"chastisement" poems
Eros will never agree with
The way you ****** your *****
To this ****** Screams and
Scratches, moans and murmurs
Of pleasure and pain, devoid of
Reason, embellished with passion.
Seasons of lust and burn, slash
And turn, tides of libido that has
No way to subside. You worship
This body at the altar of pretensions.
Hoping that even the gods through
The oracles, will speak to you in the
Language of mortals, and will bring
You some cataclysmic eruptions of
Heaven and hell. Will is nothing to
You unless confronted by contentment,
And sealed with chastisement.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
From the world unknown we came to self discovery.
We woke to a land our mothers had conceived us.
We came little and fragile, soft and tender.
The world we never knew received us to a people we never chose.
We came with tears in our eyes,
And echoes of sorrows in our voices ,
As joy and gladness of heart inexplicable prevailed the men and th women to whom we were born.
Our babies borne around back and front and side to side.
Little by little, day by day
We **** and eat and grow
Our innocent beings gradually were introduced to the world,
A world of pain and sorrow, a ruthless world.
A world of uncertainties, like children lost in wilderness as to Lord of the flies.
After so much love, care and tenderness, we began to know hatred, harsh words of tongues,
We were introduced to straight pains from rods of chastisement.
Some rods out of hatred born with envy,
Some out of love and correction.
We kept on growing like grass in summer, snow in winter.
We were sent to places where with our peers we learned to be better in our societies,
Primary and secondary to tertiary and to the universal world.
We learn to know ourselves our world and the way of tomorrow, it's uncertainties and unpredictabilities .
From the world we live free,
We were left to build our own,
The world of our own,
The beginning of our beings
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Kills me inside
Countless the times I cried
Wishing for words to be spoken
Like an answered prayer to be verbal awoken
A frustration,gots me screaming :"what's he feeling and why the reason,God?!"
"Is this chastisement with thy almighty rod?!"
Not to disrespect,but the pain to bear is deep,
I'm not understanding .....so again I weep.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Isaiah 52:14 As many were astonied at Thee His visage was marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men.
Isaiah 53:2 For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant and as a root out of dry ground; He hath no form nor comeliness and when we shall see Him there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from Him; He was despised and we esteemed Him not.
4 Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth; He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before his shearers is dumb so He opened not His mouth.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
When blue meets blue and green appears to intercede,
And a waft of breeze dusts one's cheeks with mild
Chastisement -- a wind that offers a hint of more to come.
What do we realize in the appearance of the endless sea?
We realize we have reached the limit of land.
The idea of infinity is objectified in one color --
Or is it two? This we only discover by trying
To understand what our human nature must be.
A truce with ourselves betrays the need
To learn and discover our self in our actions.
Trying to become the end we only imagined
In the breeze -- we create hope for our future.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss;
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway?
******** may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not -- would not, if he might.
1.3k
locked in prison
endless reams of mystification
why this chastisement
why do i feel no guilt or shame?
just a cell full of questions
why am i here?
i speak to a ghost-playful as ever
but that cannot be-never!
why am i not saved? where is my lover?
devoid of emotion, just feet that want to run
breaking through the walls and bars
running through a football field
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-Vijayalakshmi Harish
13.10.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
I am your corrupt concubine
set forth
a calamitous ***** force
swinging from a hook,
pitched feverish;
a dervish
loathing...
I see what you did!
oh yes, I see what
you did.
My satin is stained with years
of vile semantics,
I see that crooked *** smile...
I cannot translate,
each character, each chastisement,
each year a bitter palate of
'the finest.'
You have distance,
your mounds, and wads...
wallow in them,
a true master of the plan.
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 4:48 PM UTC
Depression at its finest,
from the darkness ever shineth.
Save me now O my God;
Jesus, my King, here I stand.
If this Your punishment be,
I willingly accept with glee.
If this be of the serpent wee,
O Lord deliver me!
God, I've sinned.
A seed has rooted deep within!
Your chastisement Lord,
of love it is; I'm in accord.
Perhaps not over but bring me through,
Up from the bottom of the cold, deep blue...
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC
. *I fell in love with a star, there suspended in the heavens. I fell in love with its light, its brights, its might. I gaze and catch glimpse of the galaxies. In its twinkle my heart sinks.
I fell in love with a star; here I stare from afar. Can't barely touch it, can't barely feel it, can't barely cradle it. But as sure as the sun would rise at daybreak, I can see it. And each time -- oh, every single time! -- I am mesmerized.
I fell in love with a star, who from above watches the earth. I know somehow it sees me, somehow it hears me, somehow it knows I exist. Somehow it guides me; to somewhere it leads me, and I cannot resist - to the sublime burning of its glory, I stand dazed.
