Best Misrepresentation Poems
Are you who you say you are
Or is it just a ruse
Who are our leaders
In literal abuse?
In a competitive world
As we share our work
Do we waste our time
In this murky quirk
There are angels and demons
Who hide among us
They stand by our shoulders
Their front, as they discuss us
Is it deliberation
They read us by chance
Or misrepresentation
They just give us a glance
Questions need answers
Reads need to be right
Equality breeds parity
It's either black or white
In the beginning there was salt
And it was good and tasty and dry
Anyway it was hot outside
Mouths became parched and thirsty
Later came fish then amphibians
Dinosaurs and birds began to fly
Without a pilot's license or any training
People followed later with a thirst for more
They invented pretzels that came with salt
They drank beer to quench their thirst
They drink it here on Earth because
In heaven there ain't no beer
That is why we drink it here
Authors note: Genesis - not to be confused with Guinness.
The author apologies for the line, “In heaven there ain't no beer that is why we drink it here.” He regrets it because it is goofy and clearly he is not the originator. He regrets it because he will get caught using it and because “ain't” is poor grammar and “ain't” ain't a word. He begs for your forgiveness for his seeming references to biblical beginnings found in the bible. God will certainly punish him for any misrepresentation of creation matters. He will surely relinquish his drinking privileges in heaven. (That includes beer. That is why the author will drink it here.)
The summer is here,
sweet songs come forth
maybe there are no more doors,
hopefully this is the night of nights....
Let no one kill their rainbows
although, the world tries
They're not sure of the slow death of time
never really letting it go...
Cast aside the master of misrepresentation
They cannot say with certainty
why love that form and always flies away
with the eagles of tomorrow that never stays...
It was just a patch of summer night
warmth upon their skin so sweet
as they lay next to the other
with flames forming through their minds..
Brooke
I once met a man of great integrity. He was timeless,
with no constraints, restrictions or illusions. He was to
be as seen, no distortions, with perceptual consistency,
without misrepresentation or delusion, guiltless, forthright,
sincere, candid, open, trusted, honorable, square, just,
upright, fair genuine, straightforward and frank. He really
was an all-round good guy. Funny though, for the life
of me, I just can't seem to remember his name...
MISREPRESENTATION
misrepresentation
defamation with
slanderous insight
modules of crash
courses in life’s
lessons brief
curt and
concise
“no one will ever love you like I do”
nobody ever did..
“being strong is holding back”
it’s ALWAYS about
letting go
“feelings are best contained”
emotions need to be felt
internal bleeding leaves
a deeper
heart welt
precarious this clarity
awakened by confusion
extensions of disparity
misrepresentations
never a solution
modules of crash
courses in life’s
lessons brief
curt and
concise
© Kim van Breda—19 July 2015
Family isn't all about feelings, but a bond of unconditional love, despite all the difference. And with all the hate, pride and resentment you show towards each other,you're still family,whether you like to admit or not.
I mean we all have our difference,that's obvious, but it shouldn't keep us from what Christmas is truly all about, which is about love and family? And not worrying who bought what for who,or what you didn't get or who said what to who. I mean who cares.
If you can't get over the nonsense, then how can you can say Merry Christmas to anyone, even family for that matter and hide hatred in your heart. Isn't that a double standard and misrepresentation of what Christmas is all about.?
And since you guys have been family your whole lives,you obviously know that nobody's perfect no matter what they say. ?You should always cherish all your family memories no matter how great or small.
So now your telling me that you are willing to throw it all way, over some disagreement that was said out of anger and frustration.
Your family, so you need to reflect on today and not the past. Which can never be changed no matter how you look at it.
So build towards the future and don't let your last family memory be over a disagreement.?
Always remember, the only winner in the argument is the actual argument itself.
"Poeta Nascitur Non Fit"
Hated decades ago
Accepted a decade ago
Glorified now
To the extent
of what we are horrified by
Painted tainted enlarged adjusted
Altered lessened sculpted tatted
A misrepresentation of our creative space
Now you are different if you are not
And the crowd screams, "Vive La Difference"!
As oath breakers call upon the Now
Learning lessons learned in the fog
To make the fog lace
We were under dressed anyway
And at odds with peace
Waiting for options
That are fail safe
Hic et nune...Hic et ubique
gardez la foi
Vox populi...Vox Dei
Gardez la foi
Or trouble will come
which will leave us asking
"Where did we go wrong?"
Quie'n Sabe?
Forgetting forgot to forget
what to forgive
and who not to
and so here we are
In a state of constant acceptance
consumed by society's need
to remain the same
in a constant state of change
Yet we are forewarned...
Not to be physically immoral
Not to be thieves
Not to be greedy
Not to be wrong
But we deceive ourselves
and submit
We disease ourselves
and admit it and live through it
and say, "it's right"
when we know it's wrong.
Do you remember
when we couldn't act
like what we weren't
Or be who we were not??
We play with destiny
and it's forbidden activity
like climbing a latter
with broken arms
Lean forward step light
Listen hard
It ain't even real to be real no more
so why try if you ain't
It ain't even real to be real no more
Now it's real to be fake.
Scarecrow
You'll find me
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches.
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be.
I look frozen in time,
mimicking Jesus
crucified on the cross,
but I swear I mean no disrespect,
you religious zealots!
Blame farmers and gardeners!
They make me look this way!
They live to humiliate me;
dressing me up like a ragamuffin,
stuffing straw inside my coveralls,
placing a dumb-looking hat
atop my head; you name it!
Yes, I know I look ridiculous.
I wish I'd put
my perennially outstretched arms down.
Don't be scared of me, kids,
I speak no evil
I don't speak at all,
and I do not harm anything
that breathes air
Yet you humans choose to avoid me
like the plague
but come Halloween,
you all love me for just a day!
Go figure.
Yeah, I see some of you
staring at me, chuckling;
whispering amongst yourselves
about me having no brain
in the "Wizard of Oz" movie.
In my defense,
It was a misrepresentation!
I don't speak, but I'm not that dumb!
I know how to do my thankless job
and do it well.
I scare off all the birds
that peck at newly cast
seeds of growing crops, don't I?
Not so brainless now, am I?
Date written: 05/15/2020
I looked into the mirror
HORROR- GROTESQUE!
And saw me looking back
GASP!
And quickly looked away.
Words alone, of all languages
in their many denominations
NONE of them describe
the sight of IT...me.
This would explain people’s reactions to me
Especially of late
The Nile with its mixture of dirt, water, corpses, blood from plague
Can not stand as representation
of the mixed turmoil of emotions that I have felt
The Hatred, Love, Pity, Self Hatred, Infatuation,
Depression, Resentment in all its forms
The shades, hues- colors of blood
that cover my face, hands, limbs and heart.
That I the epitome of pity, hate
and exceeding rejection should stand
to feel, to touch, to express-I am NOT worthy!
but it remains repressed
From blatant lies, deceit,
Misconception, misrepresentation
The need for self annihilation becomes more evident- resplendent
Oh, If only I could find a
Peace, a river, silence, serene
An escape from bitter, cold, rotting existence,
If only...If only...I had you...
not to boastfully brag
or to overly self-praise
but I gave, and I gave
my creative lyrics
the best and the worst
of my unhappy days
thinking to myself they will
never see the light of day
so I put pen to paper
and paper to my many dreams
and set out to explain to myself
the wonder of life's distinct existence
or life's complete ugly misses
but someone surreptitiously came along
with betrayal in mind
and gave the world all my hopes and penned dreams
that i didn't know how to share
but to simply misrepresent
in mass misrepresentation
must be ok if your a musical person
I sometimes wonder if that country singer
feels the pain of me
or the rapper knows he and she
took many of my dreams
so got a safe deposit box
and then the vulgar and profane
came in to view
the things that the musical world
would do
p.s. all in the name of jobs...
it takes more than just a singer to get the job of plagiarizing
Bitterness sufficiently in my soul
Lack of tolerance for ignorance, and ineptitude
Self-centered in nature uncovers hidden ulterior motives
A sad reality for the world
Lack of trust
Lack of Honesty
Lack of Genuine kindness
How do we survive?
Should we have faith when deception and misrepresentation are everywhere?
Can we overcome doubt and disbelief in the human race?
Without a glimmer of hopefulness
Who knows what the future will bring?
A symbol of vulnerability
with implausible durability;
master at misrepresentation,
a bolster of modernization.
Praised for its lucidity,
nowise for its amorphicity;
such is human disposition,
seldom beholding composition.
A motif of permanence,
marking time’s impermanence.
Encapsulating sand and time,
an hourglass, marking life’s chime.
Made to be admired,
Only to be called 'uninspired’.
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware;
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare.
Weened to be understood and known,
yet, only misunderstood and unknown;
for such is the mystery of glass,
unable to be deciphered in a single pass.
Shattered and broken oft,
only to be restored aloft,
never seeming to age;
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page.
Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation.
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation;
for it is important lessons that we learn,
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.
She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed to be disguised from inspection. Coming to terms with having absorbed and condensed too many of society’s norms and demands had seemingly been her duty and the prism of requests on her image of beauty had failed her inner Self. She drooled onto the spitting image of nothingness and the slobber ran down to the frame that upheld phlegm and contempt before it trickled down onto the baseless floor founded on hardcore delusion. Diet pills and dark shades had not relieved her from a succession of errors of reason and emotion and when she had blindfolded herself, the blinkers tore deep into her misrepresentation of surrender and cosmetic denial.
scanned in revulsion
vacant echoes burst the sight –
shards of glass splintered
So many fragments pierced into her eyes, that dry tears covered the pulverized viewing and heart-blood sprayed all over her soul. A point of no return, because if she failed to stem the flow and bandage the wounds, gangrene would set it soon and salving the lacerations would only speed up infection and purulent grime. The wall in front of her blurred out of proportion and there was nothing she could do about it other than retrieving bristles and paint from the storeroom and gloss over the shiny remnants of disrepair. And therefore, she entered into a journey of the unknown, drew rose petals and thorns onto broken canvas. Before she knew it, she decoupaged disintegration and fractures, glued a mosaic of imagination to mirror what should have been there in the first place. Sweat dripped from her forehead and smudged aquarelle shades which reassembled self-worth and confronted demons and abuse. An inner voice shouted, ‘all you need is a mantra to caption the artwork which you truly are.’ That is when she wrote her first poem and became free of doubts, oppression and cynical critique.
blame discredit reproach
failed to appease me in vain –
reflections can change
26th March 2021
Lying is a moral error towards Christian faith.
But seemingly, our world covets it.
“tis like a natural skill.
For sophisticated liars whose minds are frail.
Tactical deception, misrepresentation;
People lie to hide the obvious.
Liars fool anyone,
To let them live on cloak and dagger.
Lies flourish in the world, fuel the pain;
They create money,
They invite temporary ecstasy, war;
They’re now embedded in human evolution.
But do why we allow it?
Logic is our strength.
Yet, many have used it to delude others.
What happened to now and forever?
With each lie, it sickens us.
Yet, we use it.
Bodies angling to the music
The crazy angry melody pervading the air
With the night a perfect cover
All in a perfect misrepresentation of DaVinci's
brilliance.
I sat in the dark corner
Miserly sipping the cheap beer I was worth
My roving eyes scanning left to right;woman to
girl;buttocks to breasts
My silent lips praying for a prey.
I turned to leave
Cursing my luck for lack of luck
And there's she was like sheba
Her jezebel nails shone in the myriad of light
With her red hot lips tantalizing the rim of the
margarita glass
And her endowed frame screaming for help to get
out of her tiny dress
As I moved towards my kill
Armed with my trusting enchanting smile
And my brain overflowing with pickup lines
I said a coy hormone releasing hello
And I knew my night was made.