:
scorner, allegory, confusion, faith
Form: Monorhyme
Lil Jack Jorner
made potti in the corner;
now he's teased
by the class scorner!
McCuen Copyright October 2008
Categories:
scorner, funny
Form: Limerick