Best Fault Poems
Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.
Lips are forever silent,
in the absence of inspiration.
Isolated in the boredom of blankness -
congested to think enough,
struggling to feel enough.
Fault is not in the poet,
but in his absent mind -
which is a metaphorical candle.
Each drip creating pools of dusty wax,
as ebony wick struggles to keep flame alight.
Monsters of the mind
keep musings locked away,
so he turns to poets from the past -
but even Rumi cannot rekindle his desires.
Eyes gaze among petals for stimulation,
but their dormant fragrance offers no solution -
he is blinded by loss of concentration.
He wonder if his mind has become a flower,
out of season, but refusing to die.
He reflects upon love and lovers,
past, present and future,
but it does not liberate his ink -
maybe romance is out of fashion.
As his tongue tastes autumn's crispy air,
gloomy horizons summon birds south -
their songs of joy soften into muteness.
He feel for their empty nests,
now visible through naked trees.
Yet no outpouring of poetic observations,
overcome him -
have birds taken his muse?
Maybe the fault is in the birds,
maybe the fault is in the question...
In my mind
Where silent thoughts
Reveal the truth, the depths
Of my hopes, dreams and feelings…
There is a piercing voice
One who announces my flaws
The faults which remind me that
I am human and humans err
Sometimes badly
Other times, sadly
And still other times, madly
I am a human and I stumble
Both within and outwardly
With mistakes and faults that feel
Like they may just penetrate
The very soul with their heartless
Vicious influence on my spirit
In my heart
Where emotions breathe compassion
And light illuminates wisdom
Giving grace to the sincerity
Of a faith that is more alive
Than the blood in my veins
In my heart
There are a million second chances
New thoughts and new directions
Opportunities for advancement
Assurance that I am someone
Who is like a light in the darkness
Spreading joy and rays of hope
Kindness that is flavored with thoughts
That bring calm to the chaotic
Enlightenment into sorrow and despair
Elation to the music and bliss to the song
Whispers of enthusiasm that dance
Through the heart’s shadows in silhouettes
Of pure wonder, pure pleasure, pure delight
In the depths of my soul
I can always know that this conscience of mine
Is alive with potential and vision
Warming the way toward God’s heaven
With a mountain of little lessons that tell me
I have learned, I have grown, I have become
A warrior in this weary old world
Where my heart, mind and soul always know
As I walk down this path of courage
Inviting my dreams to listen to the sound
Of a million trees coloring the wind
In hues of optimism, faith that sustains
And second chances to be who I am
When I listen to my conscious and my faith
Telling me to always do my very best
Reach out with an honest desire to be
The one God has breathed into me
The soul who only needs to hear with a heart
Who walks by the river of hope, faith and love
Bringing insight into the spirit kissed by God
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May 30, 2021
self made disaster
inner dialogue too loud
to see the light
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I was there for you through
thick and thin
Opened my arms up
to welcome you in
As if I could feel when
you was down and out
Dropped everything for
you without a doubt
Then to be played by you
without any thought
When you led me to believe
it was love you sought
As time went by yes it's
my fault I fell for you
Strung myself along thinking
that you was true
But you see boy this right
here is high class
Not down in the sewers
like your Donatello ass
Let me stop see everyone
knows that I'm not mean
The same woman I've always
told you i've been
In life we all have a
certain responsibility
Didn't think you playing me
was a possibility
As time went by yes it was
my fault I fell for you
Strung myself along thinking
that you was true
I'm the only one who
should be feeling shame
When it was all done and
said I have myself to blame
In the future I hope someone
hears when your soul cries
Like I did so long ago not
realizing it was only lies
Cruelest thing you did is
awaken my love inside
When your intention of
loving me was denied
To you I was a chapter and
to me you was a book
Guess you was never mine
still my heart you took
Shattered and broken is the
loudest quiet sound
I promise you'll look for me
in others but never be found
I was never one of those
damn demons you fight
You didn't look inside of me
to see gods divine light
Yes as time went by it was
my fault I fell for you
And it was I who strung
myself along thinking you true
Still pieces of my heart broken
has love for you so pure
Softly I cry wondering how
much more pain I can endure
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In the depths of my own fault, I find,
A longing to mend what's left behind,
No blame to cast upon your name,
For in my own mirror, I see my shame.
With pleading eyes, I seek your gaze,
Yet you turn away, lost in a haze,
If only you could witness the truth I hold,
Choosing you, forsaking fears untold.
Let my thoughts fade, and my heart prevail,
Together, we're destined, destined not to fail,
Through the trials you've imposed on me,
Through pain and deceit, a tangled decree.
Why do I search for reasons to keep,
A bond that's fragile, causing me to weep?
I alter my stride, my very breath,
To feel my heart's leap, conquering death.
Some days I can't face my shattered soul,
You've torn me apart, taking your toll,
But strength resides within me, untamed,
I know I'll endure, never to be maimed.
Yet when you depart, my world ablaze,
The flames consume me, a scorching haze,
But I'll silence my mind, and listen instead,
To the whispers of love that my heart has bred.
There's no division, no rift to mend,
Against all odds, our souls transcend,
Through pain you inflicted, a treacherous tide,
I persist in seeking reasons to abide.
For in my heart, I find the solace I seek,
Amidst the turmoil, love's whispers speak,
No, I won't be severed, I won't let go,
With reasons abundant, our love shall grow.
In the realm of my heart, I'll firmly reside,
With you by my side, our spirits shall glide,
Through trials and torment, we'll defy,
For reasons to keep you, I can't deny.
So, let me forsake my misguided mind,
Embrace the love that in my heart I find,
With no blame to bestow, no fault to pursue,
I choose to keep you, for my soul yearns for you.
