Best Misperceptions Poems
Upon waking up this day, a single tear
Father your eternal immortality
Still proves wise and gracious
I haven’t been misled by popular opinion
Which should be taken with a grain of salt
You showed me how to expose the counterfeits
who foster misperceptions,
Which have shaped our faith
How to think with an open mind, heart, and soul
Father, your every word was a rare gift
A worth guide__
A teardrop of glad remembrance and a
Prayer for your soul
Categories:
misperceptions, father, father daughter, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
On his robe and his thigh he has this name written:
King of kings and Lord of lords.
Revelation 19:16
You shall have no other gods before Me.
"You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth;
Exodus 20: 3-4
for as I was passing through and considering the objects of your worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Therefore, the One whom you worship without knowing, Him I proclaim to you:
God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands.
Acts 17:23-24
God can put a mark on someone for different reasons.
The scripture tells us about the mark which God put on forehead of Cain after killing Abel.
Which physical stuffs Lord used to mark on Cain?
Who could see the mark on the robe and thigh of Christ Jesus which was written: King of kings and Lord of lords?
Christ Jesus used the finger of God to drive out demons, which name of the finger could be that?
How many people put different marks(signs) on their bodies because of misunderstanding of the scriptures?
Who has eyes to identify the mark of the real beast on some people on earth?
the antichrists made lots of physical (marks) signs
to create fear and capture many people.
some people focus on physical things
while claiming to be spiritual.
God is Spirit,
did He tell some people to represent Him with some signs
( marks) and other things?
Some people live with different false imaginations
which are deep misperceptions
from the antichrists.
July 23/2023
Categories:
misperceptions, encouraging, inspirational, religious,
Form:
Free verse
Avast emotional gulf manifested; courtesy
series of unfortunate events; sundered
biologically accorded, cherished, enshrined
paternal bond; resultant dereliction defies,
justifies, ratifies...dissonance; unbearable
hindsight excoriates impropriety reviewing
dirty deeds done dirt cheap; impossible mission
to excise indelibly etched psychological
impacted repercussions upon mine fountainhead;
weighing excruciating deserved self loathing;
permanently deplorable depravity yoked;
unyielding choke hold, no longer asking
forgiveness, but airing errant culpability;
dada's guilt indefensible impropriety; begetting
permanent fallout; exacting just desserts; bitter
regret beast of burden (oxe see moron) housed
within self made villain; unjust to impinge your
providential opportunities, whose blessed smarts
plus unfettered, unencumbered, undaunted...
daring do promise productive existence par
excellence, versus anxiety riddled torturous
legacy writ large across countenance this papa;
analogously das scribe bing mortal epitaph, while
dark shadows haunt this edgy rusty knight, who
once pawn time shrugged off mischievous
lascivious actions as payback; recognizably erred;
misperceptions (mine); deduced ex post facto,
when the missus doled out unpleasantries;
exploding anger; vented regarding significant
roiling perturbations harkening to her own
unrepentant poisonous stinging toxicity;
delivered courtesy birth parents; hands lack
king awareness to rock cradle with tender
loving care, hence burdened with childhood
tsoris prior to accepting yours truly as life
contra dance partner these preceding xxii+
years avoiding unseemly behavior; aware
that the mother of our two darling daughters
doth love and forgive me, though recouping
similar results with first offspring may remain
tense, and many years past not a happy camper.
Categories:
misperceptions, 12th grade, dad, daughter,
Form:
Free verse
What is time?
But a rotation of the planets,
A love gone to the wind,
Or a setting of the sun?
Sometimes we can’t tell the day,
But by the bottle we drink.
Or the books I read,
…Plato, Steinbeck, and old Walts leaves.
What is art?
But a set of statements,
An aesthetic feeling,
Or a theory on communication?
And other times I sit in the wind,
Nostalgic story’s swim in the chaos of thoughts.
A world of energy measured by mass,
To the speed of light,
…Have you ever seen God?
Or a rope strung to the choking of seeds?
Submission,
Submission,
A world I don’t want to keep.
Do you know what it is to hurt?
Love burnt to a gravitational hole,
Failure that sticks like a parasite
…to the bone.
