"rebuked" poems
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ILY My fam is so cute
#Hashbrowns @MyBFFFFs
Last looks of a father as he leaves
with a dry cleaned suit.
The last breakfast I ate with my family
Together. Rebuked.
Now it lays archived in the mind of i
A memory fragment less intact
than the Colossus of Rhodes
What's that? Let me Google that.
What will become of the crowd
The voices, in their plight are
"Like wow, Laughing Out Loud"
Like apathy is the new trend
Can we even say there is a greater purpose
of the time we Spend.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
"In the grave, whither thou goest."
O weary Champion of the Cross, lie still:
Sleep thou at length the all-embracing sleep:
Long was thy sowing day, rest now and reap:
Thy fast was long, feast now thy spirit's fill.
Yea, take thy fill of love, because thy will
Chose love not in the shallows but the deep:
Thy tides were springtides, set against the neap
Of calmer souls: thy flood rebuked their rill.
Now night has come to thee--please God, of rest:
So some time must it come to every man;
To first and last, where many last are first.
Now fixed and finished thine eternal plan,
Thy best has done its best, thy worst its worst:
Thy best its best, please God, thy best its best.
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Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
Was the Leopard—bold?
Deserts—never rebuked her Satin—
Ethiop—her Gold—
Tawny—her Customs—
She was Conscious—
Spotted—her Dun Gown—
This was the Leopard’s nature—Signor—
Need—a keeper—frown?
Pity—the Pard—that left her Asia—
Memories—of Palm—
Cannot be stifled—with Narcotic—
Nor suppressed—with Balm—
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I put little stock in counseling, simply because it doesn’t work for
me. That’s reasonable. right?
That’s why I’m not
going back.
Because contrary to the initial irrational paranoid belief held by
not me, I was not
***** by anyone this last July, I am not
an altered boy.
Repression? Obsessions? Depressions?
You’re right, in a sense. I was not
***** by one man this last July, I was
***** by the whole church for the past 18 years.
I learned, or perhaps deduced, from Sunday School
that all *** is sin
that inanimate objects had a goodness or badness about them
that Satan was in my head (by this I was terrified)
that all my friends were going to Hell (by this I rebuked them and was never forgiven)
that its true: my parents would have gotten me ****** to death in biblical times
because they love me
that I could choose who I was attracted to (apparently by watching straight ****
that God needs money
that the Internet is of the devil >mfw intellectual open market
that I could only achieve ****** once in a lifetime >mfw I came
that God’s love is conditional
that electronics are a sin if they make noise and are inside a specific building
that all Muslims are terrorists
that I’m worthless because I’m a sinner
that I’m inherently evil.
And I still miss it sometimes.
I miss the taste of Christ’s ****
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
Feel the strengths of vein that hold the whole of your neck!
A life of loose you live on believe
A hope, a Faith even when you barely know a god.
****** juz be like:#OluwaIsInvolved
Your father owns an Estate, even a country built in Gold
The #Street remains a #Paradise
You'll wanna go, even if you have to be named #Devil
You drop your #Pride like it never mattered
To gather a better world
Where you'd be worshiped as #Boss
You chase a #Bigger dream that the oldest in your family won't dare.
Rub-in all pains that attaining #LandNeverPromised would wanna bear
You #Focus , patiently hoping for what is never #Certained
You #Beg your 'Luck' more than the rate you beg your #God
To meet the #One that would bring you the #PayDay of no accountable #Duty
#Legitimacy becomes the most irritating Slogan you'll Cause your brethren that ever utters.
Authority, a #Foe that would stop you from dressing #TooLoud,
Anything you ever #Wished links way back to #Money
#MoneyMustBeMade the only #Pledge that keeps echoing in your brain
A #Brain that works only to unlawfully take from the token of a #Brother
With the #Vengeance-filled mind of eradicating Poverty that denied you of a better #Background,
When you have a #PayDay, you still long for a million more
In a better fold that could last you many more #Lifetime
Then, you pick back the #Pride you allayed for a while so #Long
Now reflect that part of you.
That part, you rebuked a #RichYoungDude earlier on for
Or the #Angelic one you would ever love a #Philanthropist for
Remain on the #LowestKey for 'a now's ' while
To be at the #HighestKey, even under the deepest ground
And keep your #Brain more opened than #YourEyes
While you make the only thing that keep you going as #GodBlessTheHustle
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Donald quacks. We better duck.
Tell the Cubans to mute that trumpet
While we, together, improve our luck
(or end up ruled by a Socialist Strumpet.)
The mallard was rebuked by Mitt;
adversaries began to bray.
The ducklings murmured: *guy’s unfit
to be elected anyway*...
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
I sat chatting to Alison of what I can't recall.
Why she was here I had no idea at all.
Ian laughed and made a reference to Cruella De Ville, a pet name for my ex that makes him giggle still.
Then she entered, seemingly frantic, papers dropped floating like feathers. Her hair trailed as though chasing to catch her as she raced through the world.
But no man could catch her as there was no race she was not even there but visiting the same.
She spoke loudly, her words echoed of Edgar Allen Poe. Deep and mysterious, soft in reference to my very thoughts.
She seemed familiar, yet not, oh how could that be?
Real and not there, I thought I had met her.
But probably not yet?
She opened a book and said listen to me she spoke so softley I just agreed.
I can't remember a word that she said only Alisons laughter and Ians nodding head.
They sat next to us but faded away I was losing reality but needed to stay!
The librarian rebuked them and I turned away, then I realised it was Caroline who was sat at the desk.
She turned and smiled and started to say
Hi I'm....
Before she could speak I said "Caroline"
I know
She smiled and leaned towards me, then I woke
The dream blown to infinity.
The library gone.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
**Last I read, the Alpha said Jesus gave us Wine, Bread and Fish. The Way, Light and Truth was spread for nothing in return, a moving Church made wide, stead for each. Today I see business in Church all made part of some tradition, no valid permission...just a twisted perception of the less in the lurch and the rich in the mission. All due respect, I've seen Priests get lured by church female adolescence, truth. Priests are mentors especially to juvenescence, no wonder now church feels like a fashion parade courtesy of young essence, youth. Our Kids are now spiritually weak, they think going to church cleanses the sins for the following week. Adults say they've tried, but I see God holding a cane...whoever rebuked my Aunt's burial, pray you're not first in the lane. Where do we run to when Holy places are not such an Oasis? When white man doesn't travel to the moon with you? I don't know your faces...just mine, Black Jesus and Yahweh as basis...**
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
they say
*"in this day and age
sane people don't memorize phone numbers anymore
the times are changing
don't you know?
it'll work out, it just needs time
things change with time
don't you know?"*
and believe me, I tried
but I can only give myself to you
so many times
until it begins to feel futile
and unbearable
I'd call your number, thinking
maybe with hearing your voice
I'd be rebuked by reality
but with each call
I was ****** deeper
into the black hole I created
that is you
I never doubted your fidelity
but rather my own
how close I've come
to giving you up
and how often I did
scared to abide for even another second
because your hollow excuses didn't prevent
the pain that shadowed
every cancelled dinner date
every 'I owe you' and
every missed call
I don't know what it was
or where it came from
that awful urge that dialed
when I knew you were asleep
or out of town
but it didn't take long
for the string of words
*"you've reached
the voice mailbox of
five five five zero one three eight
please leave your name and message
at the tone
or press pound
for more options"*
to be etched into my brain
where the sound of your voice
used to be
it's kinda funny, isn't it?
how I never cared for
the sound of your voice
but I figured
if I heard it enough
I'd get used to it with time
funny how I hardly ever heard it at all
funny how I can't remember it now
I still miss you in my sleep
do you still hear my voice
when I'm not around?
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
Sweeie pie mine
There's not a thing
I don't like about you
nothing I don't find in you
as fascinating as air sleep
food health joy utter happiness
birth city voice hips thighs oh
strutted walk talk smile lips sigh
how you wash my lingerie
parfume it and fold it dear
AMAME BESSAME!
You are my tree of life.
my GR, Rdd love pole you!
Ram me my everything
in good in bad times
you drive me mad
in love with thee
llámame
quiereme.
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Angel-Katijinbba.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
The world's greased, watch your step or you might slip and fall off of it,
Serpent in the garden where you're walking, show cautiousness
And nothing really grows there in the shadow of the Pyramid,
Of our plutonomy,
But honestly,
from the top the image probably isn't that vivid
That we're rats in the labyrinth scolded for eating cheese,
That we're lepers on our island rebuked for our disease
Once a pigeon ascends with doves, all in the name of peace,
The thin air is too comfortable, to return him to the streets
Hypnotized by a box framed with Rose-Colored glass
While The Owl burns bright and The Baphomet laughs
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw my self to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought it self so blessèd never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O, benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is, by evil still made better;
And ruined love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.
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Jesus you asked your disciples: who do people say that I am? There were many different answers. You asked your disciples: who do YOU say that I am? Peter replied "You are Jesus the Christ. The savior." A good answer, but then when you talk about your death and what you must suffer and Peter rebuked you for saying such outrageous things, you scolded him for thinking as we humans do, not as God thinks. Then you said that to lose your your life for Christ and the gospel, you would gain eternal life in heaven, but those who love their lives would lose them. That in order to follow you we must deny ourselves and take up our cross. You said what profit is there to gain the whole world but lose our lives? For what can we give in exchange for the value of our lives?
Jesus, who do we say you are? Who are you to us? Forgive us, like Peter, when we get upset with you when bad things happen because we think not as God thinks but as humans think. We don't always see the bigger picture and purpose. When you said "Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me" you were saying that we must cast off our old self, old habits and ways. We must carry our burdens (our cross) which create a way to connect to each other and to you. "For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and that of the gospel will save it." We must learn how to live selflessly and we must be willing to die to ourselves. If we lose or give up our old life for the sake of replacing it with a life for Jesus and the good news we will have eternal life. You remind us and warn us that the things of this life, their value could never come close to the value of our souls. You remind us not to fall victim to loving the riches of this earthly life more than we ought to love you and being with you forever one day. Finally, you tell us to be unashamed of Christ and the message and to share it with all we meet in a gentle and loving manner. We should not be worried about what others will do or say because it matters not as long as we are doing it with a right heart for you and the gospel. Thank you Lord for being our Savior, help us to die to the old ways that we might truly live with you. Give us the strength and courage to be unashamed of the gospel message and you so that we might bring another heart to you. Amen.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Anthea bade me tie her shoe;
I did ; and kissed the instep too:
And would have kissed unto her knee,
Had not her blush rebuked me.
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THE HEARTACHE OF TIME
I CAME TO A POINT IN THE WOODS OF MY MIND
AS ABOVE SO BELOW IN THE HEARTACHE OF TIME
AND I WISHED FOR A STOP TO THE MADNESS OF MEN
AND I WISHED FOR A STOP IN THE ACQUISITION OF SIN
ALONE DID I JOURNEY ONWARD FOR DAYS
LOST IN THE SILENCE THE WOODS AND THE HAZE
ALL MANNER OF CREATURE I SAW AS I WENT
REBUKED BY THE LORD AND ****** TO REPENT
ALL MANNER OF WOMEN THAT MOANED LIKE THE BEAST
REBUKED BY THE LORD AND OFFERED AS FEAST
AND I CRIED FOR ALL CREATURES LOST TO THE NIGHT
WHO KEPT ON SURVIVING BY VANQUISHING LIGHT
AND IT IS I TO THEM THAT OWE ALL MY THANKS
FOR MAKING ME SEPARATE OUTSIDE OF THEIR RANKS
I KEPT FAST TO MY CROSS AS I EMPTIED THE WOODS
FOR BEHIND AND A-FRONT CREPT MANY WITH HOODS
DEAD AND YET WALKING AND HATING ALL LIGHT
DEAD AND YET WALKING ARE THE CREATURES OF NIGHT
I CAME TO A POINT IN THE WOODS OF MY MIND
AS ABOVE SO BELOW IN THE HEARTACHE OF TIME
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I spent today reeling you in.
threads of your silk love
fluttered through the air
like broken, escaped spider webs
how can you be at once everywhere and nowhere?
on an old voyage moment
you rebuked me:
“You’re looking with the wrong eyes,
my dear”
But my eyes don’t dart differently.
I sit with the innumerable knots of your
miscellaneous elations.
I sift for the ends to start
unraveling, adapting
but maybe you are just one continuous
Idea
as lo
ng as we’
re
tan
gled,
Bind
the fibers of my physical being
catch
the flapping petals
falling from my
composed mannerisms
stitch
your whimsy
into each atom
of my salient figure-
fuse your feathered fabric
into my most raw elements.
My life is a matted disarray
of your truest notions-
A yarn Mount choreographed from
the diminutive strands
of your blinking captured freedom
I spent today reeling you in-
So- entwine me, Love,
net me forever, Sweet,
my dearest jumble to disentangle
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
She spat, she swore she fumed on me,
This little old lady of seventy three,
She called me bad and ugly as sin,
She said all this with a comfortable grin,
Her contempt for me was clear as day,
I asked her why she felt this way,
She tore my top and scratched my cheek,
Pulled my hair and cried “you freak”,
I took all this with no attitude,
Her language so vile and manner so rude,
I could do nothing but offer love,
That was rebuked with a cold shove,
Her eyes they burned into my face,
As I enveloped her with a warm embrace,
She yelled she kicked and punched my chest,
I tried to calm her, I did my best,
I had to call for the nurse at the end,
But a broken heart she could not mend,
She helped my mam back into bed,
And gave her pills to sooth her head,
After a while I recognised again,
The mother I love, in no more pain,
My father arrived with the moon,
They danced together across the room,
They didn’t notice me in the chair,
But to tell you the truth I didn’t care,
I was at ease with their meeting again,
I sighed and whispered no more pain,
Alzheimer’s is a wicked disease,
It’s brought our family to its knees,
We watched our mam slipping away,
Forgetting her life’s worth every day,
It’s only the love that keeps you strong,
And the memories of where we belong,
Heartbroken now but I feel at rest,
Coz I love you mam you are the best.
Christina Ford
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
I have heard this that when Gautam Budhha returned to Yashodhara after realization, she asked him why he left her and went to forest in search of God. Whether Gautam Budhha could have achieved the God even in her company or not? Gautam Budhha could not answer as he knew that God was also present in the presence of Yashodhara also. Hence there was no need to leave Yashodhara.
But I have got an answer to question of Yashodhara in another Story. Rinjhai was a Zen Saint. When he went to his Guru and asked how the God could be realized? Guru taught him various methods. For many years Rinjhai practiced those methods, but failed. Being fed up of his practicing various Sadhanas , he again went to his Guru and asked for realization. And Guru said Be the God. And that very moment Rijhai realized the God.
There is another story of Guru Nanak. Once upon a time, Guru Nanak was sleeping and his legs were lying towards the direction, where mosque was situated. Having seen this one Man gets angry and rebuked Guru Nanak saying that by putting the legs in the direction, where the mosque is situated, Guru Nanak was undermining the Glory of Allah.
Then Guru Nanak requested the man to put his legs in the direction, where Allah was not there. And it was a matter of surprise that in what ever direction, legs of Guru Nanak were kept, Mosque kept on appearing. It proved that Allah was every where.
Now let us begin again, Yashodhara asked the question, whether Gautam Budhha could not have achieved the God even in her presence and that going to forest and doing may Sadhana were useless. Similar questions were put to Rinjhai that if in a fraction of moment, God could have been realized , then what was need for doing Sadhanas for many years. Rinjhai answered that God could have been realized in a fraction of moment, but without doing many Sadhanas and Practices, the Mind could not have been broken. Without doing Sadhanas and practices of many years, the futility of doing Sadhanas could not have been realized. And the Story of Guru Nanak establishes that God or Allah is everywhere. All these 3 stories form part of chain. One regarding putting the question regarding futility of various ways for search for God, Another is answer of that and the third one is regarding proof of Allah or God.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
Growing up unguided and penniless
Torturous upbringing pushing me down
A handgun, speculating and rash
Gluttony attempts to smother my eyes
Wearing the condemnation of men
Appropriating the virtues of girls
Feasting in the winds of a fandango
Weakening under the need for support
Emblazoned under the influence of white powder nights
Ceilings lights spinning out of control
Locked up and discover the stars in strife
Sweet seclusion with a Beelzebub for company
Crawling through the gutters on all fours to get out
Black and white key arias connected
Caressing coloraturia platitudes on fire
Busting a gut on the walkway to truth
Peaceful vigilance a bismillah fraternity
Deserted, drowning in civilisation
Tanked, yanked and naked
Is this Mama Mia
Standing on two feet
Rebuked, not loved
Rebellion, unshackled
Revelations, so, not want to die
Reciting bohemian poetry before the bullet strikes high
Scaramouche....
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC
So lethargic
Victim of calumny
Ruptured appendix
Constantly rebuked
On the pursuit of happiness
Receiving flack
So pusillanimous
Looking for something cathartic
Fight with yourself
When your're your own worst enemy
Leaving everyone scratching their heads
And hanging on every word
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
First impressions are my worst impressions
Bad decisions and fallen angels
Pedantic stipulations
Derogatory semantics
Fight with yourself
When your're your own worst enemy
Leaving everyone scratching their heads
And hanging on every word
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
Review the glossary
Check the index
It's a lost cause
The cut throat is fighting
The masked wrestler on a tugboat
They're both wearing Hawaiian shirts
Fight with yourself
When your're your own worst enemy
Leaving everyone scratching their heads
And hanging on every word
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
-Tommy Johnson
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
My cheating heart
Tried and rebuked
Untamed hunger
Bearing raw fruit
Bewares these eyes
That pierce through the soul
Seeking out cheaters
Somehow they know
He'll never suspect
They'll never roll
No need to fear
Just let your'self go
Only a cheater really knows
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
there is no silence within you;
and still, no place to resonate.
amidst a flash of deja vu,
how could you form
your own escape?
chastised tongues
are bathed in blood;
salt the wounds now,
as she weeps.
the truth rebuked
in sacrifice;
what does it mean
to truly sleep?
the vivid recount,
you’ve been here before
familiar sounds,
foreign allure.
do halted hearts
liberate souls?
is your last breath
even your own?
dreams
dreams of black and gold
remnants of arson;
smoldered coals.
dreams
dreams of severed souls
lavish closets;
empty homes
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
I am growing a flower
'Twas rooted in good soil
I nurtured and watered my flower
It grew strong and bold in color.
Then a day came when foreign seed found its place and tainted thy soil
As nutrients became scarce
I poured more water so the soil became soft as I fought the foreign seed
I wept. My flower has rejected the nutrients from my water.
I fought till every foreign plant had been removed and rebuked their roots
I nurtured and watered my flower
It grew stronger and more bold in color
I have a new flower in full bloom.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Trident constellations of bird fleet in air
radiant faces of ardent youth screaming
yesteryear's cult revolt back in play
rights of citizens rebuked by foul plays
of government and corrupt politicians
persistent provocation of unorthodox
Gazing into an empty sky, I sit
listening to the laments of the sea
predicting the yet to come pestilence
and paying no heed to existing famine
derailed and deprecated humanity
leaving the society in a morbid silence
Unknown dialects speak
of a phenomenal widespread consternation
within the ugly facade
and beneath the false amicableness
lies an insidious spirit of denial
defiance is what you need to survive.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
Remember Gentlemen:
Bad behavior is to be rewarded, not rebuked.
The birds are too busy pecking at one another to build a proper prison system!
(And in the meantime, their legs remain open).
Enjoy yourselves!
(While the getting is good).
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC