Best Misplacement Poems
"Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
that we get em confused
the resident evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
foolin' ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
by not bein ourself
We can`t babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can`t get our meat
while we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
look at the picture that`s painted
tainted as the mind who`s blinded to the point
where Sodomites get all the rights
we fall for fights with fisticuffs
get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
and recognize this mind on the reality of horror
known as mankind
Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
A righteous number of righteous men
even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
the Devil says the end is the beginning
they teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
stand with us and don`t look back upon it
just face this mind state
Otherwise Babylon..."
~this is to get Ruben Bailey's WuRdz to a new audience. a true STREET POET, Soothsayer
Categories:
misplacement, africa, america, animal, corruption,
Form:
Lyric
Created a little ditty about hypocrites and
double standards, racists with drawing boards.
Media dinners with dubious
double meaning placards.
The Spade of hearts.
The Jack of Swords.
An adversity of diversity,
assorted stuff for their hating,
tarot cards,
racial fits in the music awards,
and a grammy for
"sex in the city."
Man who is that dude on the Grammy, Satan?
Jean Luc Picard with Baphomet itties?
Idols for idols, adverts with priority
misplacement, Universal standard.
Mesmerized tazement,
enter lame-ment.
Amazement for sheep enslavement under
black candles.
As the hypnotizing blow is more than
a psyops experiment.
But here we go,
gonna run at it hard while I vent-so.
Everyday I listen to the same old thing
Tune in to VH1 or Mtv, see what I mean
Only degradation gets attention, is it ADD?
No, they know the words, they are listening intently.
With a mother****** this and a dead *****dat. Posthumously-
Gangland in the home with a baseball bat.
Un-Just like liberal Congress across the nativity scene.
Is it positive reinforcement?
Or New World Laws Enforcement.
Fasting for lent?
Come get your sisting y'all.
Come and get bent!
In genre hostage making,
30 year experiment?
Yo Mtv raps, yeah I get it
(about murder $$y & pot leaf sense)
I guess when the airwaves got a monopoly
from the Lord of the Air and GoogleBerg
Hall Monitors.
Not the Right, but the wrong
afraid of debate, running away, running with impunity, running with devil- the PMRC, the CDC ,FCC,
FEMA and Columbia University.
Now you want to talk about Satan,
check the connection between Crowley and JayZ.
On how you get chicks for free
and money for nothin, nothin but devil worshipping,
special sales from wolves making sheep
clothing and accessories.
Accessories to many of the things you see.
Categories:
misplacement, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
After giving his Pershing eyes
Walking in the shade of heaven's dream lights the mans spirit
He had freed himself from selfishness and unspeakable lust for his
misplacement
In his bold even fold
he quietly spends his morning alone far-shed along side a blaze
The dawns word seek no end
I blindly hear the worlds forsaken melody
This unbeaten whisper has felt the true coming of the lord
he shared his kindness with all everywhere he has passed
With deeds opening his doors one bye one to the meaning of his life's
presentation
how proudly he sits with a forashing tongue
I silently whisper too his soft kindling horayed recursion
That slips away from his a life's bound
As i listen to this man i winsh my strenght to re coincide
my own
I have talk many times with this blind walking man
We have shared much fun inside we found joy and laughter
Many times we have shared understanding
We have stood for what is not yet be seen
Together we have surpassed the the suffering of our lives
Now and today its time to carry on
With my unspoken words i stagger alone
Through the empty in loneliness i thrive for the redargan of it's memory
To remind me of my aventing heart
It was a time spent in the most common of my sence
I was inter-sized by your pleased smileing prolongment
you were the greats man that i ever new
i have lived for the righteous stand that with rise the mornings fair and titled
soundless voice
when the evenings glow the darkness shows
conquering the mornings even flow
I clearly remember what u said before we parted my friend
for the stands mark ends the meaningless purpose
Categories:
misplacement, faith, friendship, visionary, time,
Form:
Ballad
KITH
I have told you who l am numerous times. But you just took me for a regular creature, all of you have failed the test of recognition; I am not all human, yet it is just the human side of me catching up to my lost soul;
My Spirit has preceded me in space, time and perception.
My daughter left me because she was my Mother:
My Kith no longer recognizes me because my
thought patterns were antagonized by the misplacement of its pattern.
