Best Easily Led Poems
Line of enquiry:
"We look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play."
Souls search for the eternal, silently casting their gaze,
pondering about what remains untouched by fading days.
What are we but primitive forms, easily led astray.
Upon a quest for the timeless that will forever stay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fragile like whispers in the wind.
Volatile and flowing in a dance that can easily rescind.
How little some know about their inner cosmic aspect,
yet onward we journey, undeterred by the prospect.
In the theatre of life our inner child takes the stage.
A playful spirit immune to the true wisdom of age.
Through tribulations and triumphs our characters change.
Laughing in innocence, youth cares not how the storms engage.
We are mere guests to travellers we meet on the highway,
each one with a lesson but most never really stay.
Our spirits flourish when we search for sincere meaning,
so if we do not question, then life can be demeaning.
For in seeking the eternal in a world of ebb and flow,
we find comfort in the constant, where inner treasures grow,
so, let my heart ignite in intimate fields where dreams remain.
To embrace tomorrow, regardless to what hopes we attain.
Knowledge and wisdom are not found
in the chaotic crowd's cacophony of voices
caused by fear and frustration
They gather like swarms of locusts
on emotional wings of hysteria
Their beating sound swallows intellect
creating perpetual hate and anxiety
brought to them by their own failures and frailties
None...which they chose to recognize
or deem worthy of introspection
Crowds easily led by puppetmasters
who have spiraled down to the depths of depravity
as they pull on the strings of discord
tied to patriotic fervor
Exhumed in a kaleidoscope of hollow memories
from history...crowds don't remember
As they turn their anger into a coming apocalypse
where they sell their souls to their masters
as they did once before
When they called out " Give us Barabbas "
Let the Christ die with his last spoken words
" Forgive them... for they know not what they do "
9/25/17
contest 8 word challenge-4
People tend to analyze what they do;
Hoping to discover just who they are.
It's one way to see our species anew,
Little groups that we study from afar.
Often, we fault those of low intellect,
So easily led by egos and pride.
Old bigotries are immune to neglect;
Paradoxically, they haven't yet died.
High ideals are subjected to fraud,
Insomuch as our motives seem spiky.
Zealots and prophets oft interject God
into Mankind's vulnerable psyche.
Nothing is as critical as id is,
Giving Man a sense of all that is His.
The Godliness of Adoption is...
Or is it not?
…A beautiful spring sprung floret of rose. A rose brought home from humanity's colorful garden of trust? Yet, it was not all that long ago when each cut stem, entrusted to its own gardener's worthy and caring hands?
Hands, now too soon stripped and emptied. Hands that were easily led astray by the coersions of now self-appointed zealots. They, with hands marked with ever stained bloody thorn pricked fingers, which now present each torn stem of rose on heaven-like sent pedestals; until met is a king's ransom; these thirty pieces of silver, being the ask of many an angelic bible-toting broker.
Adoption is...
Or is it not?
...An act next to Godliness when these disguised angels are loosed to search in the mist of this motherland? They, the finders of our pink and blue hued overflow spillage of souls.
This is the nature of guised humanity. Delicately does it assist society in the dredge of waiting collection ponds, pools of tears that gleamingly mirror you and I; and from where our memory should fill with sounds. The siren-like cries of which, now link with our distantly lost... ...or coldly disengage us of our not of want…
Adoption is...
Or is it not?
...The beautiful water lilys of pond? Those that so serenely float above an ever skimming conscience that is this God-fearing couple; a polarized complacency so sweetly lost amidst its own mesmerizing shimmer. They, fooled without inkling of shame. An innocence of eyes that fail to see transparency by such weakly given puruse. A view that cannot pierce the murkily veiled mire that hides just below its own watery reflection...
...And where underneath trails this tangled web that will soon unravel in route to tie with each long waited conscience…
Adoption is it or is it not our "Humanities with Consequence"?
New Jersey Identified Adoption shown as an open door will always yield to truth left on the threshold.
Fate, Imagination and Dreams
Failing in life, there can be but one thought
self contempt for roads not rightly chosen.
What of Fate's power that can not be bought?
Life is a stream seldom ever frozen.
To each fish its a world of contentment,
racing maze filled with all that is needed.
No past bringing on dark, self resentment,
we can change fate if wisdom is heeded.
We are not mere fish so easily led,
instead we are walking, talking creatures.
Striving to maintain dreams in each clear head,
imagination one of our features.
Could fierce spirit ever bear such deep cut,
as pleasures whose doors were so soundly shut?
Robert J. Lindley, 2-29-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106
Note: Can our Fate be changed by any of us?