And I wish that would suffice my longing for it to once wrap me in its light and quench my craving for an embrace, even if it means burning myself upon seizing a fireball in the horizon, so be it. I wish it would, but it wouldn't.
I fell in love with a star which I sometimes dread for its beauty that I cannot grasp. I want to feel it between my fingers and lingering on my lips. I'd invite it in my heart and open my chest. But all I can do is gape from afar -- the chastisement for loving a star.*
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
It isnt fair
that you should end up sleeping with the boy who boldly but secretly, confusingly just needed access to your bed
that the vague notion of your missing friends is actually a blatant chastisement about your social misdemeanor
That you should feel the urge to withdraw from any and all recreational opportunities because you can already tangibly feel the distressing friction between every differing fiber between both your brain and theirs
It isnt fair that you should be so clever, and resourceful but exposure of such elaborate operations will only occur outside all traditional institutions in the privacy of an empty audience
It isnt fair that you have unknowingly began a retreat from life and dinner with your family to find some solstice from a muddling indigent existence that requires you to obsess over trivial details just so you dont miss the rare gratifying hints of a walking compliment
It isnt fair that you'll say yes to anything you haven't learned from life experience to not want
and it isnt fair that one disadvantage should create others by consequence and default
It isnt fair that my adult facade should restrict my child appropriate responses and its public unrest
or for my simple unique characteristics to ooze the paint for which they'll use to commit my image to memory for the entire school.
I'll have to learn to put up with the eggshells that grind into the soft ***** of my feet when I blindly interact with other expressionless but feeling, thoughtless but intellectualizing people
and it isnt fair for my mortified laugh to be chastised
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Fay sat opposite Naaman on the bus
from outside the cinema
to London Bridge
her fair hair tied
in a ponytail at the back
wearing the lime coloured dress
that Naaman liked
the white open sandals
touching at the toes
she was quiet
and looked out
the window
as the bus moved off
Naaman studied her profile
the way her hair
was drawn back
and tied with a black ribbon
her ear
with the small ear ring
her pale cheek
the eye blue
and gazing out
one hand over
the other on her lap
the nails clean
and neatly clipped
the bus stopped
and started
and people got off
and on
talking
staring
some standing
most sitting
when the bus
came to London Bridge
they got off
and crossed the road
and down by the Thames
where they stood
looking at the passing water
you’re quiet today
Naaman said
looking at her
beside him
her elbows resting
on the low stone wall
I was almost
not allowed to come
she said
why?
he said
because the nuns said
I hadn’t performed as well
as they had expected
in my tests at school
she said
and so what happened?
he asked
my father was adamant
I was to stay home
and work at my school work
she said
but my mother said
I could do that
when I came back
and that it was only fair
that I have some time
of relaxation
and that caused a row
and then after fuming
and slamming around
the house he relented
and said I could go out
providing the visit
to London Bridge
had some historical merit
and I said it had
and that I was going
with you
she paused
and looked away
at a sailing boat
going by
and then what?
Naaman asked
he wasn’t happy about that
she replied
but I said you knew history
of the Bridge
and were going
to show me things
and he said do you
have to go
with the Jew boy?
I said I liked you
and he said
but his lot killed Jesus
and so on
Naaman gazed
at her lips as she spoke
he liked the way
her lips moved
as she talked
her eyes were bright
with an inner anger
then what did he do or say?
Naaman asked
he said I could go
but if he heard
any bad reports
there’d be trouble
and to know
what to expect
she sighed
he knew what was meant
but said nothing
how about something
to eat and drink?
he asked
I’ve only got 1/-6d
she said
which my mother gave me
on the quiet
I’ve got money
he said
my mum gave me
for chores I did
so they walked along
the embankment
to a cafe
and ordered two cokes
and shared sandwiches
and sat and talked
and watched boats
and ships pass by
on the river
she dreading going home
to her father’s possible
chastisement
but not saying
he thinking
of the Roman fort
across the water
centuries before
she looking at Naaman
thinking of the kiss last time
now wanting it more.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:28 AM UTC
The Jews searched long and hard
for signs of their Messiah's coming
but when he arrived as prophesied
they traded their King for a thief.
The Evangelicals love their bibles
Proud they see, for the Light has come
And not as Jews for they're true Israel,
Desirous as Eve, they hasten the Apocalypse.
The Evangelicals searched long and hard
for signs of their Messiah's return,
the lawless one arrived as prophesied
and they made him King.
If the Chosen suffered the Holocaust,
how can anyone escape chastisement too?
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
In the wildlife and brambles
of swallowing reality
I am animated with my friends,
Silent in the face of my enemy.
This is the nature of me,
my jaundiced and lily-livered,
Blossoming weeds.
In the torrid heat of the garden
Plastic petals cushioned by a non-existent breeze
The expensive and perfect roses speak
In a high and thin voice:
“She doesn’t belong here!”
