When the brain's befuddled
gone astray
the mind's a muddle
lost my way
then's when I could use
a cuddle
to pick me up
set me straight
get me going
yet not too late
see me through
somehow
and if it's all the same to you
I could do with one right now
When I went looking
For it today
I noticed that a certain Emoji
Has gone astray!
I thought I hadn't seen it,
Skipped past it and missed.
Several times I've searched
And it is not on my list.
It really comes to something
When out of your control,
On your own device,
An Emoji goes AWOL....
It's a funny looking thing
For its eyes are not placed
In a central position
But either side of its face!
With is mouth in shock,
It somehow got away
For I can't find it anywhere!
This Emoji went astray.
An old herdsman said to his son
when one went astray,
untethered take note,
it just wandered away,
“You get my goat!”
A present pupil told the teacher
who the register was taking,
with such a serious cough,
the whole school was shaking,
“You tick me off!”
A bossy boyfriend informed his girl,
“We're going for a walk in the woods,”
but bitterly tired of being bossed,
she gave him the goods,
“You can get lost!”
The carpenter spoke to an apprentice,
yet, as his instruction received no thanks,
believed he was teaching a clown,
and, like sanding a pile of planks,
“You wear me down!”
I have a secret hidden deep,
And that is where it must needs keep.
If love is one you wish the best,
Can truly say forget the rest,
A trusted friend you know is true,
Admired by the knowing few.
A few, I think, have loved me,
But mine is not who they should be.
With no begrudging, breath to flame,
There's only one whom I could name.
When, at night, I cannot sleep,
Every other thought I steep,
Will take the form of worried hope,
For one more day for one to cope.
Other lives do not bring worry,
And yet to one my cares will hurry.
I try each day, not to speak,
Of one whom I can never seek.
And to the one I daily touch,
I'll wonder if I've said too much.
The only one for whom I'd pray,
Would hate the thought if said that way.
With each of us of Albert's ilk,
It comes to not with silent silk.
Yet now I know there will be two,
For summer brings his breath anew.
My tiny heart will soon forget,
The one for two that I'll beget.
The one will know and take a seat,
To selfless smile and happy greet,
A more befitting love of mine,
For whom to write a simple rhyme.
My muse is a
Goddess gone astray
She has to be
to deal with me
It seems like she's
always there when I need her
Through all my
travails and ups
and downs. She never
complains. Just gives
me support and comfort.
Whispers sweet music
into my ears
She is definitely
a Goddess- - - - - - -
Like Beatrice to Dante
She has captured
my heart and Love
What a pleasure
to have her around
I once knew a man of promise
He came to live by me
But now he’s gone
No longer here to see
I don’t know where he went
He has just gone.
Maybe he lost all hope
Got lost in transit
An un-delivered package
Shuffled off
Prepared to be burned
In the slums
Outside the central post office
Or killed in his sleep while dreaming.
And if he’s out in the fields
Talking to the asparagus
That would be a tragedy
But that’s another story
I can’t say where’s he’s gone
I haven’t heard from him
It seems like an eternity
Eternity, I once knew that too.
A brave black sheep and a wintry white crow
At midday moon got lost in the meadow.
The duo shed odd differences with pride
And found themselves as a groom and a bride.
Black sheep’s family so thrilled to entwine,
Gathered gayly to embrace new bloodline.
Now the sheep and the crow coo in delight:
Beware: not everything is black and white!
I took the road less traveled
to hear if a falling tree
with no one around
aside from me
(yours truly)
does make a sound
but lost my way
in the bewilderness
veered far astray
and for the life of me
couldn't see
the forest for the trees
but if I could
it would feel so good
not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump
as then I'd be out of the woods
Gone Astray
like a lost sheep I often go astray
He always comes to find me
and leads me gently home
past is a lamp for our feet
and a light for our path
like an accomplished teacher
it comes to our rescue
any time we go astray
Some shall never see the truth,
I've been this way since youth,
The mask I wear is layers upon layers of paint,
So many that facial features appear faint,
Unable to see due to this dark veil,
Just praying that my feet will not fail,
This prison created by my misguided will,
A deep maze walked by society's swill,
Knees and palms strike dead dry soil,
Lead me back to the 99 and from this toil,
Glory I've taken is now all yours, Lord,
My trough has been hit and I have been floored,
Help me stand to live with no more mask,
Please Lord to be with you is all I ask.
Little does my mind rest
Wailing and scraping at the walls of my brain
The feeling of being lost forefront
Guiding lights leading me astray
To find the end an impossible outcome
Yet lying down to die not even a choice
Trying to break the patterns I’ve set
Failing to change who I am
Maybe I don’t need to change
Just find a way to accept myself
Though my mind may never rest again
I refuse to let the static kill me anymore
All we, like sheep, have strayed
From the good and righteous way
Choosing a shepherd to lead the flock
Is the difference between pasture or rocks
One will feed and nurture the sheep fold
The other waits over the edge, below
Follow the Black sheep to the brink
Or the false shepherd, distracted with drink
Go your own way with little light
All will bring you to a disastrous plight
The Good Shepherd leads with rod and staff
To protect, and guide on a true and safe path
Across the sprawling hills at a place called Arlington.
A gentle place where dreams and hopes still live on and on.
It's where gentle wind blows down across the way,
It fills those marbled halls and there they will stay.
In those walls where dreams became reality,
In these halls a group of people made this country united and free..
A perfect union dedicated to freedom and equality .
A group of people from all walks of life.
Gathered in complete unity.
Yet today those words seem to have lost their way,
It seems they somehow have gone a stray.
Those fine men on that hill across the way,
Sit and wonder is there one who can show them the
Error of their ways.
Is there no one who shares the hopes, the dreams and the
Need for unity,
Is there not one among you who still believes in the words united and free
Louise Riveiro -Mitchell @March 2024
Sent from my iPhone
by using eyes to
Indentify wise people,
you can go astray.
September 22/2023
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