Best Discrepancies Poems
‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts.
But Anger becomes a sublime emotion,
If we know how to handle it without explosion.
It becomes sometimes so constructive,
Quashing the fallacy that anger at all costs is disruptive.
Many a time it has proved so positive.
And sometimes it turns very productive.
When anger is turned against situations
And not against people aiming at their degradation.
It enables us to rectify the discrepancies,
Through our resentment to change the disparities.
It fuels us with the energy to voice against injustice.
Bringing solutions to the voiceless in their crisis.
But never let anger consume your heart and soul.
It sure will take a mighty toll.
When anger bubbles and boils, catch the cue.
Wait a minute before the fire devours you.
As humans, we are likely to lose our temper.
But remember, to it, never surrender!
Holding a long-standing. grudge,
Is like having an unerasable smudge.
It will always leave a stain,
And lead us to irrepressible pain.
However, it is not advisable to suppress anger,
It can lead to irreparable danger.
But remember, when emotions of hatred are let loose,
There is hardly any chance for a truce.
A person under violent rage
Is like a prisoner in a cage.
Anger, more often is a negative emotion.
Landing us in violent commotion.
Anger against people steals all our energy,
But when it aims at solutions, it enhances synergy.
When angry, forgetting all decorum, one may shout.
Don’t let your resentment thoughtlessly blurt out.
Never let the tongue make a tempestuous tirade.
Tackle this tiny tab of tissue and tame its blade!
Categories:
discrepancies, anger, relationship, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies
In empty space you built your dreams
Behind computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
A piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and you bought the lie.
It was all an inside job
Pulled by a faceless mob
Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
It was all an inside job
By a thoughtless, greedy mob
Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.
Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played, once begun.
The rich get richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happens when you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or care for me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No ones' punished, no one pays,
They remain complacent in their ways.
It was all an inside job
Staged by an untouched mob
Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
It was an inside job
Perpetrated by the mob
Of men who rob the poor and sleep on silk.
So now this evil season
Has descended without reason
As the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.
I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you find yourself frail and old
When no one mourns your passing days
When none thought loyal will ever stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, alone, into your tomb.
Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.
So it goes, the inside job
Brought off by the black suited mob
The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
The framers of the inside job
That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.
Categories:
discrepancies, history, life, loss, political,
Form:
Lyric
Building blocks for future generations
Despite discrepancies of daily needs
Understanding others situations
Sharing overcomes the power of greed
In childlike innocence there is no race
As hunger thwarts one's willingness to learn
He will not let the extra go to waste
In adolescence shows he is concerned
A simple word is so significant
Gaining knowledge at an early age
Together solving problems makes such sense
The lessons learned will last them all their days
If we could see the world through children's eyes
Simplicity is where solutions lie
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
discrepancies, education,
Form:
Sonnet
What happens when we die? I really want to know!
I’m getting up in age and am ready for the show!
Religious fundamentalists say things won’t be good
for souls unbaptized or for those not living as they should.
I went to church when younger and followed rules as well,
but I hear discrepancies regarding heaven and hell.
Because I’m not one given to spiritual displays
such as Holy Roller moments, I’m somewhat in a daze!
Testimonies others give confound me even more.
Would God send most to hell if they didn’t know what for?
The Chinese have no preachers. People think so differently
depending on their upbringing; it’s all perplexing me!
And so with fascination, I read books or I hear
of people having NDE’s, which takes away my fear.
Away from Heaven’s lovely light these “dead” souls get yanked back.
Inside their bodies once again, fear’s now a thing they lack!
How marvelous it has to be – to feel within your heart
sensations of that place from which you did not wish to part.
All things regarding after-life and pre-existence too
make me utterly enthralled. I know such things are true.
Too many people have things happen while they’re lying dead
for it to be hallucinations . It’s truth to which they’re led.
Reincarnation also once had been a Christian view.
Astrology ties into this, and that I’ve studied too.
I think the minds of humans are too small to comprehend
the otherworldly things we all will learn of in the end.
Psychics, ghosts, UFO’s, and things like ESP.
What do they mean? How awesome really knowing it would be!
May 24, 2022 for Jeff Kyser's Fascination And Awe Poetry Contest
Categories:
discrepancies, universe,
Form:
Couplet
This is a tale of the haves and the nots
Which I witnessed in front of my face,
A question of simply connecting the dots,
For it happens all over the place.
A woman was rummaging deep in the trash -
She was homeless, or so it would seem –
And extracted, to drink or to add to her stash,
An iced coffee, half-filled, made with cream.
Did she drink it? Not sure, but it made me aware
Of discrepancies glaring and wrong
For whoever did toss it did really not care
Since it cost him not more than a song.
But to her, what it meant (though of course I can’t know)
Was a drink she could never afford
For the way of the world means the nots (this is so)
Are just naturally shunned and ignored.
Categories:
discrepancies, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Well, drip the juice
turn off your
Sunday suits
Fried chicken crackling
Rerun, what's happening
Brothers givin dap again
ain't no O'Jay
whistlin
back stabbin-in
Bill Cosby
found a friend again
Fat Albert
workin off pork rinds
and gubment
cheese
sinners gettin
on knees
Faith returned
Heaven turned warm
Just a little sumthin
sumthin
remindin us how
a man's actions
added volume
to his words
Kids were seen
not heard
and grandma
kept couches
wrapped in Saran
wrap.
I'd give a limb
to see a kid
climb a tree again.
Sweet bye and bye
days gone by.
Grab a palm leaf and
wave it on Sunday
We live in a world
with so many
discrepancies
God has abandoned
Sunday and puts in
work Monday
through Saturday.
Cotton field
work ethic
and a King's
mentality
We need to overcome
One mo gen.
I'd rather see
the human race win
than watch another
Superbowl commercial
Facts of life
that feel like lies.
A Mason jar,
Fireflies and a dad
changing diapers
were such good times
Categories:
discrepancies, black african american, easter,
Form:
Free verse
Twinkle twinkle little star
As I look beyond
The meaning of love
To perceive the essence of my lover.
That is his true colors.
Twinkle twinkle little star
As I ponder about my love
Is he true to who we are?
That is significant to each other.
Many times I am in doubt.
Now it is time for me to decide
How much I love him.
Is it just an intimate relationship or a long-term engagement?
What are the discrepancies?
Twinkle twinkle little star
As I look beyond
The meaning of love
To perceive the quintessence of my paramour.
That is insignias.
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Penned April 24, 2015!
Categories:
discrepancies, anxiety, introspection, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It's a term coined
for the times
propelled by actions
ceremoniously indulged
whimsically by the populace.
It's growing daily,
masses in tune
bubbling to surface
rife with rebellion.
Senseless conventions
imposed by the machine,
discrepancies enlightened
with blinding rays
of rationality
superimposed upon circumstances.
Keeping up the fight
against all odds
baffling to mindfulness
as they scramble to react
to tides of mistrust.
Categories:
discrepancies, freedom, patriotic, society,
Form:
Free verse
Imagination of my heart, be still
Is it not true that thoughts define our world?
And bring to light obscurities that thrill.
For in the mind, new ideas are unfurled.
Genesis, like Einstein’s Relativity,
Embrace complex concepts still swirled.
Religious beliefs seek sanctity,
The pursuit of truths proposes questions.
Imagination sees ambiguity.
Theories evolve, offering solutions.
Discrepancies in the mind’s eye revile.
Daydreams and fantasies launch suggestions.
Within the brain collected thoughts stockpile.
And the heart of imagination stays.
Therein lies progression’s basic beguile.
Knowledge and true belief soon parting ways,
That brings us to the heart of imagination.
Are hope, truth, and peace lost in latter days?
Has the brain become man’s great coronation?
The crowning point too often worn askew.
Sometimes men thrive, beneath domination.
The heart of imagination breaks through.
It is not found imbibing happy pills.
It is found in the woodlands or a coo.
Imagination seeks God’s foreordained will.
For it was set at life’s ordination.
It is the brightest view within man’s thrill!
Be still, heart of my imagination.
My faith combines with facts to find this truth.
Man like beast was formed by God’s creation.
All…discerning Heaven’s declaration –
November 8, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Challenge Title 'Words - The Heart of Imagination?' - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Johnston
Categories:
discrepancies, creation, faith, god, imagination,
Form:
Terza Rima
You may think it's unique
That it's just
happened to you
at the moment
But it has all been done before
Anything that you imagine
has already taken place
It's nothing knew
It may seem
like it's a catastrophe
or that it's the greatest
thing that ever occurred
This is just an illusion
an illumination of discrepancies
fostered by time and space
bolstered by the relevancies
of disinterested specimens
that circulate through
the time portals
of everyday situations
Categories:
discrepancies, destiny, fate, life,
Form:
Free verse
Eminent Doctors and professors
Did meet, at a prominent place
For their prominent feats
After much preamble; they sat down
Face to face; their table was long, a
Shiny space.
Their gizmos and gadgets the very best
They spoke on many topics from health
To outer space; even vests.
Rarified though not verified; their thesis’s
Verged on stultified
Unabashed they all rumbled along; it caused pain in the ears as it
Lingered long!
And so their attention arrived at God
His attributes they sifted with grimace
And nods.
Then came; the summing up to wit’
Now I’ll disclose it bit by bit
He never lies, or brags Himself; yet holds
Position on the highest shelf.
A stage that none could ever attain,
No matter how worthy or how they trained!