Or is it a sealed deal from birth to the day we die?
some neurons are easily led ~ feeding on one that's sick in the head
logic fails them the signal misread ~ out of control a cancer spreads
thought consumed a mind misled ~ begins eating itself alive instead
pointed words allusively said ~ can’t resurrect what was always dead
By
David Kavanagh
A thousand jigsaws is how id describe,
the many personalitys ive used to hide,
The one who's allways full of fear,
The one who's scared to shed a tear,
The one who will allways act real tough,
The one who's allways had enough,
The one who will run from responcability,
The one who will blame others negativity,
The one who's allways life and sole,
The one who's allways on the doal,
The one who drinks to block a feeling,
The one who's out wheeling and dealing,
The one who'll allways dramatise,
The one who'll allways appoligise,
The one who'll lie,rob and steal,
The one who'll give up his last meal,
The one who'll allways run away,
The one who'll allways fight and stay,
The one who'll be easily led,
The one who'll rather stay in bed,
The one who's allways fun and witty,
The one who's allways in doubt and self pity.
We want to instantly harvest the fruits of our aspirations
But cant stand perspiration
Planting seeds steadily that form no roots lack of dedication
Easily led to frustration
Afraid that we may stumble so we drive
Where we should walk
Our tongues sometimes to humble like unalive
When we should talk
We see the paint but unfocused the picture
Then want to critique
Thats like entering a bank wanting a loan to be delivered
But credentials weak
Skipping various portions of the alphabet
Vocabulary needing those discarded consonants
Skiing without caution then comes regrets
Like killing and leaving the evidence
Compliments on the mannequins fashion
Disregarding the behind the scenes action
Our friends are dying fast.
Visits are very few.
But we all have a blast,
When occasionally they do.
It was pouring rain on Friday,
Not the most cheerful weather,
It was not the time "To make hay".
Just lovely still to be together.
Then to our surprise,
Our doorbell rang,
John took time to arise,
Then we heard the"Bang."
John tried to hurry to the door,
He was far too slow,
When he finally got there,
He found our old friend Joe
John was delighted to see Joe,
And Gwen, Josip's wife,
We had not seen them for seven years
Because of circumstances of life.
Josip is from Ukraine,
He is a knowledgeable man
He has lived a life of pain
And can handle strife.
Gwen was using a walker,
Joe is partially blind
Gwen is an easy talker,
And she is very kind.
We made tea and coffee,
And a bite to eat,
Gwen said, How long have you been deaf?
As John sat rubbing his feet.
In the course of the conversation,
I had to instil eyedrops and take various pills,
It was a revelation
To discover so many ills
After we had discussed our ailments
And how life as we knew it,
Way back when has changed
We got onto the derailments
Of unnecessary wars,
Brought about by Power and greed
That has deranged
The Universe.
Our conversation peppered,
With every emotion that one could feel,
We laughed and sighed
Our friendship sealed,
No aches and pains
That afternoon
All forgotten
As there was no room
For personal woes.
We talked them away
The conversation was stimulating,
We could have talked for days
The time spent was invigorating
It brought our brains into play.
No need to agree with all that was said,
Respecting opinions,
Without being easily led,
Keeping an open mind,
Until you find,
The answers that are true
And acceptable to you,
Thank you, Gwen and Joe,
Your visit cheered us so.
See you in the New year.
It will give us time for our minds to clear.
Why do we know what’s the truth,
but still believe in lies
To be righteous is all of common sense,
but no one ever tries
I’m guilty to the words of the Lord,
man made laws I do not abide
Who is to judge another‘s experiences?
Not you, most definitely not I
First I say thank you,
please forgive is my daily request
Ask for guidance and understanding
recognize how I’ve truly been blessed
Made of flesh, blood & bones,
all my sins I must confess
Unselfish and very merciful,
what a feeling, being loved by the best
We lie to deceive, chastise just to cause pain
steal, kill, lust and envy,
With no shame, living in vain
Idolizing false figures, easily led by the masses
Living in hell on earth, soon to all be ashes
I know nothing at all, still find myself asking
exactly who am I?
Whatever I know not now,
he’ll teach me over time
Nobody’s perfect, we find our selves seeking for truth in all the wrong places
How can sinister smiles be on Gods faces?…..
