Best Mislay Poems
It is a gamble
Till you try it that’s when you be acquainted with it
Life is a risk full of opportunities
Its either you dig up or you overlook
You succeed or mislay
You never know Rome till you reach it
For numerous ways leads to it
SO, If the Ace fails take the Joker
It is not a compromise but a substitution
Hence life is a gamble its either you lose or win
But bait for the best, if you loose
Endeavor again next time
Never relinquish
… COLLEN GAGA
Lily,
Her beauty surpasses the moon,
The fragrance of her voice charms the world
And draw sorrows away from mankind
She is a woman!
Lily,
Her smile embalms the sorrowful world
And soothes the weeping nations
Making them smile, and smile again
She is a woman!
Lily,
The glare from her eyes make heavens blush
And clouds to no longer hold their sorrows
Their tears fall and wet the earth
Because she is a woman!
Lily,
Who’se holds her sure-fire conviction,
That whips me into convulsion
And I mislay my age-old senses
Because she is a woman!
Lily,
Because she is a woman, I make a man
Because she is a woman, I am alive
Because she is a woman, I smile
Because she is the ideal woman!
I Found unknown silence everywhere.
Do not know what actually it is..
Just a silence or words of loneliness..
A wave of loneliness embrace me always..
The wailing wind entwine me with willingness..
I always sink in the ocean of heartless..
I never found earth nor sky..
My heart always gets agitate..
I always lost in the meaning of meaningless..
To know the deepness of sea..
To know the unconsciuosness of me..
I always mislay myself in the world of emptiness..
Besetting the tempest
Confronting the bad wind which blows
Browbeating in its way everything that grows
Respires tolerance,peace,security long taken for granted
Ousting seeds of faith painstakingly implanted
Mislay untoward weeds of abhorrence,bribery and corruption
Infest human souls and quarry deception
Over the world prevail and hostility nourish
Ooze into demure minds and values ditch
One contrivance and perhaps the only purchasable
If you delve to flourish a life as feasible
Benefit wisely,exploit that wind anew
Refrain from evil and consciousness issue
Shrug off prejudice and your way elbow
The wind possesses several strings to his bow.
This life will be briefly averred
as a part of me is well aware
that I will always be remembered
the every moment you live, you breathe
you write a single word each second
and you will sob inditing each letter.
A part of me is well aware
that even I keep close my eyes
The sun will still shine bright
Yesterday or Today or Tomorrow
I had shone and will shine in your heart, in your mind
when you will feel my rays abreast your soul
and you will rue those gleaming memories behind.
This life will be briefly averred
as you live on your days with shammed smiles
and slowly you will adhere to live with it
As you know you only live with sore disires
You wipe a single drop and several will follow
still you will shine with a sham smile, bumbling all your onerisms.
A part of me is well aware
that even if I leave you lone and walk away far
The moon will still appear during rising tide
Morning or Evening or Night
I had rose and will rise in your marvels, in your dreams
When you will feel the surge of absence of mine
and you will be numb then and even you will mislay your mind.
I’ve lost family, my friends vanished, and love was disillusioned. I fail to remember when I lost myself that is why I carry on with my mouth taped, hands hammered down to this splintered chair, legs tide down like a criminal that I am, before I let you know what you don’t see and mislay you as well.
Did I mislay my bell ringing skull?
Thoughts are out of school
they run into fields of white mice
they multiply - fruitlessly.
Many mock me in front of my other
more head-ridden selves.
Got out of my sleep
with a crowbar and shovel,
mislaid the brain I had yesterday
or was it the day before?
Distant chomping sounds in a rabbit hole.
You can think too much, you can spread yourself
like marmalade over a hundred sticky memories.
Problems appear but only to be unsolved, just
mummified in a facsimile of an afterlife.
I once had a screw-top,
it kept the thinking down to a few finger bones.
Rampant are the curly-tailed nibblers.
All is well, for I dream in the emptiness
of a bell ringing skull,
one placed somewhere else
and far out of sight.
Verbose crystalled tears bestride
Flaring high on ornately veined clouds
Racking thunderclaps fracture the horizon
Protesting the abdication of daylight
Here the morose summer showers weep
In heavy erosion washing yesterdays pains
An ascending dusk pursues the mislay moon
Lost in the felled bodies chafing the steely skies
Phantoms murmur atop flamed winged steeds
Dancing on the peaks of the worlds rooftop
Tombs satiated in truth opening with echoes
Are purified by the banks of rolled morning mists
And the harmonious stillness of dawn
Drones out the silence of innocence
Unmeasured shade correct the unfrozen
Eyes so burn with each natural die
Relic of pieces tremble drops unbroken
Tread with pasts in next hour's cries
Pedaling against the dull silent nothing
Life's showing brighter desolate
Deeply blamed for soulless bluffing
The liberties control the drawn isolate
Shine within the flesh calamic
None the grieving frail unseen
Acceptance shake uncontrollable dynamic
No choosing social and mislay believed
Enter redemption how confirmed
This prison applause weak ploys
I left upon but now its determined
And I am fain to joy
Walk along the six darkened fallen
Each flow obey the calling flame
Lost the theft of working sullen
and again emotions is renamed
Friendships fragrance life with a unique bouquet,
Hiking on a mountain trail or speeding down the causeway.
Attentiveness and loyalty brighten amity's soufflé.
Spicing up each day like a romantic screenplay.
Ablaze with passions as hot as a brandy Flambé?
A friend will feel heat with you and never trust mislay,
Displaying great compassion along life's byway –
And will never bring your heart to tears by sharing hearsay.
A friend accepts your weakness; cherishes your forte.
Sticks by you when your happy-path slips off the fairway.
Cares and visits you at home, in your mansion or chalet.
Loves you for the heart in you and not for social display.
A friend goes with you to recitals; enjoys your child's ballet.
Understands you, thick or thin, and helps your fears allay.
Cherishes your laughter and frivolous childlike play.
Understanding that perfection might be a worn out cliché.
Friends love you in the present until some endless day.
Believing in your talents and sharing hope's parfait.
Compromising differences at midnight or midday.
Friendship's fragrant flowers sweeten life's breezeway.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 4, 2010
GONE VIRAL (For Corona virus/ Covid 19 contest)
Don’t splutter, don’t wheeze
Don’t cough and don’t sneeze
Or they’ll lock you up
And they’ll mislay the keys
Don’t tell them you’re hot
Just say that you’re not
And don’t touch your face
Or you could be shot
With those swollen glands
You’d best wash your hands
And stay well away
From where your gran stands
In this world of issues
And black market tissues
Hand gel is gold dust
And loo roll is re-used
For shelves are now bare
No toilet roll there
Somebody said
It’s a media scare
It’s just four weeks on
So many folk gone
The cynics all died
Knowing they got it wrong
In gas masks and visors
The army now spies us
We walk down the street
And a magistrate tries us
But we are survivors
And no law shall tie us
I’m off for a drive
In my Corona virus
19 March 2020
Contest: Covid 19 Contest
Sponsor: Team Poetry Soup
You’re always sleeping on my bed.
A companion that I would always want to have.
Secrets and memories are all yours to take
In black and white, with all my mistakes…
You’re the reason why I’m a bit relieved
With the feelings and emotions, that I cannot grip.
In your comfort zone I lay all my belief,
My anxiety, my fears and all that I feel…
Happy thoughts, bad memories
And highlights of the day
All are yours to keep or store away
Too heavy I know, but It’s okay
Don’t worry, you will never mislay…
Winter fetches a hillock of the wind and downpour.
Exacerbating people to mislay their blight core.
Peculiar demesne keepers are utterly aroused.
While tiny dwellings, slums are bulldozed.
Flush breaks out among the poorest of the poor.
Thoroughly jiggling, they shiver in the spongy cure.
None of the people around me appear to descry them.
They are enduring dull, agonizing demise mayhem.
In the midst of the winters harshest season,
The scenery is desolate, and homes sap blacken.
Snow inversely overwhelms everything.
Making hills that are huge and transcending.
People in neediness succumb to the winter.
While we continue to offer a hefty fee for a heater,
We tuck ourselves into our cozy beds for the night.
People have stuck to death all around from frostbite.
Relish life by humming songs of love every day.
I'm unconcerned if it's winter or summer ray.
The universe is a child's hand on your shoulder.
When life is volatile, death lacks uniqueness jolter.
Written: January 15, 2022
Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
For years it had flown through dim canyons,
hollows where the mute sheltered in echoing caves.
Poems shifted loose and gearless.
Words darted for cover as if caught
in an empty bell tower.
On tongue-chilled days it would croon inarticulately
as it sang beneath jawbone rafters.
Then one drunken night I felt it clearing its windpipes,
coaching a squeaky organ into yawps of utterance.
I can see it now, a raw unlovely thing,
a creature hammered through gurgling fissures,
grown stark with a transpiring clarity.
I would mislay it like a lost penny,
go crazy to find its untrod trail again,
then it would return like a tramp begging at my door.
I hear it knocking now – a homeless angel
eager to shed the next paltry revelation
in a foundling language.
No longer is it a chance sighting,
no longer a luminous flutter on dark walls;
it is red of lip,
a painted vowel in my unbolted mouth.
A mouth that now divulges,
and sometimes in a dull turning year
may say something worth transcribing
for the ears of other madmen.
The window holds no joy anymore
There's no need for knocks on my door
My time, my hesitation subsides
Life's true mystery, no longer hides
My bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I miss lay
My thoughts dull, my memories fog
I reach for them, so tired of the slog
Each day, each hour one and the same
I'm not bitter as I am glad I came
But my bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I mislay
So is it my time? My call to above
Will God send my key with a dove
Releasing my body from my soul
To begin my rise, my final stroll
I left my bed no jail, no cage today
For those left behind now, I love and pray.