Soft-shelled things by their sources laid
On spots assuring them no raid:
In my poultry picked up by maid,
With care handled or her upbraid
“Boiled or Omelets but with bread,
For my breakfast do as I’ve said!”
I’d quip: Mirror Image of Earth!
As birds live, we’ll record no dearth,
In shape completely the oval -
All Eggs and The Earth are global….
Egg-laying time the hen cackles,
With man’s presence: rising hackles!
Snakes wouldn’t want you to come near;
Once you do, for your heels I fear,
That of Powerful Eagle rare:
Sure, The Eagle won’t seekers spare!
The glad choice of some shrines and gods;
Extend them and they’ll drop their rods;
You won’t again be hit like pods;
From then a life of happy nods…
When dropped or found on the ground: eggs
Time to carefully drag one’s legs;
Why each week in my abdomen?
Not its yolk liked: it’s Albumen.
Categories:
upbraid, animal, creation, imagination, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Alone in the wood featureless and stark
hid a beast of burden that surly crept,
for countless years behind the hidden bark
its dying soul among the dead unwept.
In the House of the Garden of Hollies
beckoned a bright light through asylum gate,
and led him from those dark satanic trees
to be with her in a late tryst of fate.
Out of the labyrinth black forest fade
rose that weary Ox from dolour and scorn -
from retribution in his own upbraid
to the amnesty of the coming dawn.
Into the clutches of a Dragon’s lair
entered the Ox on a kiss and a dare.
Written: December 1997
Categories:
upbraid, heart, relationship, romantic love,
Form: Sonnet
Is it true Said the child to it's Father,
That we all have to be very good,
And We don't have a choice if we'd rather,
Be naughty and play in the mud.
The father was pensive and thoughtful,
And pondered this question some time,
“If you want to be naughty then do it my child,”
I still will upbraid you, but it will only be mild.
You have a will of your own, and you must be free,
To find your own path, without, advice from me.
I always will be here, you can on that, depend,
And your independent rights, I strongly, will defend.
The child looked up, and shaking her head,
That is not good guidance, father, she said.
I need to know the wrong, from the right,
The difference is all, be it, ever so slight.
You sought my advice, and that I have given,
your words show, down what path you are driven,
I cannot do better than, where you are now,
Your admonishment proves you already know how!
Categories:
upbraid, age, father, growing up,
Form: Verse
The people who love me.
I'm a crazy girl for them.
The people who hate me.
I'm a lousy gal for them.
The people who ruined my life.
I'm a broken reed for them.
The people who upbraid me.
I'm a hoyden for them.
The people who poke fun at me.
I'm a duffer for them.
The people who betrayed me.
I'm a dud for them.
The people who don't know me.
I'm a stranger to them.
Categories:
upbraid, anger, emotions, pain, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Is it true Said the child to it's Father,
That we all have to be very good,
And We don't have a choice if we'd rather,
Be naughty and play in the mud.
The father was pensive and thoughtful,
And pondered this question some time,
“If you want to be naughty then do it my child,”
I still will upbraid you, but it will only be mild.
You have a will of your own, and you must be free,
To find your own path, without, advice from me.
I always will be here, you can on that, depend,
And your independent rights, I strongly, will defend.
The child looked up, and shaking her head,
That is not good guidance, father,she said.
I need to know the wrong, from the right,
The difference is all, be it,ever so slight.
You sought my advice, and that I have given,
your words show, down what path you are driven,
I cannot do better than, where you are now,
Your admonishment proves you already know how!
Categories:
upbraid, age,
Form: Verse
There is indifference if I fail by trying
But there is jubilation if I finally succeed,
To persuade contrast faces quietly marvelling
With kindness to those who are in need.
There is love and sometimes there is peace,
The unknown scarcely threaten our realm,
To know the fear of hazards exist in space,
Will it be a virtual atmosphere or real pain?
There’s assurance, both of spirit and soul
The Kama of surety on earth we try to claim,
Our conscience inherits this virtue as gold,
In heaven, who knows what will be our name?
The future is unknown; unseen by our deeds
Permitted only with glimpses of what we feel,
Model upon other foundations reality succeeds
But those emotions are not always real.
The unknown advent angels secretly proclaim
Celestial beings with stern human face arrayed,
How will their awesome presence reign?
Over the fallen nations that they upbraid.
No pruning or pining or resurrection wishing
Entity elsewhere to share the unknown eternity,
We will stand with our lives overwhelming,
Witnesses in the surrounding world of plenty.
Categories:
upbraid, angel, anxiety, bible, destiny,
Form: Free verse
idealism of youth
mélange of
dreams and prayers—
disparate yet intertwined—
assembled in their thunderous ranks
to echo past myriad
gleaming colonnades that
buttress evermore eternity
self-betrayal and realization
stolid mind shattered
by coruscant might,
and one's irreverent yearn
in shards was rent asunder,
bereft of merit but who
transformed amid the filth—
banality dismissed
sorrow and reconciliation
grieving stream of years
torn from Chronos’
pavilions tattered—
first estranged but then
with fairness stemmed
life's passing entourage—
muted those who would upbraid
apotheosis
were you there
you might have seen
time begging after destiny,
which turned aside
what once had been—
transcendent he continued then
past worlds without an end
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Categories:
upbraid, heaven,
Form: Free verse
My heart is raging….
I’m raging, churning, foaming
Driven WILD...
Incensed, appalled, angered
Filled with BILE
I’m savage, delirious, raving
Mad
Barbaric, feral, tempestuous
BAD
I’m tossing, storming, brewing
About to pound
Crashing, smashing, demolishing
Declared Unsound
I’m rampageous, furious, livid
Untamed
I’ll batter, break, uproot
And upbraid
I'll take you, shake you, hound you
Demand
Seize you, posses you, undress you
Command
Unleashed, unchained, unbroken
Free
Beware, take care, watch out…
FOR ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
upbraid, storm, strength,
Form: Rhyme
We hope that Early English dance alone retains its zest,
to charm and please our devotees, we do our level best.
We’re not quite sure if all we do, has quite the Morris ring;
but, anyway, we’ll strut around then try and do our thing.
We ring our bells like this, we tap our sticks like that;
we know it looks preposterous to wear this silly hat.
But if it’s not exactly right, we hope you won’t upbraid;
you can’t arrange a jig or set, like trousers - ready made!
~
For Debbie's Native Cultures Competition.
Categories:
upbraid, confusion, dance, hope,
Form: Verse
A beggar cannot dare expect fabulous gifts.
His impolite joshing keeps logical men nervous.
Old panhandlers quite regularly start to upbraid virtuous women.
X-rateds yield zilch.
Categories:
upbraid, funny
Form: ABC