Chastise the good and he will mend, chastise the bad and he will grow worse.
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Chastise the good man, he will grow better; chastise the bad, and he will grow worse.
Chastise a good child, that it may not grow bad, and a bad one, that it may not grow worse.
Chastise one that is worthless, and he will presently hate you.
God wanted to chastise mankind, so he sent lawyers.
The Judge
Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my
little child.
How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh
his merits against his faults?
When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my
being.
When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may
chastise who loves.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise the rebel spirit surging in my veins, let the Law deal me penalties and pains And make me hideous in my neighbours' eyes.
quote by Ada Cambridge
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Open Other Doors
They would often find fault,
And balk and chastise my efforts.
They found that comforting.
Not realizing my efforts,
Began paving their way...
When many were chasing each other,
In elementary school hallways.
Not seeing 'who' was opening doors for them
To walk easily through.
To eventually do nothing.
Or proceed to open other doors.
However...
They are quick to have a good time,
Not too far beyond the doors...
Already opened for them.
Even in their cries for unity...
They seem unable to do that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Little Finger
Your little finger is thicker than my waist so,
Chastise me with your whips amd i will learn;
For i am ready to die in the name of true love,
Because, true love is stronger than death itself.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One's Lofty Perch
Never waste in haste,
An impatience to chastise...
How someone should live their life.
Unless you are prepared to explain,
Why that day comes...
When your head is lowered in shame!
One's lofty perch,
Is seldom cemented!
The Earth giveth and receiveth all.
And for many...
Dirt may be considered worthless,
But it ain't! No, it isn't.
The Earth collects everything.
Even if it is tainted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Wise Like The Guys
So all you have is an
Emotion
Which to me is
A wrong notion
So slow is the motion
Leading finally to
A commotion
Take the potion
Of logic's promotion
Set in motion
That smart locomotion
If you must
Kiss the frog
Do not brag
Have no devotion
On that superstition
Be wise
Apprise and arise
Chastise disguise
Take the whys
Of the snake's eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fallow
Fallow, allow, low, flow, foal, fowl, of, law, fall;
And like a fallow ground in the land of your muse!
But, the forbidden assemblies are always around you.
Chastise,
Remain,
Overrun,
Overturn,
You have eaten the fruits of lies! !
But, i am ready to heal you with my love;
So, wake up and turn your life around to meet up righteousness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nightingale’s Song
A delegation of birds petitioned God
“Why is it you never chastise the nightingale? ”
God bid nightingale to speak;
“My way, she explained is different
March to June I sing
The other nine months, while others
Continue chirping, I am silent”
Sing your sweet songs beloved
While your Brethren clatter about
But know when to be silent...
That God may speak to you
(Inspired by Rumi)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Whom should I choose for my Judge? (fragment)
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader,
Who, in the work, forgets me and the world and himself!
Ye who have eyes to detect, and Gall to Chastise the imperfect,
Have you the heart, too, that loves, feels and rewards the Compleat?
What is the meed of thy Song? 'Tis the ceaseless, the thousandfold Echo
Which from the welcoming Hearts of the Pure repeats and prolongs it,
Each with a different Tone, compleat or in musical fragments.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Where Darkness Grows
First thy Tempest impaled thine body
And sliced thy most angry brow
Shard's of glass created blown crystal
And Bitter Winds chastise each vow
Unprincipled Deciple of Circumstance
Purveryor of Broken Bleak Dreams
Covetous by the legion's of Prodigal's
Denatured are thy slicing of screams
Enabler of thy diabolical
Cutting curt and obscene
Crusified and nailed bleeding
In realms that only thine deem
Proclaimer of all that 'tis decadent
Where Weeping Willows faintly grow
Your Tempest 'tis thy Shadow forever
Where they river Styx eternal doth flows
Remembering always
Especially now at Easter
The darker other side
That plays way too big
A part in the World
poem by Theodora Onken
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In his eyes
He lights me up
When immanently
I’m in his eyes.
He wakes me up
Almost always eminently
To sunnier; golden, skies.
He wakes me up
In his love; in the gentle
Wings of a turtle dove.
He warms me and then, but
Never the less burns in me
Surly even before, he sojourns, in me.
Oh yeah!
There is really nothing to disguise
Not even for the disenchanted to chastise.
When you find;
That in his love, for you!
Is a heart ache; never more true.
Never more a truer sign neon blue!
Than in those stigmata palms
Held out too you.
There is a world unremitting...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Love Sonnet XLII
My true mind makes as many loves of you
As my full heart contentedly can hold.
And when the one grows dull, the other cold,
Yet comes another swifter in to woo.
I could not rue such changing retinue
Nor chastise circumstance that keeps me bold.
I make you young or middle-aged or old
Just as it pleases my own whim to do.
And then to counterbalance what you give
Thus all unwittingly, I smile or frown,
Am thoughtful, mirthful, grave or sunny-eyed
To meet your mood and help you best to live.
In me, all women to your wish bow down.
In you, all men at my desire abide.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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Brazen Sun
A brazen sun glorified me as I spoke,
With diligent courts that suggested treason;
This cryptic world was a dozing man
With liars around and fences so swinging.
I want to chastise this man when prison
Arrives to solely occupy the premises.
Punishing him is punishing me,
For the fortnights and days go by.
A flimsy but strong affair has broken off,
With sturdy drawers to test the occasion,
Once we decide the actual avenue of thought.
Pleasure is at the hands of the priest
Who with the worst of beasts presides over us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ink Is My Blood
I am a poet.
There is ink in my blood.
I flow through lines
As a river meandering its course.
My blood is ink,
Ink is my blood.
I give life to the depressed
I flow to educate
I flow to enlighten
I meander to caution
I wriggle to chastise
I correct ills in the lands
I flow beyond borders
I flow through out the world.
My ink flows ceaselessly after my departure
It flows to the land I never tread
My ink is my life.
My ink may look ordinary
But it is a potent force.
My ink does not faint
My ink is my blood
So, enjoy the drops of my blood
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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A bare afternoon
Waking to a breaking thought
rude warblers in the tree's dark
contort the image
in the eye
of a sundered dream
into a wholesome bounteous vision
The symphony is expansive
trained to unnatural correctness
alien to the warbler
bends order to
mastered mindfulness
regimental violins
scold and chastise
the senses to D Major
Now the sparrow and Segovia
minuet in the sun
lurk in the veins
clasping word on wing
numbing sense within sound
silenced within windows
the blaring harshness of the warbler
(© T. Wignesan, London - 1963 from the collection: tell them I'm gone. Paris: 1983.)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Good Luck, Bad Luck
(ed king -mike estes)
I aint the son of the seventh son, black cats wont cross my path
Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out fast
I wasnt born under no bad sign, but it was friday the 13th
East, west, no, yes
Hot, cold, tell you this
Aint nothin in between
Its either good luck -- Im the last to get it
Bad luck -- Im the first
When its good, aint nothin better
When its bad, aint nothin worse
Well life can be a little hard sometimes, you do what you gotta do
A lot depends on the luck a man has and the cards thats been dealt to you
Id fold this hand if I could or at least take a card or two
I been around
Had my ups and downs
Tell me does it sound little like you
Good luck -- Im the last to get it
Bad luck -- Im the first
When its good, aint nothin better
When its bad, aint nothin worse
Its either good luck -- Im the last to get it
Bad luck -- Im the first
When its good, aint nothin better
When its bad, aint nothin worse
Its either good luck -- Im the last to get it
Bad luck -- Im the first
When its good, aint nothin better
When its bad, aint nothin worse
Good luck, bad luck
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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