Loss of light,
Loss of touch,
Loss of comprehension,
It hurts so much.
Here we dwell where time has no meaning,
A court of the gods,
With a promised feast
Consumed by gluttonous dogs.
Out in the hills we roam,
Lost like infantile, mad children.
To a hunt of tragedy,
Is the mistake of Cephalus.
Can you feel the cold chill,
The rains of pain?
The wind is our home,
And a soft mad echo
Speaks to us,
…what is it saying?
What does it mean,
To be?
Standing one with nature,
Crouched by a river,
Can we interpret the drones
Of a suburban family?
They speak of regulation,
And hold a working class hero
As the sweets of moderation.
Doesn’t the road of excess
Lead us to the palace of wisdom,
And can’t we say truth
Is but of a relative nature?
But behold,
I believe in a long
Derangement of the senses
To
Obtain
The
Unknown.
Though, What is life?
Art, poetry, a figment of the imagination.
The skeptic concludes
To a weak will.
The artist spins a love
Of
Degradation.
The contemplative
Reaches the of height of formation.
The meaning,
What is reason for the meaning?
A will, a thought, a spinning of a thread,
Or,
The fabrics of dread.
Two paths, one entity,
A system from a creed of deities.
Can you speak when I say,
“Reckless abandonment,
Deranged lonely nights,
Failed plains inside the mind.
So useless to try,
The common misperceptions of what’s right,
And the twinkle of tears gone by,
…Welcome to life.”
Categories:
misperceptions, philosophyworld, love,
Form:
MENTAL ILLNESS
Darker clouds appear more so near,
spirit sympathy and mind in empathy ponder,
thoughts a haze of past future days,
a mental candle aura, flickers 'n' wilts in wonder.
This shadowy sickness,
creep 'n' seep,
seeking capture, no rest nor sleep,
until it claims it's mentory.
Tick clock a sick daze in time,
a senseless silent song, having no rhyme,
misperceptions giving directions,
trapped in a cryptic mindful maze,
thoughts in different mindful waves and ways.
Where now tomorrow,
how what to follow,
battling a hidden sickness,
Mental Illness
Categories:
misperceptions, caregiving, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
Angels observe our unfolding galaxy
Seemingly eternal to the human mind
Misperceptions they are superior in nature
For them like a temporary blink of a firefly
Their understanding of the prison we have created
And our ‘reality’ submerged in the limits of linear time
They whisper sweet reminders that we will transcend
Like star-blazing Easter eggs for a child to find
They navigate these unfamiliar perceptions
Like the first humans with the concept of flight
As prisoners who for a lifetime restrained
Then suddenly will themselves into the newest heights
And now I ask the assistance of our angelic brothers
Though I hope this isn’t construed as a prayer
This stirring I feel as I struggle to open my eyes
Please hasten my awakening of ‘aware’
Like a scientist observing a Petri dish
Watching with the most patient hopefulness
And when the angelic feel we are ready for more
A new idea enters our group consciousness
As an electric tidal wave surging from circuit to circuit
Dispelling our illusion like an illuminating flicker in the dark
The shackles around our minds are coming undone
As they lovingly remind us who we really are
Categories:
misperceptions, inspirationaleaster,
Form:
If we are not,
is this always the opposite of
when we are?
If we are negative,
is this sometimes appositionally
in creative tension with
when we are becoming more positive?
If we are a noticed absence
is this sometimes appositional
to we are not yet fully perceived?
And is this more oppositional
when we are an unnoticed absence?
Defying hostile misperceptions
we need never become known
appreciated
positively regarded
Or a newly observed absence
merely appositional lack of connecting
integrity waiting curiously aware
we are not yet seen
known
regarded
appreciated
cherished
And yet,
or not
still surviving
where and when
we once together thrived
Or still reviving
why
now and then
Earth once healthy thrived
wealth of positively co-relating
co-empathic
co-regarding not retributively just me
as also animatedly spirited
more positively
restoring restorying eco-we
multiculturally natural outside
multigenerational history
of inside trauma
and outside therapy
If I am not
merely the opposite
of who we are becoming
together
more than appositionally apart
Reconnecting egos
oppositionally
defiantly unhealthy
unwealthy
indigenously unwise
anthro-supremacist upstarts
and elder tarts
cuz I can't say old -arts
Here and now
pestering parents
and teachers,
nurses
and preachers:
If we are not feeling
physically sick,
is this merely the EarthTribal opposite
of when Others are thinking
spiritually ill?
Plotting, may not be planning
designing, may not be re-creating
maligning, feels unaligned
threatening, couldn't be encouraging
aggressing, feels spectacularly unkind
regressing, not impressive
dissociating, cause for not reassociating
divesting, feels like lack of co-investment
excommunicating, simply not communicating
colonizing, sounds like a malignant tumor rumor
punishing, seldom is rewarded with compassion
traumatizing, encourages self-stigmatizing
marginalizing, chronic traumatizing
terrorizing, critical drama events
Wandering uneased
wondering if we are anthro-healthy
inside,
is this ever the diseased opposite of
when we are feeling EarthTribe eased
outside?
Categories:
misperceptions, culture, health, integrity, peace,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
The rich green leaves of Summer die in Autumn
like a love that is no more
both defenseless to the currents of change
tumbling toward an unfamiliar stream
flowing out of a sea
where yesterdays have already passed
carrying dusted memories, entwined by the twist of life
where wishes are hidden with lost stars
of memorialized misperceptions
having come and gone like vanishing time
when the shivering swathe arrived
taking both the leaves and love
on a hopeless journey to non-existence
when emotionless worlds acquired their life-blood
causing my eyes to flow with streams
out of a sea of sadness
Categories:
misperceptions, life,
Form:
Free verse
the personification hurts the reasoning of an untrained apophenic
cacography ensues as the computer throws a spell check wobbly
the poet scribes on because everything is not what it seems to be
clouds become animals spirits aspirations and nebulous signs
and I am the object and subject of mind altering misperceptions
sometimes ‘a cigar’ is just a cigar and ‘this is not a pipe’ dream
subconscious delusion offer a palatable way out of shackles
an unmade bed becomes an expensive desirable piece of crap art
the urinal in the museum flushes waste and reality down the drain
and yet one has to craft understanding and narrate viable stories
paraedolia is such an enchanting word as are paradox connections
apophenia rules when the truth is too painful to face in real time
the scribe employs license and unlicensed paradigms for his work
Exupery’s elephant swallowed by a boa constrictor rightly refuses
to become a hat which is such a bigoted symbol of bourgeoisie
emotions flow swiftly and guide mere rational thoughts into retreat
harmonize what will so often remain unbalanced and superfluous
when depression dances with mania around a moldy berry bush
a solution presents itself in acceptance surrender and growth
just as useful is to see the world through an innocent child’s lens
a kaleidoscope needs no interpretation and mirages are divine
witches zoom on broomsticks under guise of cleaning brigades
clairvoyants offer an unadulterated future becoming of mature age
if only the wars of all nations were fireworks only praising the night
yet in trial error and tribulations a skillful magician soothes my soul
26th July 2020
Categories:
misperceptions, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
he liked it black and white with no greys in between
even when cracks appeared so strikingly evident
strictly speaking he preferred pink purple and orange
yet when life gave him lemons the brush would not work
the more he stroked and tarred over ruptures and fractures
uncertainty became elusive and poignantly concise
quite the opposite of what he had bargained for with all
the power delusion distraction insecure fear and despair
he knew that the writing was on the wall and yet
the language was foreign complex and would not reveal
meaning message beauty connotation and guidance
as he was blocked into silence depression resentments
all this had been the relentless story of his life and he
could not bear it any longer seemed to have lost all control
a rational mind portrayed it as the gift of desperation
a way forward towards healing perspective and peace
it was difficult to will positive emotions into effect
matters did not fall into balance but skewed misperceptions
what remained was hope rather than mere expectations
and he carried his burdens into an unpredictable but promising future
Categories:
misperceptions, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
it was her normal state of affairs
she smelled the cacophony of blindness
touched an overflow of drought
listened to audible brightness
tasted a crescendo of palpations
until she was so out of tune
with everyone else’s senses
that fragmented perception was joined
