Best Misguide Poems
His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.
“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your science is a sin!
You’ll burn in hell if you rebel
And let the Devil win!”
The Preacher Man then took a stand
To convert the sinners by the hand
“You’ll see the Lord you’ll praise the Lord!
You’ll follow blindly Christ the Lord!”
The more he chased, the more they ran
From him, The Preacher Man.
Leviticus was hideous
To the innocent righteous folk
“The fags all shalt be stoned to death!” (Lev 20:13)
The terror he provoked.
His crucifix read “Six six six”
The people use to claim
He’d always clutch on to a crutch
To get him through his pain
His acid tongue and Sabbath stung
With nails through his hands he hung
“My sacrifice is worth the price,
For council in the Lord’s advice!”
His rapture soon began
That beast, The Preacher Man.
His leather book of horror shook
The children to their knees
“Dash the babies against the rocks (Psalm 137:9)
And hang them from the trees!” (Joshua 10:26)
From town to town he went around
Proclaiming he could heal
“The pain of grace upon your face!”
(His wallet was concealed.)
So lock your doors and hide what’s yours
Protect your children from the w----
“I’m commin’ for you, I’m gunnin’ for you!
I’ll say that I’ve been pray’n for you!”
His ministry infests the land
He’s called The Preacher Man.
Until pureness and honesty pass,
Leaving pain and aggressiveness as the dimmed lights,
For the intricate works of the corrupt dark world,
Foreshadowing the collapse of the protective shield,
Covering my emotions…
Until timelessness and eternity pass,
Taunting and mocking me disdainfully,
While pointing at the scars and scabs on my heart,
Hoping to stimulate the past,
And misguide the future…
Until patience and faith pass,
Staring into my eyes passionately with concern,
And smiling with contagious warmth and charm,
Extending a hand of friendship and trust,
Consuming all falsities…
Until irony and sarcasm pass,
Frustrated with the parameters of life’s equation,
Shaking their heads disgruntled and disoriented,
As I watch the last of forever,
Disappear in the apparent horizon.
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I love words in a novel,
a short story and a magazine.
Words are my inspiration,
Communication.
I love words that encourage,
Inspire desire in a positive way.
Words are gentle and precious,
Words are spoken from the heart,
Out of happiness and anger.
Words tell the truth and lie,
Words exaggerate, fascinate
Words can change the world
Make it a wonderful or dreadful place,
Words make or break,
Words are the past future and present,
Our peace and war,
Words hold our future,
It can lead us,
Misguide us.
Words can be paradise or hell.
Words are who we are
You are the spokesman of your own words,
And how you use these words,
May make a difference to this world
But most defiantly yourself,
Use with caution.
David W. Carter
He is my mirror,
Just what I wanted him to be!
His smile spreads permeating delight.
His storge love is my strength.
My achievement, my smile, my pride!
My upright and infallible child!
His prates, sanguinity, dreams and ambitions,
Are treasures of my life!
He is a wizard who ignites the warmth a family requires!
Yes, he is my caterpillar, my cute little firefly!
This is about 08/02/22.......the day..... …………………………..He turned back and just said NO!
May be my protective spotlight scorched his vibes.
May be I could not hold his hand tight.
May be I did not understand and guide.
May be my preaching’s were just too high.
If the bond never existed, how would it survive?
May be it was a mirage just to misguide.
The anxiety, the exhaustion does not let me survive.
How would I wipe away those sullenly eyes and exasperated goodbye!
The dreadful departure and my empty nest strive.
How would I get out of this woeful sigh!
Closed eyes and rolling tears can’t decide.
Referee the conflict or may I just hide?
How do I bring him back, how do I inveigle?
How long this saudade will survive?
I still stand here or I have just died?
Without him I can survive, no I defy!!
WORD REFERENCE:
Defy: Openly resist or refuse.
Sanguinity: The optimistic feeling that all is going to turn out well.
Strive: Struggle or fight vigorously.
Sigh: Deep audible breath expressing sadness.
Saudade: A sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
Inveigle: Using dishonest way to convince.
Storge Love: Affection that naturally exists between a parent and child.
Preaching: The giving of moral advice in a pompously self-righteous way.
Exhaustion: A state of extreme physical or mental tiredness.
Permeating: Spread throughout.
Scorches: Burn the surface of (something)
Sullenly: in a way that shows irritation, ill humour, or gloom; morosely
Exasperated: Intensely irritated and frustrated.
Prate: Talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
Dreadful: Frightfully.
Infallible: Always perfect and right, without any errors or mistakes.
Misguide in knowledge
Misled in society
Grain pretend as wheat
Poor generation
Camouflaged by the motion
Lost in true nation
Your skin ain't no lie
Intelligence miss your mind
Turn back, take a side
Ain't no harm you plead
To the country where you breathe
Dedicate indeed
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"Why is there so much evil and hatred on Earth?"
He replied, "the Earth's balance in the natural and in the supernatural
has been greatly contaminated, and distorted by the great liar...
the great liar who roams in both realms. Satan comes to lie, steal
and destroy man's soul and no one can stand up to him, the prince of
darkness unless the power of the Holy Spirit is within a man or woman.
All a person has to do is ask God sincerely and on bent knees for this gift," this
Lion had said to me with total authority. The golden sunlight that found its
way through the dense forest started to take on a more brilliant intensity, a
more compelling intensity.
"I want to trust people again, but the ones I trust always seem to let me down
when I need them most Sir." He replied, "Dearest, you let yourself down by not
trusting you God-given instincts. You should listen to that Spirit inside you much
more than you have been doing. That Spirit will never misguide you.'
"I don't love myself like I know I should, or I would trust my instincts more,"
I said as I looked down at my feet. I was standing barefoot on the softest forest
floor that could ever be imagined. It was a good feeling to be so comfortable
in a place that has never been far away from me.
"Why do you feel so inadequate for the tasks and towards the things that I so
want to give you?" He asked me as the ground shook slightly to get my
attention focused back on Him.
"Because I'm ugly in my sight, and you're so beautiful. I have done such bad
things, not only to you and to others, but also to myself. I haven't been doing the
greatest job for you down here for a very long time, and I am ashamed of
myself," I replied.
"Do you want to stay in that mind set? Are you comfortable where you are in
life little one?" He asked softly.
"No, because I know that I can do better by not only improving myself, but my
life in general. I can help many people, but only when I decide to become
a stronger spirit," I said.
"What is stopping you?"
"Myself I suppose," I replied.
"Love, I have forgiven you. Why don't you come closer?" He said as His light
which mingled with the sun's light too on a brighter, warmer intensity.
(to be continued in The Conversation Begins Part II)
wind chimes invoke serenity upon the vessels
of insouciant souls
but even with every woo of the wind an
unrequited howl echos though an empty abode
as we dress our iniquities in a trousseau of faith
allied to the vrigin of bliss
we misguide and forsake the creation of beauty
with litany as the glory of God becomes a myth
with indirect espertion we become rabbis of
ridicule and scholars of schemes
we dress happiness in a tunic of terror
and compensate truth for dreams
we implicate the innocent and regurgitate vanity
to feed our own egos
as our gestures of courtship flit on currents
of air like carrion eagles
the repertiore of elves and sprites falsely
imitates the incandescent radiance from the sun
reflecting off the moon at night
recognize not the goodness of deeds of women and men
for only deeds unknown will glorify God when faith transcends
so you say you dont believe in a higher a power
and that you have not a dad in the sky
you also have control of each and every hour
but each and every hour still passes you by?
you have total control of the space that youre in?
and can comfortably breathe when the air gets thin?
you say there is no God like there is no one to follow
but if there arent any leaders then leading is hollow
where did it start where did it all begin?
is there an initial creation/origins
what is your view of the world in its greatest perspective
are you passive agressive or agressively objective?
do you simply do what is taught and then teach what you"ve learned?
or can you analyze thought so that you can discern?
when i say "belief" do you think of religion?
when i say "plane" do you think of a pigeon?
discernment is key when you make these transitions
open your mind not just your ears when you listen
as beings we are bound to time space and matter
and understanding is limited to basic chitter chatter
so dont let the words of others misguide you
but let vibrations of truth resonate inside you
Political ordeal
Criticising every good move,
Is that what opposition means ?
Putting party above country
politics left no more than a dirty game.
Feeling joy of having an honest PM
positivity is apparent in the air,
His dreams of taking us to heights
which no citizen has any doubts about.
Yet for their own selfish motives
trying to misguide innocent minds,
Disrupting the internal civil peace,
Miscreants are joining hands,
In name of colour and religion,
Trying to divide the sons of a mother,
Disrespect and betrayal to our motherland,
raising slogans in anti national tints,
As beaming sunrise illuminates minds
and ebony cover of thoughts evanesces,
Be sure the good days are knocking
with happiness and prosperity on the way.
Written March 17th, 2016
For contest by CT
Today's political ordeal in India -Ever since PM Narinder Modi has come to power with a majority democratic govt.... opposition is trying to play anti national and foul games.
Congress had a historical defeat, didn't do any good in last decade, corruption touched peaks n poor turning poorer, are now not letting the govt function.
But Modi Govt. is determined to give its best and we people of India have full faith in him.
Awarded 6th place win
Have you ever tried to open a locked door without a key
Or had a dream while awake, going about your day
Optimism says, when one door closes another opens
It doesn’t prepare us for the day we find them all locked, but…
If you can dream awake, can’t you just unlock them in your sleep
Clichés are available in any situation
Heartbreak and failure seem to be the most common
Why do we need them?
To misguide reality to a perspective of positivity.
No one enjoys sadness, but fake emotion only extends that dimension,
What if we feel what we feel and we wear it on our sleeve
Are we then viewed as weak
Doesn’t anyone believe that feelings should be judgment free
Or is it better to pretend that in your heart, there’s no one home
Paste on a smile but truth never takes a vacation from your eyes
Pain worn on the skin does far less damage than pain held within
A year of tears that shed pounds as they fall, or
A lifetime of regret that won’t heal trapped without air, in a shell
If it were easy to get over then you wouldn’t be dreaming with your eyes wide open
The heartbeat gives rhythm to feet unwilling to head in the right direction
When you’re done giving power to someone who doesn’t even want it.
You can see, missing pieces won’t make whole what been broken
So just leave the past where it started when life has spoken
Right now, are you feeling unsatisfied
with whatever you have in possessions?
Always feel stressed, some sort of depression
for not having what's desired, to be pride.
Feel of insufficiency kills inside
pushes hard jealousy, raze, obsession
makes one tired hankering for possession.
Evil thoughts initiates to misguide.
Have you noticed, what you have owned till now.
You feel upset, but others would envy.
Many can't think to acquire those somehow
in their lifetime; rein your greed -so deadly.
Don't know, what the future holds anyhow;
We've this moment, to enjoy be ready.
Love ‘now’ moment quietly ;
Never be ungrateful towards the life
appreciate each small aspect, no strife.
~X~X~X~
A caudate sonnet is an expanded version of the sonnet.
It consists of 14 lines in standard sonnet forms followed by a coda.
(Latin cauda meaning "tail", from which the name is derived).
The Caudate Sonnet, sometimes called a Tailed Sonnet, is an extended sonnet with a coda or tail added at the end.
It was first attributed to the Italian poet Francesco Berni (1497-1536).
This sonnet verse form is often used for satire.
The defining features of the Caudate Sonnet are:
- Strophic, a Petrarchan Sonnet, followed by a 1/2 line and a heroic couplet, this may also be followed by additional "tails".
The tail and couplet are akin to the Bob and Wheel.
-The poem can be from 17 to 24 lines.
- Metric, the sonnet portion is iambic pentameter.
- The tail line is iambic trimeter and the subsequent couplets are iambic pentameter.
- Rhymed, abbaabbacdcdcd dee.
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/?s=Caudate+Sonnet+
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resources at Poets Collective Site.
## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
rhyme pattern or volta requirements.
Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/
I write this willfully hoping we
brothers that are lost can all
find yourselves, it is said that
“The value of a man resides in
what he gives and not in what
he is capable of receiving.” We
as black men have forgotten
how to give, it was a point in
time that we were seen as
protectors and providers, and
considered the structured
foundation for our family's .