He always had an answer ready, He made
The stoutest men unsteady
He always did just what he said. And He
Claimed He would judge the quick and
The dead!
He had that Son of great repute, yet who kept gutter company all
This is forsooth
Such discrepancies and such power and
Pride I felt their indignance; and chagrin inside!
There we have it; 70 voices intoned' as each came to the table
Each placed a stone
He has no intelligence; in unison they all groaned, it’s extreme
Autism. He’s as dumb
As these stones!
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2021
Categories:
discrepancies, bible, education, irony,
Form:
Didactic
Used to be the Mafia.
Glory to shameful violence.
Off balanced dodgers,
No reconciliation, by Story.
Oh, thank Jesus.
Oh, Thyatira
As time now diminishes?
Now urban dump sites,
Steps into focus.
I can't bare to mention.
Oh, Laodicea.
The place or time, it scavenges.
An untouchable and lofty perch.
Oh, Jesus, Who were the pharisees,
At your contention?
Why are rotten cotton balls,
Running up and down my spine?
A simple act of cunning?
A spine of stained glass?
Oh, Satan
Lean on our purity.
Lean on our purity.
What we have.
Oh, Ephesus.
Oh, Whoever.
Is it too much to ask?
For equal time about covetousness?
As if it never was.
In telling others how to run their lives?
Thank Satan.
My answer.
Why bother?
I know your incapable .
Oh, Sardis.
I'm far from right.
I know it.
Astounding homework abounding.
My dearly beloved canary.
Words so softly spoken.
Echoes a fading token.
For we challenged Davids scrolls.
oh, Pergamum.
But why? Heaven knows.
Dishing out the dread.
Confirmed by those found dead.
What glory in it?
Never confirmed in advance.
Oh, Smyrna.
Always after the deed.
Oh, New Millennium.
Oh, how my canary blossoms.
Discrepancies forgotten?
A beautiful and melodious chirp.
When the astrologers walk into Church.
But Why?
Advance your pulley.
Garnish your ear plugs.
Grease your train, in your yard.
Turn it all around.
Always your.
{Don,t get it yet!}
Nonsense!
Covetousness!
Nonsense!
Righteousness!
God has his secrets.
Fueled by our ignorance.
Seven to twelve.
God loves lofty odds.
Hows that! Summation.
Oh, Philadelphia
Love Jesus, The Church.
Revelation.
Beginning or end? Oh all.
Categories:
discrepancies, religion,
Form:
we are living in an age when people would rather cover
their ass than think about what they say,
when people would rather try to censor the way we speak
than look at the reasons that we say the things that we
do &
kids are getting the full beating treatment,
as schools in nyc are proposing a new ban of words
which appear on standardized tests,
tests which like all methods of evaluation
are skewed by those who create them,
representing the views & the discrepancies of the
creators,
so of course,
the blame needs to be removed from those who insist upon
dragging children through the mundane & futile assessments
neath’ the guise of ceasing the
“upsetting” of the kids.
in this age of irresponsibility,
of the quickest way to fix our frustrations,
“precautions” are being taken,
in order to mold kids into good little law abiding citizens---
rather than to allow them to think for themselves,
rather than to prepare them for the real & horrible world
in which they are about to be thrown into,
an attempt is being made to
censor them,
keeping them from having to see words like “evolution” or
“poverty,”
“terrorism,”
“homelessness” or
“catastrophes” &
what kind of bubble do the test-makers think these kids are
going to be able to live in?
what insane parents sitting on the boards think that
pulling more words from tests,
will do anything but draw more attention to those words?
what kind of subliminal mind**** newspeak is this?
teachers sound as if they are going further than before
to try & make kids
who will never say anything offensive
because they will hardly ever speak their mind &
in doing so, they’ll be the best damn americans that
our tax dollars can buy---
start em’ when they’re young &
instead of letting them learn about life through experience,
try to avoid it
whenever possible.
Categories:
discrepancies, life, words, age, people,
Form:
Free verse
As you wait
for a turn of fate
to get things
rolling again
You pass the time
listening to music
while pondering
transformations solidified
into transparent discrepancies
relinquished by distinguished
personifications that are truly amazing.
You drift through
happy circumferences
as you smile,
gaze into the distance
of truthful overtones
that are resurrected
with the ease
of a twist of justifications
dampening your quest.
Categories:
discrepancies, fate, inspiration, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
I keep secrets
like other old people
always do
In my brown eyes, they borne
the stirs and sighs of all the things
I was entrusted, yet today…
this great excitement I felt
betrays my eyes, revealing
the discrepancies of my shadow
as I tried to snatch the trust
of a bird, playing “love me or love me not”
‘neath the healing mango tree
Categories:
discrepancies, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, peopleme,
Form:
Free verse