Best Misguided Poems
You walk through the metal detector
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”
I am only doing the job the government requires of me
I am not the reason you are harassed and had to partially strip
I do empathize with you seeing I have to do the same thing too
No one cares that I am a Screening Officer I am searched when I travel
The government says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
You want to get mad at someone then look in the right direction
The ones who blatantly took the lives of our families and friends
Who took the choice of traveling to most places away forever
Who took the privilege of carrying most things on board away
The freedom to travel with our liquids and gels peanut butter and jam
Don’t blame me because I am risking my life to keep you safe
Don’t blame me for someone not caring about your fate
Don’t blame me for what Mr. Harper and Mr. Obama says
Or for what the UK says is their Standard Operating Procedures (SOP)
Don’t blame me I am just the messenger that holds many lives in my hand
There once was lad named Sean,
Who thought he was a leprechaun.
He dressed all in green,
And pinched the colleens,
Then danced a jig until dawn.
9/18/18
(Colleen - an Irish girl)
Darkest, sweetest, blackest rose,
so deep and so inspired.
Your blinding beauty comforts me,
No effort is required.
I fell within your dreamy trance,
I become quite delerious.
But your black petals start to dance,
sweet rose oh so mysterious.
Rose, why must you trick the hurt,
With your wonderous deciet.
You make the exit look so right,
You guide the loste one's feet.
You taunt us thirst weak ones,
Make death look like a well.
You only wish to burn us up,
You send us straight to hell.
I've been in college for four years and i promise I aint learned s***
Thank god i'm on scholarship and I didn't have to pay for this s***
They haven't taught me anything about this machine we live in
If you want to teach me something, teach me why society tries to destroy black men
Teach me how to start my own and don't groom me to work for someone else
Teach me how to be rich inside and out so I can respectfully attain true wealth
Teach me to operate from the heart and not just from the mind
Teach me that I can do anything and not just chase a ball or spit a rhyme
Teach me how the universe works mentally and how I should be aware of my thoughts
Teach me the truth about this country and why these wars are really being fought
Teach me things about myself, like my pineal gland
I could care less about the subatomic particles of a grain of sand
Teach me how religion is used as a means of control
Teach how to live without religion and how get in touch with my soul
Teach me about the chemicals that go in my water and my food
Just show me how society should truly be viewed
Teach me all the things that you should really be teaching the youth
All i'm asking is for you to teach me the F****** TRUTH!
There was a young feline named Jackson,
Who wanted a piece of the action.
While hunting for rats, Jack
Got into a spat, with a strange little
Creature known to us as a bat.
This then is the fact of the matter.
The bat proved as 'mad as a hatter'.
And it paid with it's life,
Causing Jackson much strife:
Bad luck for the poor little ratter.
They arrested the cat in a hurry
And woe to this poor furry purry.
Without even a trial, he was put on 'The Mile'
Where his life became drab and quite dreary.
Jack's been sitting there day after day,
Quite bored and just pining away.
While dreaming of mousies and birds on the wing,
Of hair balls and catnip and such kitty things.
"How long, oh how long must I pay?
Please won't someone just whisk me away?
Back to my home where a kitty can roam
And stay out-of-doors all live, long day."
The end of this tale I hope tell,
Will find Jack finally leaving his cell,
To be welcomed back home, once again
Free to roam, older and wiser and well.
"No more bats for this cat", Jackson moans.
And it seems that he's learned on his own:
It's far better than not, to keep up with ones shots,
Than call three feet of jail space your home!
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Do you remember that smile,
My any reason smirk that let you know everything was ok.
I’m tuned in as I always was, only this time
My reception is stronger.
I’m everything I once was against,
I’m lost in the rush.
I was set free,
Carried away I soon became.
I see my friend with more faces than a dice.
A gamble she is.
I’ve grown tired,
Can you imagine being young and worn out?
You never truly know who’s watching,
Paranoia looks out for me.
Clinton on steroids—Fiornina
She shreds truth like a hyena
Let's make the world right
No—she’d much rather fight
As the killer in the arena
Can Hillary have the right stuff?
She couches words not a tight m*ff
If her clothes be stripped
See the mummy from the crypt
Quite rough to see her in the buff
For billionaires—Super PACS pander
Their “MO” is to ooze slander
So join with Bernie
Sanders' great journey
Since he's Mr. ethics and candor
Author's Note: There are two women running for the 2016 White House. I only wish that there was a more qualified woman running for whom I could vote--like Elizabeth Warren. This past Friday I went into Manhattan and saw Bernie Sanders speak. Recently, he spoke at Liberty University, and the event is searchable. BTW, I see Hillary and Carly as sisters in deceit. There is something very wrong with the body language, speech and ideas of each. They both are owned by big money. My apologies to the hard core supporters of these two beastly hypocrites.
All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans
All hail,
The brave soldier,
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause
All Hail,
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life
All Hail,
The weary soldier
-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.
Tall poplars whisper gently in the wind
Autumn rain taps on the sidewalk
In dense air there is feeling of melancholy
Eerie visage of the moon will soon appear to cast shadow on the grave
There is fresh grass on every grave but one
The one which belongs to a man
Accused of some crime
And sentenced to death
His innocence he claimed to the end
And promised that
No grass will grow for period of time on his grave
And creator his soul will save
Indeed no grass grew
For the period of time man said
After that it grew in the shape of a cross
Seems the man was telling the truth
However even if justice is wrong sometimes
One has to punish crimes
But what of the brokenhearted
Of wrongfully accused
And who is to say what is wrong or right
We all consider wrong who ever disagrees with us
And how is one to believe in justice if one is subjected to its lack
Of course he will fight
If that person turns to darkness
Or simply does what he believes is right in his own soul
And the fact is there is no true justice
For everyone’s version of it is in his or her own soul
She states she’s the heat
Fabricating
Her own temperature
Elevating the passion of my heart
Eternally
But eternity lacks the empathy of L.O.V.E
In all its entirety, for we are not lovers
But strangers on opposite streets
You the heat a temperature of passion and lies,
And I the cold sharp in the search of my first love a degree
Misguided Power
My mind is at a precipice of peace and revolution
In a serenest of its own, bringing together the powerless
and the powerful nations of poverty and prosperity.
Countries at war purely on the thought of man’s principles,
testosterone, masses of land and water, weaponry and
idealisms trying to start a new world order.
Country leaders of dictatorships, democracies, monarchies,
with populations living in poverty with fingertips on the
buttons of technology that can destroy all humanity.
Leaders talking loud and proud, posturing and threatening a show
of power, a threat of doom, winning small battles, refusing
to discuss different solutions,
refusing to back down and give in to better resolutions.
Stepping up are our young new leaders of formidability with
fresh ideas, perspectives, insight of life longevity to keep
the earth clean and green with no thumbs on bombs.
Nations across the land sit down at the table to discuss, the
perils of the world at hand, poverty, diseases, genocides, earthquakes,
tsunamis, floods, starvation, slave trade and illegal military raids.
These young leaders wake up the true conscious of man
to solve the problems across the land, by caring, freeing,
feeding, giving help, hope and understanding the problems at hand.
It is no secret!
That this country is still racist,
White, Black, Yellow, Brown and Red.
When all we see is colored faces!
For most our ignorance’s,
conjure illusions were not racist.
While some masquerade
in an attempt to misguide!
Some parade to protest
with riot in disguise!
Every day! Every day! Every day!
We display racism toward others,
we deem difference than,
by how we think,
transferring thoughts into behavior.
Racism is everywhere!
It is at work,
it is at school,
it is on TV,
and all over the news.
It is podcast on the radio
and on social media too!
It is all around us,
it surrounds us!
We project around with no realization,
that were all racist,
simply by our own fears,
emotions, and actions.
As stereotypical individuals,
whose attitude reflects it,
were just too judgmental
of others to recognize it.
Our own mystery
is no secret,
that we are racist too!
She spent her youth in concert sinning
A fact half known but fast ignored
"I'll trade your past for a new beginning"
Said off the cuff but now an ode
She wonders if he really knows
She feels her body's spent for giving
A good man she deems him, and rightly so
Complicates further the decision
"Oh god where were you before,
Before I mastered at deceiving?"
So close to words these thoughts did grow
But prunned by his ribbon wrapped unveling
She wonders if she should say 'no'
"I'm I my past or my ambition?"
She wants a family and a home
To lead a life that's worth it living
Her mouths agape set to respond
No trace of his confidence thinning
A persistent shiver in her bones
She wonders if it's her he's seeing
His knee is floored, his face is grinning
He thinks her flattered to the brimming
Her head is spinning, her limbs are cold
She whispers, 'yes...'
As she wonders on....
It's funny how you're made a fool
Even thought you topped at school
And the courses that you took
As you went from book to book
Seem to matter less today
At least that's what the others say
So after all your years of work
You're just another cash poor jerk
It seems the ones who did so well
Knew which stocks to buy and sell
They saved their cash
Put in away
To take it out
Some later day
So now the lives they live are great
The kind of folks you really hate
But don't blame them for their new luck
You really should have saved the buck
Release the world from your faulty perceptions,
And all the threatening things you believe it to be.
We see the world through our own tinted lenses.
Only the things we look for, are the things that we see.
When we question the origin of misguided beliefs,
They cannot hold up to scrutiny’s piercing gaze.
When exposed, they cauterize our gaping wounds by
Forgiving the sins, releasing the pain in a glorifying blaze.
The devil is in the details.
It's a house of cards built on shifting sand.
Release one false belief and let
The rest collapse in your trembling hand.
Copyright © Chula Fleming 8/10/24