What happened to so many of
us? that made us fall from
grace, and lost hope and
discarded our faith. We've let
this world misguide our
direction and changed our
steps, chained our minds to
these materialistic idols that
only dull our souls. Portrait of a
black man lets paint divinity in
the way we use to shine, and
once again be a meaningful
sunrise to a generation that
turned off their lights. It's
imperative that we find
common ground with our
women, because with faults in
our own foundation we will
never be able to build happy
homes. Our own selfish acts
and desires are the reason they
made a "Plan B", to control the
conception of birth when our
"Plan A" should be to add value
to a women's worth, and raise
sons to become kings and
daughters to become queens. I
write this not to preach or to
teach you, but only give
enlighten thoughts for I once
too sat in the dark, but know I
understand why Prometheus
took fire from the gods. Portrait
of black man there's still truth
in religion but there's none in
your true religions, you can't
buy those type of genes. Our
brand names should be our
legacy.
being paranoid is not decided...
its just a thing i cant decline it
whenever i talk to someone, its just an accident cause my
mind misguide it.....
i dont know how to make confessions...
i dont know how to deal rejection...
its just i know i m mad...
but i dont know how to make it correct...
i m just 21 and dont want to be freak...
thats why decided to make frnz in one week...
i know i m not good at it
i know i cant make it
its just an apology i m writing to everyone
and promise to not to pretend about anyone.....
its not bed to not have franzz...
its just that you have to sit alone on every bench
Mere words ready to knock on our salient heavenly doors,
And what does a Royal face See,what does a clean mind read in Sodom and
Gomorrah's sexfilled cockpits,bottomless abysses exhaling the throes of
passion filled wet and warm Ladies...What roguely lust..Oh! what sepulcharistic
rot,
Lets keep writing to keep up with the Pace of your slow cruising space shuttles,
We must outrun the other rocket As she heads for our Moon,your Neptune,her
Jerusalem,My cry of celebity...what hated words her ears hate to hear...Hangon
we are almost landing on jupiter..further galaxies to be covered in retrospect do
remember....
To God, His wisdom, His saving Grace or Our Wealthy Gait.
Dont Misguide enemies to think like Kings,
That hearts of true friends were salient...Must we really be true,
Remember our cabin in the North of Ireland where drakes used to come play
and mate,
Schippol's fantasy We have seen and Beheld,
Roman Cheese I drench to bliss with pure fiery grape wine,
Ancient Indus valley recipes of Snails,Sloths,Badgers,Squid and Yellow sweet
corn,
Where will fresh Palmwine drench Her hold....Maybe within the confines of
Hardnut Coconuts.
Truth Hurts but Sets You Free
I have no ounce for your feelings,
they misguide you so.
They throw you on a rollercoaster,
they shift your position to and fro.
One moment you are up,
and the next you are down,
you are acting like a yo-yo,
behaving like a clown.
You begin to yell and shout,
thinking you are justified.
You turn yourself into a public spectacle.
with every outrage, you die deep inside.
You have no idea the hurt you cause
when it is discipline that you need.
You hate what it is I say,
accusing me of being mean.
But truth be told, it is truth, you hate,
because it means you lose control.
Reality conflicts with the lies you believe,
and quite frankly, your gaslighting is getting old.
I understand you were led down a broken road.
And a paddle to the saddle you never had.
Truth and God are now your parents,
and that fact is making you mad.
But wake up, you spoiled brat,
see all that surrounds you die.
You live in a great hypocrisy,
because what you believe are all lies.
You cannot fight racism with racism.
You cannot hate men and call that love.
You cannot support women with feminism
when it’s a man you defend,
… parading as an imaginary female dove.
You cannot be for the environment
when you commit the same “crimes” you accuse “them all.”
You cannot be a vegetarian
unless you reject it all.
So, let’s be honest now, you are vain, spoiled, and angry.
and that is no way to truly live.
Jesus is who you reject,
because condemnation is all you give.
Jesus did not come for that;
he came to forgive every sin.
He died so you can live.
Now allow “love your brother” to begin.
Stop fighting and all your mischief.
Stop acting like a spoiled brat.
Start living like you preach.
Stop behaving like a rat.
Humble yourself, and in Him have faith.
Learn to live and how to forgive,
and follow His every command.
Only then you’ll stop your killing,
and with joy, truly live.
It is time for the people of the world, to stop pursuing the World,
start reading the Bible, and live a lawful, and faithful life.
Raise your boys to be men of great faith.
Raise your girls to be ladies of great faith.
And this world will be a better place.
by Martin Braun
August 1, 2023