It's all my fault, you see,
I'm the one who did this to me
I say "I love you" when I don't
Promise to do things when I know I won't
Everything I love, I throw away
And then as I wander astray
I never even stop to
Find my way back to you.
My life's falling apart in front of me
And I lower down to a knee
To make things like they were before
But, then, comes a feeling I can't ignore
The kind of feeling I've learned to dread
The feeling of darkness filling my head.
Am I stupid or just insane,
Starting to break from all the pain?
Often I lay awake at night
Wondering if my life will ever be as bright
As it was that with that wondrous kiss
That promised me eternal bliss.
There's so many people, but yet I still feel alone
So many friends, yet I'm still on my own.
Sometimes I just don't know what to do
As I look up to a sky that's no longer blue.
Will someone, please end this insanity
So I don't lose all my humanity
Or will someone just kill me
And put me out of my misery.
Because all I seem to do is cry
And all I really want to do is die.
Determined to see Wimble done
She turned on her TV for fun
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Not all my faults were mine
See, if you follow every line,
Cracked yearly by life's quakes
After every turn she takes
What did not fall apart
Was recycled, to restart,
Not knowing now or then
She'd fractured, yet again
Basking on bone and skin
A wrinkle forms, o, so thin,
A crevice I cannot erase
From neither body or face
Find me as I am today
Scattered, every which way,
Debris making up my shell
Altogether, a story do tell
From their beginnings humble
To ending all a jumble,
I, not smooth nor fine
Not all my faults were mine.
It hurts so much when we look to each other
and you don’t look the same way
It hurts so much when we talk to each other
and you end our conversation
It hurts when I hear you laughing
with a second voice which isn’t mine
Its not my fault that I can’t be so relaxed
My heart pump to Fast
My brain leaves me
my heart take over my voice
And my tongue, my tongue follows my brain
Its not my fault
Its Yours
Humans are lazy
always blaming someone else
that kettle is black
The fault line streamed from the Nazi state,
The Jewish Shoah, Holocaustic fate.
Mongolia, Croatia, and Belarus,
Humanity had no excuse.
Rwanda, Burundi, and South Sudan,
The full scope of terror's sad sway,
In Cambodia they pointed their fingers
To where the horrid 'Killing Fields' lay.
The dire purges in Mother Russia, by the brutal Stalinist guild,
Ancient Turkey, the Ottoman Empire, so many Armenians killed,
And legions of Greeks to their deaths there went,
Assyrians too, until nearly spent.
The fault line leaves remains that burn,
We see them ever, and then,
The hard way is how we have to learn,
Over and over again.
The fault line runs on steel rails across the "American" land,
A tomb, a gloom, an iron doom, for my wife's native band.
There was a great asthenospheric disruption
Followed by parallel volcanic eruptions
There was a great, abrupt tectonic shift
In a moment, a million years of continental drift
The ground shook like a wet dog out of water
Mother earth swatted her sons and daughters
The fault lines re-created all notions of cartography
Beneath coal mines, earth re-wrote her autobiography
Out of the havoc sprang a deeper appreciation
Of how life is led in an "advanced' civilization
Such planetary tumult resolved every human dispute
And made humanity, as geography, to transmute
Just as battles lines are re-drawn, so are fault lines
Within the confines of the denouement, we all felt fine
When the fourth wall is broken down by the stage director
We've emptied the garden of Eden of all its nectar
Fault Of Thyself
For every man there is reward.
For every man there are consequences.
Which kind of man are you?
For the brave man, there is honor.
For the cowardice man, there is desertion.
For the stone man, there is isolation.
For the weeping man, there is no shame.
For the anger man, there is violence.
For the patient man, there is a reward.
For the observant man, there is a puzzle.
For every woman there one man who fits her.
Be she the reward.
Be she the consequence.
She is the Queen to the King.
Be she the honorable, for the brave man.
Be she the deserter, for the cowardice man.
Be she the isolatar, for the stone hearten man.
Be she right hand of no shame, for the weeping man.
Be she the perfect reward, for the patient man.
Be she the puzzle, for the observant man.
A man who can never handle a woman during her most awful, destructive days then he does not deserve her on her wonderful, perfect day.
I know how many tears you have shed
And what kind of life you have led
I know how many disappointments
Have made you sigh
And how many loses have made you cry
I know how hard it is to be rejected
And how sad it is to be neglected
I can't tell you not to be sorry
Or that you shouldn't worry
I can't say that everything will be okay
Or that tomorrow will be a better day
But all I can say is that: it's not your fault
So that blaming yourself should halt
When life's not going right
Guess you could say it's going wrong
Do what it is I always do
Pick up the telephone
Dial my favorite number
They've never steered me wrong
Of course that number is
1-800-Not My Fault
In any situation
At any given time
#1 on my speed dial
Connects me directly to their line
I seem to call it often
Not giving it much thought
My fingers know just where to go
1-800-Not My Fault
Missed your anniversary?
Or the twins Bar Mitzvah?
To avoid all the yelling and crying
Do it out of love
Remember this time around
You won't be doing it for naught
So pick up the telephone
1-800-Not My Fault
Cooking in the kitchen
You set the house on fire
The one time you do laundry
You throw your wife's tight jeans in the dryer
Fired from your job a month ago
For a month you've been hiding that with lies
Just so it is you don't get caught...dial
1-800-Not My Fault
So my friend remember this number
If your ever in a jam
Just excuse yourself a moment
Dial as fast as your fingers can
Age it does not matter
Neither being a woman, child, or man
No need to be distraught
Come on now...you know the number
1-800-Not My Fault