Best Assumptions Poems
It is merely speculation
Yet we get ourselves worked up
Before it’s said and done
We conclude, it’s just too tough
All because of a notion
Not a concrete fact
We question, where we’re going
Eyes fixed on our own backs
We determine that we know
The Who, what, why and where
Frigid feelings snow
Tension chills the air
Defensive out of spite
Caused by our suspicions
Could be wrong, may be right
We assemble our own prisons
Don't Get Caught in the Looking Glass
I want to understand what it is that I see,
My goal is for truth and not what I want it to be.
What each of us perceive to be true,
Could be only our minds like so many do.
Hold on to the facts and don't let them slip,
Focus on what's real and never shoot from the hip.
The biggest flaw that I know I could have,
Is to assume too many things from the past.
Take all the facts and place them in frame,
Assemble the parts and don't assume blame.
When the pieces are together and gaps do appear,
Your picture of truth will soon be near.
Connect all the dots deep in within your mind,
And the logic will flow and the facts will shine.
The flow of the facts will fill the missing pieces,
You can understand truth and your knowledge increases.
-Not for any contest
Assumptions
By Jeremy Edgar
Most conflicts are a creation,
Of poor communication,
Or provocation,
Caused by misinterpretation.
Use your imagination,
And gather information.
Avoid aggravation,
With a small investigation.
So resist the temptation,
To make an accusation.
Misinformation,
Can lead to humiliation.
When I was just a little boy,
Attending Sunday school,
The story of Methuselah
Outshined the golden rule.
He was just like Rip Van Winkle,
A kind old gentleman,
Who lived more than nine hundred years;
The oldest living man.
And so I closed my story book,
Assumptions grew from there.
I wrote an ending in my mind,
And sealed it with a prayer.
But looking closer at the facts,
Something else emerges.
And here is where the fairytale
And the truth diverges.
His age was one eighty seven,
At his son Lamech’s birth.
One hundred eighty two years more,
And Noah graced the earth.
He was three hundred sixty nine,
When Noah joined the game.
And in Noah’s six hundredth year
The deluge waters came.
Scripture says Enoch and Noah,
Walked with God all their lives.
So God spared Noah’s family,
His sons, even their wives.
But what about Methuselah,
Was my assumption right?
Did he not also walk with God,
Into salvation’s light?
When the Lord said unto Noah,
In reference to mankind,
That their hearts were always evil;
Like each thought in their minds,
Was Methuselah excluded,
From God’s picture of men?
Did God call him a righteous man,
Whose heart was free of sin?
My assumptions were proven wrong,
The evidence was clear,
Methuselah’s death and the Flood
Occurred in the same year.
No scripture said he walked with God,
Or was a righteous man.
No word about a peaceful death,
Or any divine plan.
We just assumed the best for him,
For he had Adam’s blood.
We hoped that God had spared the man
From dying in the Flood.
The one who disregards the facts,
Clings to their presumptions.
And their beliefs are built upon
Incorrect assumptions.
You're a sick witch
Do you realize what you've done?
The family doesn't trust him
Now that you've gone and said something dumb
I see the looks they give him
And he didn't even want to come
But at that one Hanukah party
You had a bit too much fun
I know what you really are
You're a racist with no soul
Just because my dad is dark
You wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole
Yes, I am fairer than he is
He may be darker, but you're heart is coal
If you want to be proud of yourself, go ahead
Because your idiocy has taken its toll
You think you're better because you're white
But the truth is there is no such thing as race
We are all humans and we are all one family
And that is the reality you have to face
I'll scream at the top of my lungs, need be
Bind my hands, fill my eyes with mace
My father would never hurt me, you racist jerk
The only thing he'd ever do is give me an embrace
Assumptions:
You may assume that I am a grizzly bear because you hear me growl. Until you see that I am merely scratching my back or singing my song.
You may assume that I am a kitten because you hear me purr. Until you see me licking my paws after a fresh kill.
You may assume I am a hurricane when you see the rain in my yard. Until you learn to dance for cleansing.
You may assume that I am the sunshine when you do not see the clouds. Until you see the fog between the sky and I.
You may assume I am the rock that is strong and never moves. Until you see a crack in the foundation.
You may assume I am the flower that gently blows into the breeze. Until you find the roots connects to tree.
You may assume a great many things. Yet none of it is real. For assumptions of me is your own reflection and my shadow never tells.
Darlene Doll Smith
Drowning the inner temperament babble,
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.
In an irritate direction towards premonitory fate,
Compulsively obsessed self-cognition ignored,
Fear that nearby sanatorium awaits,
Reflections give credence that mental stupor is adored.
Redundant dysphoria dances with superfluous isolation,
Relieving aid found in a paradox of intoxication,
Fathomed continuance of abuse requires excusing imploration,
Humor devised to disguise ominous personification.
Evolution Prevails
Time sculpting and altering shapes foresee intangible celestial disorder
Visualizing imperfections scrambled and mangled influenced by gravity
The impetus to thrive derailed by power causing an impending disaster
Exacting unbearable efforts urging mortals to abate unyielding tenacity
Sensing doom dwellers navigate toward Eden evading a flood of sorrow
Utopia blinding obstinate beliefs abandoning truth for rituals redundant
Evolution prevails igniting invisible currents in space to incessantly flow
In perpetuity human existence is inarguably infinitesimal and irrelevant
Penned: 09/2016
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision Of The Seas
Cruising in Europe
No happily Ever After (20190126)
We were meant to be together,
I always chose to believe.
I guess I loved you too much
To ever think you’d leave.
I made the wrong assumption.
Bet ‘All In’, lost everything.
“No happily ever after”
Will be all I’ll ever sing
Every future I considered
Involved you as my bride.
For both the good and bad times
I’d be there by your side.
But you had never let on
That you didn’t feel the same.
No happily ever after
And I’ve just myself to blame.
(Chorus)
This wound just won’t scar over,
And it probably never will.
Since you said that it was over,
My hearts been bleeding still.
No happily ever after;
My heart keeps bleeding still.
They all say there’s others out there,
Those other fish in the sea.
But I felt that you and I
Were always meant to be.
So much for wishful thinking,
And so much for what could be.
No happily ever after
Were the cards they dealt to me.
(Chorus)
This wound just won’t scar over,
And it probably never will.
Since you said that it was over,
My hearts been bleeding still.
No happily ever after;
My heart keeps bleeding still.
The Blinding Eye Of Desire
We begin at a breakneck speed and a
hectic pace
Toward the finish line yearning to win
each pivotal race
Ambitions could prevail over adversity
beneath skies or beyond
Yet urging fate to hand the prize is like
mining gold from a grain of sand
Penned: 1/6/2022
5:54 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Turning sides of the spinning coin
guesses of mere uncertainties
Across pedestals, care to join?
Among people, intricacies?
Oh mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest among them all?
Need such a shoulder to lean on,
or grabbing people's attention?
Living in vain and insecurity
shooting blanks with accuracy
brewing on concocted conspiracy
Isn't that they call insanity?
All assumptions, are you that lost,
deep in the labyrinth of fear?
You will pay dearly of what it costs
and ending up shifting your gear.
Who dares to be so presumptuous as to declare Nature's
wonders……flowers, trees, birds and bees……unimportant
A tree reaches forth to receive the sunlight
It's branches are welcoming of birds in flight
A flower sprinkles its scent upon the air
In order that bees may find it there
Is there a plan for mankind to make a recompense?
Cut down the tree it's more useful as a wooden fence
Birds are pollinators and dispensers of seeds
They fulfill a place to grace our spiritual needs
If bees disappear it would indeed be bad luck
Humans would then look at empty plates and say WTF?
bending willow weak
scatters tiny leaves downstream
mighty oak succumbs
The start of something?
I’d like to think so;
Just being friends is fine with me.
And although I feel a bit awkward
And don’t know what to do,
I take comfort in the fact that
You’re a little bit awkward too
a blessed virgin
deserved a place in Heaven
-- so Mary assumed