Best Miscalculations Poems
Another One Down
And another one bites the dust.
Marriage.
My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door,
Rampant miscalculations of being too nice,
two people that complain, endlessly.
She does not do enough.
I have not had “any” in weeks.
I work all the time.
What do I show for it?
When do I get my due?
These are the words,
That he would spew.
She did the dishes,
She worked two jobs,
She got the kids to school,
What a fool…
She made dinners,
and kept appointments,
made small talk with your mom,
who hates her.
Yet… She does (did) not do enough.
I wanted, need(ed) more.
I wanted my feet rubbed, twice each night.
I wanted someone to bring my dinner in the chair.
When my plate is empty, I want more…
I want her to fill it,
and every need,
that I can think of,
until,
I feel…
loved,
enough.
I am “first” not last, I am the husband.
I am the King of everything.
I sit alone in my new apartment.
“Why… is she mad at me?”
Red roses bleed...you just can not see it...
Every earlobe ever pierced, minus non-pierced lobes, without exception
Quantified by head size, quality of piercings, and variety of earrings worn
Under ultraviolet light, utilizing reflective space, sound waves and distance
At appropriate intervals, measuring cut, clarity, carat, color and character
Totaling to a six figure sum, then divided by US bonds withdrawn from IRA
Increase the risk of screaming in agony, up to, but not more, than 50 decibels
On an operatic stage, bursting glass objects, as per fat lady singing, wherein
Numerical miscalculations of damage, therein, must be subtracted from the
Sum, so that all of said variables will not exceed the confusion of the bystander.
Written on 3/9/2016
The team's fans had lofty expectations.
They were squelched by your miscalculations.
The trades you made provided no improvement.
The team's performance was a bitter disappointment.
Your boys lost some games to mediocre teams.
That caused inability to fulfill some dreams.
A smooth road to travel proved to be rough.
The team's owner said he had seen enough.
You were let go before the end of the season.
Missing the playoffs was the ultimate reason.
Your tenure in Philadelphia is now through.
Wherever you go, may there be better luck for you.
I wouldn't want you to walk away
with any miscalculations about me.
I am about as wild and crazy as society will allow
without confinement for my own protection.
Whenever I read a self-marketing sign
Please Help...
Vacancies of home and body,
Needing to be filled.
I feel bearers of these signs
of proper society's margins
raw and naked,
erased to try again.
When I notice long-haired grunge,
low-budget nomads with backpacks and shopping carts,
heading toward me asking to not be excused
for excusing relationships they need,
I head in their direction
to find our best resurrection
of civility
together.
My husband begrudges every dime
and points out I'm too wild
for pouring mostly alcohol
or worse down throats
without a home.
He claims they're addicted suicides
awaiting death's forgiving embrace.
But, I say this is too often true
and who am I to judge
those who explore doing their best
of worst available options
through self-medication
mixed with sheltered soups
and public kitchens
serving lines of autocracy's dark drama
Were I or he on that street
rejected by our own history of defeat
I would hope to find those wise enough to stay
with me long enough
to help medicate
lubricate
meditate my way
to suffer with human emptiness
and ask me please to stay,
tell MAGAs all my blues,
sing and dance this suffering
buffering away.
I'm retired.
Have more cash than I could ever need,
and don't want to go out that way,
hoarding funds for those who already have too much
while somewhere out there stands
a homeless sign whose bearer
needs to drink her lunch
at least and most this day.
If our legacy manifests
both what we do for love
and what we do not do from fear
and shame
and blame
If both our actions and omissions,
our positives and negatives,
remain behind to feed up and starve out our kids,
then why would I not choose
to offer social caring
when uncivilized neglect to care is so clearly that of which
this homelessness was made.
If i take you out of the equation i have me
If you take me out of the equation you have you
But the problem is still the same
No matter how you draw it out
All the miscalculations
All those miscues
The equation of us is at a stand still
You and i all we equal is no communication
The math problem of our life has no long division
No multiplication no addition
Only subtraction
Always divided
Is there a common denominator
There was when we begin
But now it feels like an end
Where is the true solution
Where is our fraction of the whole we are so capable of
Soon we shall see how the numbers and letters will go
In the algebra of our acceptance to move forward.
September 10, 2007 - Monday
Too Much Time
Broken in my mind is trust, and love is a pile of dust; feel the gold of your
wedding band as it turns cold on a stranger's hand; all the years spent wasted,
lost on a sweetness you once tasted; Is this how it is always going to be, 'coz a
future here i don't see; you're holding onto what is already gone, keep reaching
out to me with your hands full, and you just might end up alone; Tired is a mind
with no rest, still innocent i will confess; this burden should have never become
mine, but boundaries can't be laid if there is no line, break the branch and still
the tree won't sway, building a kingdom where children don't play, Is this how it
always going to be, 'coz a future here, i don't see; drowning in your own creations,
if this is the bigger plan then you have made some major miscalculations; life
among the dead is unheard amongst the living, life is not about taking or giving,
what matters is how you gave and what you took
Seems like RightWing angry reds
are clueless anthrosupremacists
who joke they'd be better off dead
than organically well fed
Despite indigenous faith in sacred EarthJustice
now rewritten as salvation by capital colonization
redeemer aspirations
falling militantly fascist apart
While blue LeftWing
non-green
more secularly cooperative corporate leaders
advertise redemption
while at best blushing over past miscalculations
extractive and capital divesting,
hedgefund abusive
by investing against cooperatively-owned Earth,
equity binding sustainable
multicultural health.
Both partisan cheerleaders
for AnthroOnly commodity futures,
coldly continuing win/lose corporate,
nationalistic
anthrosupremacist hubris
And Earth unpatriotic enough
to efficiently kill
other species' great grandchildren,
and, unfortunately our own
not so anthro-supremely resilient
when left hungrily alone,
thirsting for earlier healthcare proficiency
of industrial
militarized Elders.
We obsessively file our grasping nails
while debating how best
to learn to tolerate
lack of future therapeutic commitment
to Mother Eartha's whole-sum
awesome
multicultural health care
nutritional values
Giving up on hostile
too hot reds
and receiving too much blues
bad news
to safely calculate long-term
life-care reviews
While distracted
by counting the number of re-election dollars
able to cohabitate
on the dying head
of a supremely self-appointed pin.
I squandered my future,
my past present expended.
Unsteady steps protracted,
seconds and hours not tended.
My thoughts were not pondered,
delusional perspectives un-debated.
So many of my mistakes,
could have been anticipated.
Was it my unfounded fear,
that informed my preoccupations?
I could have chosen different,
my foundational miscalculations.
Polite and respectful,
an untrue participation.
The truth didn’t factor,
into my odd equation.
So I embraced my fear,
which fuelled my frustration.
Mistake on mistake,
led me to this destination.
One step forward,
two steps quickly back.
Do you see me sunshine?
My brain going clackity, clack.
I’m the one afraid of shadows,
don’t worry, I won’t attack.
Just a quiet back door seeker
searching for the strength that I lack.
Tell me please,
what can I do?
I want to be like me,
but just a bit more like you.
So I’m drowning my thoughts,
I guess that’s nothing new,
you keep bouncing in my head,
is what you’re offering true?
Now my many mad moments
are down to a few,
with the last sip of sorrow,
where am I headed too?
Maybe there I’ll find my answers,
will Jesus greet me anew?
Still my greatest final fear,
is he’ll just wait for you!
This piece is from the perspective of a person caught up in addiction.
Only angry about the stupidity of my
Forefather's miscalculations and
Now living within an archaic formulae
This makes me undulate as a situation
Spins new dna
Onto phantasmagorical
Fingertips whilst attempting connection
Maybe in the hopes of singing with pure diapragm
Yes
Deep throat and lung vibrations
Make the multitudes sway in rhythm
Can the cans
Come on those worthy
Spill into the arroyo with spit laden lips
Shine like the corona splitting atoms
Never forgotten
Energy moving in pure elucidation might mean
Dogs on the highway
Fog on the bypass entrance
Songs from deep inside the limbic meaning a breath of
Freshly ground thought has some validity
I remember the women of my life
I recall the spectral moments so that
I retract no statements
Other than those
That brought out the gray
Verse 1:
People built civilizations,
But made some grave miscalculations.
Economics, they thought, was key,
But gave money value recklessly.
Verse 2:
Politics, they said, could solve it all,
But added people to situations that made them fall.
Science, they believed, held the truth,
But endangered animals for knowledge that was uncouth.
Verse 3:
Mathematics, they claimed, was the answer,
But used it to create weapons of cancer.
It fixed some problems, but caused others too,
And our flawed system is now in view.
Verse 4:
Psychosurgery, they thought, could cure the mind,
But it left perfectly sane people in a bind.
Procedures meant to heal, instead caused pain,
And made them fall into insanity's domain.
Verse 5:
Not all issues can be resolved,
And the longer we stay, the more flaws are involved.
Like dividing by zero, or raising zero to one,
Our civilization's problems cannot be undone.