A Heart Without Love
Is A Decaying Thing
It May Pump Out Blood
But It Can’t Pump Up Dreams
It May Sustain A Beating
But It Can’t Keep Hope
A Heart Without Love
… Cuts That Rope
A Heart Without Love
Is A Pitiful Thing
It Pounds Too Soft
and Too Slow For Seeking …
… Love, Joy and Beauty
Truth, Courage and Power
So A Heart Without Love
Only Gathers Bitterness & Sours
A Heart Without Love
Opens Its Door To Hate
and Fear and Suspicion
Enters Its Gates
A Heart Without Love
Blocks Its Own Chance
and Cancels Connections
& Synapses To Dance
A Heart Without Love
Is A Merciless Tomb
Peace Finds No Place
In Its Shrinking Room
A Heart Without Love
Has No Purpose
So Important Things Like Love
Makes It Nervous
A Heart Without Love
Only Has Lust Sessions
It’ll Never Reach The Top Peak
& Highest Planes of Pure Passion
A Heart Without Love
Won’t Put Up A Tussle
When It Gets Broken
It Can’t Work Out Life’s Puzzles
A Heart Without Love
Is An Atrophied Muscle
There Is No Force
To Heave It or Hustle
A Heart Without Love
Is A Useless Organ
It May Be Bought Cheap
But It Is No Bargain
For A Heart Without Love
Comes At Great Cost
A Body Can’t Buy
What That Heart Has Lost …
… The Sharing, The Caring
and Belonging Is So Nice
and A Heart Must Have Love
To Grow Family Size
A Heart Without Love
Is Deaf and Dumb
For The Echo of Thunder
No Longer Drums
A Heart Without Love
Is A Cold Stone
It Offers No Comfort
And Leaves One … Alone
A Heart Without Love
Is A Wretched Phony
A Heart Without Love
Is The Ultimate Lonely
A Heart Without Love
Is Easily Led
By Desperation’s Desires
Into Damaged & Dread …
… Its Symptoms Point To
A Systems-Failure
For A Heart Without Love
Goes Against Human Nature
A Heart Without Love
Is A Heart Without GOD
And A Heart Without GOD
Is An Unfeeling Fraud
So, A Heart Without Love
For A Time May Survive
But A Heart Without Love
… Is Not Alive
Written & © : 3/7/2012
By: The MoonBee
Based on something said in a Jimmy Swaggart sermon...a tale of too late
Looking for that liar who sold my soul for sin
Taking a treasure chest of Godly wisdom and casting it to the wind
Break and bend...bruise and bleed until divinity gets bled dry
Now ten thousand times a day I ask myself why?
Why was I so eager and easily led so far astray?
Just like a mindless fool I followed a mad fiend straight into doomsday
Desires they led to dead ends
Dead ends to devastation
Devastation into death
Now I just can't switch the station
Another soul lost in the static
Another face frowns in the fire
I examine everyone I see as I'm looking for that liar
I hear screams down in the smoke
I hears moans of misery
Lustful lips they all surround and seek to swallow me
My mission still before me...eyes fixed on eternity
Like radio waves inside my head and radiation in my heart
I should have seen the warning signs to slow myself and stop
Consequences on the clock...the countdown still continues
I get heated with the hatred as I grab another head of hair
My hope is getting higher as I keep looking for that liar
Soon I see a pulpit and a puppet suspended above by 1000 strings
Now a demon with a giant pair of scissors cuts those cords and makes him scream
As he falls into the flames I recognize his viscous voice
And he's crying and complaining to a God that he betrayed
And the sheep that shepherd slaughtered now eat his flesh 4ever
I'm standing in the longest of lines to get my portion of that pie
Still looking for that liar...cause down here death never dies
Where’s the beef? The old woman said.
I still see her bulbous nose, parading in my head.
She opens the bun and the hamburger is dinky.
My thoughts about this oldster are incredibly kinky.
Where’s the beef? Was soon printed on white t- shirts.
We were all naming the old lady, us Ethyls and Gerts.
Wendys was bringing people in by the busloads.
I was one of the easily led, coming in on all back roads.
Where’s the beef? Was on billboards against the blue sky.
It brought chuckles a plenty, none of us wondering why.
The old lady with a bulbous nose made us laugh until we were sick.
An advertising executive no doubt got a raise with that gimmick slick.
As doubt festers within my heart;
our future's suddenly unclear.
And confronting lies and deceit,
I'm left on the verge of a tear.
An alternate reality
clouded what I refused to see.
For I was infatuated
by the concept that you loved me.
Separate, and yet connected;
I was easily led astray.
And we shared intimate moments,
till betrayal drove love away.
A clash of rival emotions
reigns over desire and fury.
And in the court of hurt feelings,
truth presides as judge and jury.
Despite your manipulations,
I'll miss your charisma and charm.
And yet, I choose to walk away;
before you do any more harm.
Get over it
You are lost
And you don't even know it
Don't even know what you want
Think you know what you want
You are confused
easy to be led on
I can read you like a book
so easily misguided, steered
Like a stupid lamb
Don't want to deal with you any more
Not worth my time
Good ridddance
So long
Ciao ciao
Au revoir