My Original Kith has fallen into the depths of the human experience.
This time I came to sort out those things that held us back -
Those things that prevented you from knowing me.
I am not yet with the universal creator; Nor am I yet with total God mind -
I am only privileged to be as an interpreter of what I've experienced.
Those foul and unclean thoughts and deeds that kept me defiled will serve to enlighten so that you do not have to experience them, I have been made pure and wise, now able to rise.
I have been exalted to the Mother-Dome.
I come seeking those who want to know my reason for being, to let them experience life through my eyes.
Realization of my extraordinary existence came during a bout with celibacy when a zephyr came through my window and seductively filled me with awesome bliss.
It was then I understood the magnitude of my sex appeal that somehow,
I had always rejected.
Wanted only to be loved for merely being born.
People trying to get inside of me or as close as they could get infringingly,
they wanted to be a power over me or sup from my body or somehow.
Impregnate me with their own will.
Though as an Eagle, or a Sphinx, Oft' times I must cluck,
for they certainly do not understand my language -
"I am not just by happenstance" –
"I have happened to you" !.
I ‘vied lived to pay my debt to you. Yet, if you do not make it … in this sphere
I will call to you, and you will arise from the cinders in stages.
All who experience me as their "Mother" will hear my call - And while the earth burns and the Water dwindles; As the oxygen becomes toxic; I cannot develop gills again …
Yet, instill, I’m here for you, and all who follow my mind leaps shall come with me to new heights, and a new beginning… I cannot keep clucking around on the ground, it’s time for conscious spirits to rise and soar while speaking the language of our kith.
Categories:
misplacement, encouraging, inspiration, spiritual,
Form:
Blank verse
My keys are missing
and I find myself dissing
my ability to function
daily without mention
of my constant misplacement
of things I need-so I vent
in the form of a rhyme
that soothes me every time
Categories:
misplacement, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
It is an organised disarrangement
Quite arranged in a disarray
Prepared to confuse you
For you to right the confusion.
It is a thoughtful arrangment
For you to think very well about
Any misplacement you do
Gives it a wrong placement.
The answer is always there
But it takes your deep thoughts
Wrong answer complicates the setting
Yet only a correct step away.
Look difficult when lightly assessed
Could take your whole time solving
Yet easy with a deep thought approach
Taken less than no time solving.
It is an activity for sharp minds
Tasking the store of knowledge
Who look for the connecting piece
That makes the puzzle a clarity.
Categories:
misplacement, art, confusion, dedication, education,
Form:
Lyric
Don't wish for the moon
because that is shared too
Then what do I wish?
I can't wish for liberty
because I already have it
In case you didn't know
God died for you - His son
Can't wish for justice
because justice is what is within us
Can't wish for the stars
because I can see the stars in your eyes
Can't wish for the medieval
because I am in the midst of it
God made the stripes, the blood
to ink on His back
So we can enjoy this day - today
We are so busy with our misfortunes
that we forgot He already created our fortune
There is no misdirection, mismanagement, misplacement on His part
We are where we are supposed to be
So rejoice and keep our eyes on God
Can't wish for the sun, the moon
But you can wish for - me
Haha
That is going to be a long time coming
As I take a long time
I don't give in easily
Now what is that did you say?
Say it again
Run by me
Let me think about it
How about tomorrow?
In your dream lol
Categories:
misplacement, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Is there anything of
unappreciated significance
that is used more than I ?
I've got to be the "where's waldo"
of precocious punctuation!
piled atop baby j's and baby i's
balanced under interrogatory swirls ?
and exclamatory lines !
and others of my kind : ; !
Also, laid down with more of the same ...
Accountants and mathematicians
have rued my misplacement,
yet though I'm remarkably plain,
the simple truth is, when I say it's done,
it's done......PERIOD!
Categories:
misplacement, language,
Form:
Free verse
SCISSORS SEARCHING
gift wrapping
frustration
essential tool
misplacement
from previous
location
everyone pleads
innocence
apathetic reply
maddening
time wasted
exploring
Scissors Searching Exasperation !
©September 2013—Kim van Breda
Categories:
misplacement, irony, stress,
Form:
Free verse
CAMPAIGN
Ngalia! ngalia! ngalia! again
Today with an imploring tone
"Barabara nimeunda choo nimechimba"
Stomach above the brain underneath
This time on luxurious Benz
For real no sincere tearing dance
Your vote a contra s' rampant.
I pray your votes ndugu z'nguni
your fellow hustler I deserve
To discharge the mandatory reserve
Even the LORD attests above
"kama sisi ma-hustler."
Time to piss you say on the dynasty
But how the way hustler ngalia looks-
lugubrious pompous and well to do
"Kama kweli dunia mviringoooo"
What the unequal edge-
In the equal round about?
Call the spoon among yourselves
Not a small spade in our shelf
The spady dynasty for fearing
The confronting castration anxiety
And the wailing wrath crocotearing
Moves in birds of a feathery.
Flock together pregnant mums
Whenever hot for deliveries
For dad mum differ in terms
Matter occupy space but here
"Ninadhani kuna utofauti ukila na"
votes looking like dog sniffer
So Ngalia ngalia ngalias
choose the legitimate audience
Within the jurisdiction bounds
Lest the misplacement of bonds
may haunt the taunting booboos
A voter's prey listen Ngalia
Warn' in the humblest expedience
Be the same at word spit as you
could swallow in the most guarded-
Chamber my money offered.
Categories:
misplacement, abuse, africa, appreciation, art,
Form:
Didactic
I put up the barriers and molded the Great White Stone.
I searched all written doctrines that embodied my light.
It was a remarkable journey let me tell you of my flight.
I even went through DNA of every strand of every bone.
I matched all the genetic linage to kind energies ingrown.
It was like an open door after door where all turns bright.
The misplacement that followed is truly way out of sight.
Seeing it all made me search my truth and I wasn’t alone.
I felt like I am the only one.
There was just me to believe.
There was too much undone.
More than humans conceive.
This was an origin unknown and not of this world.
This is timeless intelligence appropriately swirled.
Categories:
misplacement, adventure, allegory, history, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
Like water under the bridge
Or like water over the dam
Let's put our discord in the fridge
Broken an arm I'm not who I think I am
While opening the Midas door
Expecting to get a Midas touch
I toured where angels won't explore
And got crushed by an unknown clutch
If I'd listened to you I won't have been taken aback
Not minding the high pressured situation
By now I would have been patting your back
Sadly I've gone through pollution
Unfortunanely what is done is done
And the adventure had no good affects
Having dysregulated my emotion
For Midas effect I've lived in regrets
Alas, with the only man in me I've come to seek a fresh start
The adventure that ought to toot my horn
Has proven to be a misplacement of an oxcart
So let bygone be bygone and once again be my only companion.
Categories:
misplacement, 7th grade, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Mankind is so cold, they're Sinners they're liars oh! God
Why does it snow in April
The evil transgresses, surpasses and the hordes of lies
Are in the air misconception that the wrong directions
As will is destroyed in the atmosphere
Spreading evils cold condensation
Hatred love misplacement
As the Angels gather together
They're shaking in their wings
As they're crying snow comes from their tears
Why are they so hurt man's delusions
He's evil but he has a choice
To refuse the demons rebuke their voice
As the Angels gather near
They are crying ice for Tears
O' help them Lord to dry their eyes!
4/6/20
James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
misplacement, analogy, angel, assonance, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
"Then their child running a while why misplacement noticed ran into grandma coffee table forecast both ashtray in the race better run and bite that tongue ??
Steve chillin in the refrigerator eating all the sweet potatoes Billy's on the chair in the cookie jar while Kathy still in the bathroom doing her hair in the race with discipline some of y'all ain't right so you better run and bite that tongue
Linda got a mouth on her makes others feel uncomfortable she trashed her trash mouth her vulgar words she do spew out some of the words she cannot spell she rips and runs she speaks death not life oh well this is the chosen free will You Better Run and bite that tongue
So don't get to relax don't feel like it grown don't speak to anyone uncouth stay polite when you belong because one day someone's going to tug or pull out your righteous tongue before then you spit out spit up stand up be righteous because in your disobedience
Whale and will call be still don't fall
you better run and bite that tongue"
6/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Categories:
misplacement, adventure, allusion, celebration, children,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue