Best Incorrectly Poems
Today I looked at your picture and I shed a silent tear
We had never met yet, still I cry and I grieve for your family
Cut down in your prime just seventeen years old
Your friend – oh how he wishes he could turn the clock back
But he faces the rest of his life knowing he killed you
Guess you never dreamed when you went on a car journey
That it would be the last trip you ever made
At the end of the day a car is a machine
Machines are dangerous if used incorrectly
Why Why Why don’t people realise
Jan Allison
25th August 2014
We each and everyone have scar tissue
laid deeply etched internal conflict hides dialogue
All battles are fought against love condemned un-fairly
hate tortures all good reasoning over trowing truth
Firstly cursing madness stands as judge
corrupted fibres removes stitches darned incorrectly
As the tree of life bears fruit from it's branches
seeds upon this earth has been planted
Like a snowflake born from the living waters of life
unique in how each of us is constructed underneath
Our souls are immortal holding a frame within time
the body is merely a temple nourished by golden light
Countdown begins under a corrupted crop sewing lies
seeing is believing where chastisement begs pardon under oath
"Knock-Knock!" - Who's there?
"Diaphragms!" - Diaphragms who?
"Diaphragms...Don't always seem to work...
...I don't know how else to tell you this...
...So I am just gonna say it
as politically correct
and incorrectly apolitical
as I've been reprogrammed to speak
by The Disney Company:
"Luke, I am your sperm donor!"
- I sure hope I don't disappoint you as much
as George Lucas disappoints God and such..."
Soul sister how I miss your presence beside me.
Whispering words of strength into my ear.
Guiding me.
Resting your hand upon my shoulder.
Helping me to choose which path to travel.
Even when I have chosen incorrectly.
Your hand never wandered.
Your step never faltered.
You took the blame without shame.
Held me invisibly.
Until the healing warmth could be felt to my inner soul.
In life's little disputes it seems as though I have forgotten you.
The distance seems to have grown out of control.
As though my heart got colder.
A disbelief took over.
I know you have never left me.
You have always been there waiting.
Hoping I would return.
That I would call to you.
I am calling to you.
I search for your inner light.
Long for the warming touch.
I listen even deeper.
To hear your voice whispering into my ear.
A desire to feel the warming of my heart with your touch is growing.
It is what my soul has been missing.
Help me to heal my mind of the ugliness I feel in my heart.
Teach me to see the beauty which my eyes once saw.
Forgive me for allowing a coldness to grow.
Replace the hate with your loving kiss.
Allow me to feel you.
Hear you once again.
Ah, the "daily grind" ...
spin, spin, the big stone wheels,
the weighty rollers of life trundle on, inexorable ...
the intense churn of actuality cares not what finds its press -
Grain or chaff, peril or promise, all at its mercy.
But the painful grind is necessary ... crucial, even.
The crushing weight of verity, growth and wisdom,
creates a process as elemental as breath itself.
The fruitful heart is often hidden ...
within shells of bad habit, error, affectation, and pretense,
so the glorious honesty of a spirit, often bears a hard exterior.
Society and happenstance create phony skins ...
Brittle but strong husks of falsehood that we hide behind,
that we tend to use incorrectly as tools of ease and deflection.
Only through the braying of truth and reality
is the resistant and distorted hull broken down ...
And the wealth and bounty inside, set free.
Yes, the daily grind is real ... and not to be taken lightly,
but it is, as life itself ...
our brutal and beautiful blessing.
~ 4th Place ~ in "The Gristmill" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "June 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
We have grown to love has shifted face
brothers and sisters lost in all that is valued
under human reality chains shape shifting
Firstly murder has become a tipping point on our scales
meaningless news edited by wheasels to alter opinions set
incorrectly twisted falsehoods aired liars speak
Where truth and family based structures are attacked
good is considered a bad state of belief to be in
as it does not stand in favour within stones thrown sin
Human error has crept up upon us bringing destruction
every where it goes it terrorises living souls
unaddressed mass murders they are living lavish lifestyles
Do we learn anything from past mistakes made
Looking through the portal of mirrors
our flesh will perish immortal spirit rises
A field of entanglement forces against justice work around
the clock clouded visions ticking every minute closer
one time bomb ready to explode
Now the gates are opening to Hades
ignorance now is used as some sort of intelligence tool
Where boundaries have been removed for ugly reasons
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
Twenty-six years we’ve been married
I can’t believe it’s been that long
If there was a medal for ‘bravery’
You sure deserve to be awarded a gong!
When I wake up in the morning
Your face is the first thing that I see
But YOU know in my wildest dreams
I’d prefer it was that hunk George Clooney!
Dedicated to my hubby on our anniversary which is actually on 22nd June although one year I had put it on the calendar incorrectly as 20th June so if I post it on soup on 21st I am pretty close to both dates!
06-21-17
Hey, you all new cowboy brides
Listen, what my cowboy is…..
There are no Pizza Huts nearby
So got to cook in great quantities.
As there are no perfect cowboy jobs
Don’t be surprised if to live in a new ranch
Maybe your third house in one year.
When he returns home listen to his tales
Of every drive, every bronco ride
And every spree he has undergone.
If you are tired of this moving life
Buy heavy and costly furniture and
A piano or a cabinet and of course
Have a couple of kids to weigh him down.
Take care that his horse never stumbles
Spurs never rust, guts never grumble
Boots never pinch and stays out of jail!
Prefer the company of cowboys
Because they have not been educated
Sufficiently to reason incorrectly.
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April 20, 2014
Form Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win
Contest:Howdy Pard by Shadow Hamilton
The Government's behaviour firstly no longer defends our church
this mockery in itself shows a deep lack of good sense
or the simple sourced judgement to cast defiance
within this ruling class displayed
Openly liars vulgar hounds with misunderstandings of truthful agendas
as silver lining shines within their beady eyes split tongues brag
poisoned two left feet heading backwards chaos screams from injustice
Milking a treasury for all it's worth then rising the pension age
blindsided are the fools whom are unable to see past the sheriff of Nottingham
Bailing out banks without consent and giving the bankers bonuses
this our rainy day fund feathering someone's nest
We pay through the nose breathing in this capital suffering
creating slaves illegally burdened citizens are chained
dipping into pension funds the existence for this illegal action
hands out always taking never giving
Such corruption goes beyond unchallenged by lawmakers
beggars of the very purse strings
15 million flushed down the toilet for paper postal codes
billions worth of fish harvested out of our Irish sea
Gas and natural resources given away freely
our sovereignty has been removed bit by bit stolen innocence
under false ideas stealing our children's future legacy
leaders without backbones snakes pushing agendas
For free, taxpayer-funded abortions put on the table
in this bill signed with bloodshed to legalise
the killing of unborn babies in Ireland of all places
never thought I would live to see the day
Millions spent on a referendum called choice
incorrectly claiming murder as just
to be an important part of healthcare
our family focus has lost all sense of direction
Challenging the very structure in mum and dad
to begin with motherhood is the single strongest character
filled with loving compassion such are the rights removed basically damned
Every single word into the temple of our origin
death of democracy spilling the most innocent of blood
sacrificed for the sake of pride our nation has fallen
No longer united Irishmen and women a land divided
it is from these spoils of war that's killing our children's legacy
Does she want her very own vagina?
Yes, M to F trans girl...
Does she really really want a vagina?
It's like wanting to invert your fingers to
Make a mouth... No air could get through...
It wouldn't be able to speak...
But I'm sure you could get it to move
Well enough that you could lip sync...
Dress it up in drag and perform.... Not that
Vaginas perform... Welllllll... Never mind
Does he want to be a girl ?
Yes, M to F trans girl.
Does he really really want to be a girl?
To many, it's like saying you are gonna transition
To become a dog...
"So I've started barking... its gonna
take a while until I sound just like a dog...
I go to the plastic surgeon next week
To get my tail... I've started peeing on the
Bushes... Will you walk me on a leash?"
Fact: When babies are born, we decide if
they are a boy or a girl according to
Their genitalia... All of a sudden,
liberals tell people that genitalia
doesn't determine gender...
We are confusing the common person,
And at times, it even confuses me...
So if she looks like a man in a dress, why
Should she be offended if people confuse
Pronouns? If they knew her as a man her
Entire life, how can she expect them to
Transition with her when it took her this
Long just to confront the fact that she may
Be a girl, and she hasn't even tried on a dress
Yet...?
This is a song from their perspective.
I get that others don't understand. But
before you slaughter everyone who doesn't
comprehend, please look at the fact that
that you didn't understand it for a long time
either, it's why it took you so long to come out.
If this pisses you off, you've lost compassion
for many of the people who may be your allies
if you'd just know that our culture has trained
us incorrectly. It's not an attack or a threat,
This is the stress of change. Forgive us.
Their is a reflection within you blindsided
that which has already decided one way or the other
sometimes the truth has a relationship
and love can never be divorced from it
Why do you hold the cross incorrectly
standing at the altar rails claiming to be religious
Holy Innocence is found guilty within your court
is their something behind those eyes lost beyond saving
in that which tortures your freedom of choice
and makes a slave out of life condemning a soul to death
What is the past tense of Quit?
a. Quitted
b. Quitten
c. Quitude
d. Quittined
e. None of the above
Which of the following is the correct meaning of Alacrity
a. Stubborn, unwilling
b. Alarming, Surprising
c. Mediocrity
d. Eagerness
e. None of the above
What word in the English language is always spelled incorrectly
a. Accommodate
b. Wednesday
c. Necessary
d. Fuchsia
e. None of the above
How would you rate this test
a. It was a great test
b. It was an enjoyable experience
c. It was a very easy test
d. This test deserves a 10
e. All of the above
2-1-2023
The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Suzanne Delaney
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
Diversity
I was born out of a number,
Faces defining my world,
and I've always been inclined to cumber
the distress I witness at this berth
against the figure.
Yes, the figure that is and is not,
because I have no culture, no heart, nor home.
I am something light tricks to be, an illusion of diversity,
the colour of your teething bone,
the greatest profanity
being humanity,
I am much less-the unfortunate- the unknown.
Words are nothing without your lips,
and spite can't see without some tongue.
So being human cannot reason
without some puncture to the lung.
If there is a God he is not here,
the reliance of invisibility
is one to me
an unintelligibly cowardliness of fear.
You want the air, to take care of what you said was your own will.
You want new souls to suffer for an ancient bill.
You want me to stand and say I am sorry for something I haven't done,
when you're the one,
who is ticking the times tables incorrectly.
Today will be tomorrow and soon after the great past,
If you don't want history
to be seeded in misery
then you should stand out and make it last.
I was born out of a number,
mathematically spiralled into life,
and so far I still find it a struggle
to understand the joy of waking.
To be born is to be alone,
To live is to be surrounded,
To die is to be free,
but for that you must work first.
And I don't barter with this curse,
if there is nothing- I may as well exist a little first.
But what I can't compose is how I see these faces,
where others separate by numbers, words and races,
I only see one in the mirror:
human.