Verse 6:
Our civilization may be flawed,
But that doesn't mean we should be awed.
We have the power to make things right,
To use our knowledge to end the plight.
Verse 7:
With collaboration and empathy,
We can make the world a better place to be.
We must learn from our mistakes,
And strive to heal the world's heartbreaks.
Verse 8:
So let's work together, hand in hand,
And create a future that is truly grand.
For the flaws in our system, we can find a way,
To make things better for each passing day.
Miscalculations and moments of self-assertion
These mistakes, I wish I learned the first time
Abating in my conceit with obvious wounds to show
A battered and bitter human but less off a being
Inward and beyond, a lack of will rest in the void
No righteous fury to arise and truly feel alive
Inward and beyond, I am not whole- Trace back the symptomatic scares
They tell the tale of a troubled trance
Docile to my own demise
But now, with audacious hands over my eyes I let the darkness inspire
A sight for all sore eyes exposed to artificial light
Forced immolation, polish the blemishes that tarnish me until I dissipate in my search for divination
I watch the days pass by through transparent walls
It eats away at me to stand so still, we must dispel the benevolent ideas of boredom
You are the journey; failing to experience yourself
Sedated by the government; our attention distracted
A second hand reality priced, contorted, recycled
Beyond redemption
Alone destitute and not afraid
Fatigue, wear and tear weights heavily upon my soul
The tears only seem to strengthen a malignant resolve
As I care not where this journey may lead
Heaven or hell although I’ve had my fill of the latter
Release is imminent as I die a little each day
With every indiscriminate betrayal yet forgive I must
As I also except that no fickle mortal can ever care
My life has been a flow of constant miscalculations
Always hoisted on the petard of my compassion
Truly a human folly
Forget your forgetfulness
Forget your faults
Forget your bewilderments
Forget your misgivings
Forget your follies
Forget your missteps
Forget your miscalculations
Forget your errors
Forget your foolishness
Forget your shenanigans
Forget your goofs
Forget your flubs
Forget your craziness
Forget your senselessness
Forget your blunders
Forget your nonsense
Forget your howler
Forget your madness
Forget your monkeyshine
Forget your witlessness
Forget everything that is causing you stress
Forget all
Forget and let live
Yes!
MOVE ON
Pick at it and open the wound
Poor on the salt with a big spoon
Can’t just let things go and be
Stirring the heart more angrily
The history we had is long since gone
I made mistakes and tried righting the wrongs
But this is the end of the line
Healing will occur over some time
Thankful for the time that we shared
Relationship was good I promise I swear
But I departed and left the fold
Out in the world to journey was bold
Wearing a uniform in line to conform
Growing up fast with others reformed
They yelled at me and gave me guns
When liberty came we shared some fun
Drove big trucks deployed on ships overseas
Round the globe twice in many countries
Very much training and more to train
Grew up quick and maturity was gained
Back to civilian life and started a new
Now what? Where do I go? What to do?
I know lets protect and serve that’s the ticket
Got rejected for colorblindness so I dismissed it
Earning a living at a health food store
Dating a girl, how can I provide for?
She was on track and smart and clever
I would marry her now and forever
She would graduate and become a teacher
But first we would vow in front of the preacher
Working as a manager at $14 per hour
Or a degree in allied health I would not cower
Accepted some help along the way
That which I am grateful for to this day
I’ve had my fair share of miscalculations
Made hasty decisions with no hesitation
Financial errors where to work and live
Undue stress on loved ones please forgive
Life is a teacher and I’ve learned up to now
Like a farmer keep your hand to the plow
Blows and punches will sure come your way
Take the highs with the lows its not all doomsday
I can tell you that family is at the center
Having my wife at my side with kids to mentor
Happiness is an illusion finding meaning is the key
If you have a “Why?”, enduring the “How?” is easy
By beardedjarhead
Life is all a blur,
the hopes, the dreams, the goals
wishes upon wishes whether real or imagined
illusions, intrusions, confusions
love's conquered...love's lost
exhalations, miscalculations, adulations
"life is but a dream"...until it isn't
fragments of thoughts start on lonely highways
tear stained shirts are worn on the edge of night
time capsules are buried at the end of the byways
whether decisions were wrong or right
in the blink of an eye
life rushes across the stage to hit its mark
and plays in every scene
squanders and excepts every emotion's outcry
etched in the face... until the curtain drops
and the lamplights turn dark and spent
leaving the sweat of time dripping upon the ground
left to vanish in recollected lament
of how quick it all was
4/27/18
" life is but a dream" song row row row your boat