her friend uncovered shrieking silence
saw lush tastes in his mind
heard prisms of lightning
touched fragrances in his ears
felt anaesthetic pain an
tuned in to her ‘misperceptions’
together they would conquer
shadows mirages crescendos
refrains of a common chorus
combined healthy madness
illusions delusions
and untold stories of
tranquil unrest
stagnant motion
anosmia’s scents
hysterical blindness
unspeakable conversations
serious laughter
mosaics of beauty
squared circles
and ellipsoid parallels
when they mixed their blood
a tattoo went up into smoke
only to ascend a slope
of two rocks growing moss
with Sisyphus in reverse
the label of ‘other’
vanished into open closure
periphery became their bi-polar centre
surreal distortion gathered clear contours
and the silhouette of bedlam
granted them freedom
beyond any restrictions
she felt his voice
saw his speech
listened to his aura
while he smelt the touch
of her skin before they
made love once more
in total composure
and ecstatic foundations
upright they fell into each other’s arms
knowing that neuro-diverse means special
and gifted was a fine quality to share
10th September 2021
Categories:
misperceptions, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
John 1:14
And when you condescend to contemplate
the message that has been received, the very
Word of God, who, in order to relate,
became an empty version of Himself,
flesh fused with the divine, the incarnate,
and when you scoff at fairy tales that God
dwelt on high but chose to condescend,
among your chief objections known to
us, that these are myths best left at childhood’s end…
and having been exactly where you are,
we sympathize, once shared your unbelief,
have walked the roads you walk, or ones akin,
seen life come crashing down in pain and grief,
His seeming absence, time and yet again,
glory withheld, providing no relief.
Glory bestowed upon ourselves kept Him far off,
as did our misperceptions of our need,
of our supposed good weighed on a scale,
the god of merit surely sees indeed!
Only stop a moment and consider that the
Son did satisfy your penalty for sin decreed.
From hands and feet and side, his love poured out;
the precious drops were spilled on your behalf.
Father, tearful, pouring out His wrath,
full weight of sin falling instead on Him.
Of what are we to make of sacrificial love?
Grace thus given overwhelms the mind
and in the end, our hearts are put at rest;
Truth comes down in lowly form, His wayward sheep to find.
Categories:
misperceptions, gospel,
Form:
Other
If at some point
This made any sense to me
I'd be all ears
Promises I'd keep
To admit the misperceptions
Of my vanity
And my guide would watch me
Give reasons for me to keep moving
Forward on the lit path
Anger standing in my way
We would part like Moses and the Red Sea
And walk through it in balance
And if I think I have this right
To see a light at the end of the tunnel
Is to focus on nothing else
Categories:
misperceptions, confusion, depression, faithme,
Form:
Free verse
I never thought about being here,
Merely as an option.
To someone, I can’t adore
But also to the one I can’t bestow.
These waves of misperceptions,
Creates a sense of insecurity,
As I juggle myself back and forth.
Those hearty chapters now come to an end.
My broken pieces are craving to be restored,
But your hammer of rejection,
Knocks me down as I try to heal.
The turmoil within me has become unbearable,
Breaking me through.
Categories:
misperceptions, conflict, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
Eyes in a half-opened gaze
Catching their breath after hacking up sea water
Reflections of the sun bouncing as they bob
'To sing' clearly defined next to my name
I embodied melodic movements and spoke in song
I hypnotized people with my garden of a heart
Each vine enveloping them in rhythmic laughter
Eventually you trapped me in this stony place
Moss hiding secrets of truth and misperceptions
I slip every time my pruney soles try to climb out
As my body skids, I can hear the garden's song
It's song sends me back to before I was conscious
Maybe that little girl is still here
I know my family still holds onto her memory
She teases them through a song, a joke, a story
And they become convinced she has returned
Picking warm cherry tomatoes, saving dying worms
Performing monologues without an audience
For a moment, I am in the heart of the garden
Eventually, it begins to drizzle and I slip
I trip over the vines that once carried me
And, once again, I am washed back to the stony place
Categories:
misperceptions, analogy, anxiety, depression, youth,
Form:
Free verse