I maintain distance, observing quietly,
Drinking in supple thoughts
My type of nourishment.
How strange! While we all exist,
I realise I am mostly the only one
Alone in this thistle-thorn entangle--
Spikes on spikes--
And these roses are cruel,
They bite my stems,
They scythe through my stalks.
They make it sound
with their chorus of coy voices,
That I am strangling them,
with my unkempt leaves.
Nonetheless odd and daring
In the best sense of the word
I was a bore to the masses
Amidst the roses’ mellifluous clamour
which was static white noise
and superfluous torrential chastisement
But I’m safe in knowing
that their words will crumble to dirt one day
And that being “social”, was just an experiment.
I left the town
in search of a happier place.
I am twisting skywards
for brighter light each day.
Do not misunderstand that I am completely alone,
I am better outside the garden now
As a light globular lump on the open road
Thriving on even the forgotten and sighing wind.
Occasionally I come across another fellow being
I wouldn’t want to choke with my untamed growth,
And we find sweet comfort in unspoken words
Between two lost, closet souls.
I would invite them graciously
To my snug abodes of desert peace,
To tumble about carefree
With the gentle caress of warm currents
Finding solace in vastness and anonymity
When we ride freedom breezes through scorched skies.
As the sun dips and glows behind the last clouds on the horizon,
We’ll be roaming further still from the plastic perfect roses
We’ll be together in the knotted wild,
Tumbleweed friends, you and I.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
How long?
Must I search this unplentiful Terra cotta,
Where wherin there's no ardor!!!
I seek a dame of barter,
A like minded poetress
Where she can unvape mine vest and release all the days tensions and mine affliction!!!!
A king and queens invention!!!!
How long?
Must I partion vows not seen?
Trade all mine hopes for cracked walk dreams,
And be a guest to mine own dillema!!!!
How long?
Shall I try to give thine all to one who's not there,
Nor doesn't call,
For ignorance to me is quite noticeable!!!
What's wrong the boys thou chooses excite you by nice ride?
With him you get high for a moments click to stardom!!
Folly indeed!!!!
I seeketh a special breed,
The kind that chamelionizes,
The one where no chastisement is known nor mentioned!!!
Her hand to be mine extension I giveth this anima,
Wherein conglomeration is ourn own villa,
And coition brings us to sanguine beautitude!!!!
What an inclination of proposes!!!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
I have never
(and hopefully
never will be again)
Secretly in such deep
Love with someone
Piano, guitar, trumpet, drums, voice
Brilliant in his ability
To absorb knowledge
His mind a sponge
Consistently chill
Not easily riled
Persistently positive
And funny
When we met I was
An overweight, ******
Textbook closet case
Face in textbooks
Eating and smoking
To fill the void
I’d find any reason at all
To spend time with him
Tennis?
Sure!, Let’s go!
Dinner out?
Who’s driving?
Monty Hall Piano Room?
Let me spark this joint first.
What’s worse was that I
Loved (and still love and adore)
His then girlfriend
And so it was this strange
Situation where I loved
The couple, was secretly
Obsessed with the boy
And so jealous of the girl
But I was too ashamed and
Self-aware to be nasty to her
Because it wasn’t her fault
Shame so locked in my marrow
I couldn’t even project
The insecurity it created
Cristo and Lirah
Would go out for a romantic
Dinner and I’d feel
More alone in those moments
Than any other
So I’d smoke and do school work
Or walk through the woods with Nayla
Or go eat with Jireh
~~~
Side bar: So it turned out that
Jireh had a big ‘ol thing for me
I was so blind because
Of my behavioral asexuality
‘Locked in’ gayness
Love for Cristo
I may have led her on for like, years.
That’s ******
And John had a thing for Jireh
Weird love non-triangles
All over the ******* place
- - -
We drank so much
I remember drinking every day for
The last month of my junior year
In WC14
Movie night?
Word: White Russians
Pair well with Bladerunner
My shame was so strong that
Even when I was blacked out
(Or nearly blacked out)
I could still use a Treuschler
Bathroom to ****
Then stare at myself in the mirror
And be disgusted with my
Own reflection
“You love him.
You love Cristo.”
“You’re ******* gay, bro.”
“SAY IT. "
"TO ANYONE.”
. . .
******* coward.”
Shame slicing right
Through the shitfacedness
For self chastisement
- - -
I told him I was gay
At a club in Baltimore a few days
Before I left for Micronesia
He said: “Where are we going
for your send off?”
I said: “The Hippo.”
He said: “You know that’s a
gay bar, right?”
“Yeah, man. It’s cool.”
I told him after returning from
Peace Corps
That I’d been in love
With him in our college
Years
Cool, collected and responsive
As usual, he said:
“Thank you.”
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
you knew
and now you know
the ways that i loved
did i use PAST TENSE
that wasnt me
it was the cat typing
i wouldnt insult you
brilliant person you
there is no hate here
i bleed for our kind
the two of us
denied
both denied and yearning
there is no abuse that can resolve
no chastisement to
cause me to perjurer
i have nothing for which to lie
about or for or with
open as a book i smile
smirk even
wag your finger my way
shake a fist
stomp me
i dont move
unless given permission
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Being alone, I stare at the sky,
Wishing its laws were mine to command;
I would dim the moon's refulgent light --
Might that help Heaven to understand?
Just as the moon's radiance would be missed
If it were abducted from its realm,
So my ship sails with no guiding light --
Too long I've stood alone at the helm
Would the dreary woodland not rejoice
Hearing the song of one faithful bird?
Yet, alone I trudge down Life's harsh path,
Deprived of Love's reassuring word
Being alone, I find no reason
To greet the dawning day with a smile;
I see no sense in praying for strength
To carry my cross another mile
Being alone, I cannot believe
There's a God who feels pity for me;
Without Love's light my ship navigates
In the darkness . . . and I'm lost at sea
And if it's a sin to renounce faith
In a God who cares, then cast your stone!
No form of chastisement could be worse
Than this bitter pain of being alone
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
So precious, so dear, so exquisite grin
All of us could have is Sanmati jinn.
Notable for her academic success in
Many spheres of schooling life she win
Almighty’s blessings – parents too – akin.
Talking debauched of her is for me like sin.
Toughly soft, visionary blind, free chagrin –
Is she though a fortune maker for father in
Job and all prosperity of life as kingpin.
All I need is she be best in discipline,
In chastisement, regulation and tailspin.
Notable for us is Sanmati – a stickpin.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
From the world unknown we came to self
discovery.
We woke to a land our mothers had
conceived us.
We came little and fragile, soft and tender.
The world we never knew received us to a
people we never chose.
We came with tears in our eyes,
And echoes of sorrows in our voice,
As joy and gladness of heart inexplicable
prevailed the man and woman to whom
we're born.
Our babies borne around back and front
and side to side.
Little by little, day by day
We **** and eat and grow
Our innocent beings gradually are
introduced to the world,
A world of pain and sorrow, a ruthless
world.
A world of uncertainties, like children lost in
wilderness as to Lord of the flies.
After so much love, care and tenderness, we
began to know hatred, harsh words of
tongues,
We're introduced to straight pains from
rods of chastisement.
Some rod out of hatred born with envy,
Some out of love and correction.
We kept on growing like grass in summer,
snow in winter.
We are sent to places where with our peers
we learned to be better in our societies,
Primary and secondary to tertiary and to the
universal world.
We learn to know ourselves our world and
the way of tomorrow, it uncertainties.
From the world we live free,
We're left to build our own,
The world of our own,
The beginning of our beings
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
Before our Savior
hung on that tree
where He gave His life
for you and me
He was bound to another
tall trunk of wood
stripped bare and naked
He meekly stood
It was Pilates order
that brought Him there
to appease the elders
for whom he had no care
The crowd gathered round
Mary was in their midst
wanting only her son
His dear face to kiss
It was whips of leather
tied with lead and bone
that was used by the soldiers
of the Empire of Rome
With the crack of the whip
Mary fell to her knees
as His cries rang out
her anguish all could see
With each swing of the whip
His blood fell like rain
but with the promise of healing
from sickness and pain
With each stripe they gave
His precious blood was spilled
and the prophet Isaiah’s
words were fulfilled
Isaiah 53:5
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon Him;
and with His stripes we are healed.
mkt
2016
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Worried? Are you happy?
Anticipation for my number to be called.
Waiting for the I, 65, that stays in the basket.
For the hearse to pass in a weirdly somber parade;
For my children to be home;
Waiting for the lake to freeze;
For the lake to thaw;
Waiting for release;
For the question and the answer.
A thought just popped into my head.
From where?
What's my brain telling me.
I've never told it anything.
It has a mind of its own.
These quotidian thoughts, like memories, ideas, pictures and songs.
Rare thoughts and self chastisement.
Common anxiety with no controlling redundant backup.
Where does the ocean begin? At the lapping of the water,
Or an inch beneath the surface sand?
Does the forest start with the leaf twirling in the wind,
Or with the roots under the asphalt?
Be happy... don't worry.
Glib!
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
It’s just the same thing
Day after Day
A cycle of old habits and curse words.
This boy was trying to learn without making mistakes.
Why must he always learn the hard way?
Bad writing he hoped,
would eventually lead to good writing.
A chastisement.
A judgement.
I need to change my ways.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC