Best Misrepresented Poems
I began life as a gorilla – cumbersome and chunky.
I clunked my way into situations, abrasive and loud.
I also misrepresented and misspoke.
Rapidly became misunderstood and ostracized.
Life was not working...
So I transmogrified myself into a butterfly.
Flitting from place to place, not staying long enough for enemies.
Keeping myself safely out harm’s way
Keeping my emotions inside where they began exploding
So I blew up and had to reinvent myself....
Now I am a lively, happy mountain goat.
I butt people who annoy me.
Defriending them right and left on social media.
A warrior woman mountain goat.
Living my truth, my way.
Pleased to meet you!
Looking at his house
He sees nothing special
A pile of wood and sheetrock
Bigger than others
But he owes more than it’s worth
His house is underwater
A term he doesn’t understand
In real speak the house belongs to the Bank
To the brokers and the lawyers.
Wanting a piece of the American dream
He misrepresented himself
Taking crumbs from the table
So to speak
Fudging a number here
Adding a zero there
The smart money said it was alright
Don’t worry they told him
Everybody’s doing it.
He and his wife were barely making it
Hoping just to hang in there
Things would get better
They kept telling themselves
But it was too good to be true
The economy went south
Things went wrong
Lost a job
The bills piled up
He and the wife stopped talking
Broke, he feels pushed aside.
There are two sides to every lie
And in this one
There’s a bill somewhere
That’s long overdue
And so my friend
It will have to be paid by me and you.
Frightened By the Polls
As frightened as a wolverine in a man-made metal trap,
The politician crawled out from under his rock.
Afraid, after his voting record was revealed,
He avoided facing his constituency and their votes.
Never had he seen such scathing, waving, hating arms.
A people’s representative turned belly-up.
One Senator, a rejected self-server, voted out!
His crown fell into the black mire.
Peaceful realms of his mind were jolted.
The plaza of his heart unfettered.
Sorrowfully, for him, self-serving statutes were stifled.
Laughing loudly his bloodthirsty opponents celebrated.
Their fun was short lived.
They, too, were soon hung out to dry on the pole, at the polls.
Because they failed to honor the value of our forefather’s demands,
Because they had misrepresented their voters again and again,
Because Americans stood tall and took Freedom’s stand,
They voted out self-servers and voted in honest men.
An entirely new era in Washington began.
The continuation of freedoms as our ancestors planned.
Constitutional guarantees for freedom were revived.
Soon, sunshine shone its smiling face upon ordinary people.
Society reclaimed her power.
Love, tolerance, respect, and individuality thrived.
God bless America.
Poetic vehicles used: alliteration, assonance, metaphor, parallelism, personification, rhyme, satire, simile,
synecdoche, and metonymy. Written for Deborah's contest, but it's the wrong form. Oops. Thanks for the lessons, Deb. SMILES.
© August 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
Ya call yerself Rose
But ya actually Vie
I'm left here ponderin
Wonderin why
Sure ya pretty
Rose suits ya fine
Complexity like wine
There's some fella
I'm sure ya left behind
Him a seven and you a nine
Yet I look
I ain't see no thorns
Even though petals of splendor adorn
A sweet child
Canadian born
Who looks like a flower
In a field of corn
So you see
I'm here ta dis
I tink ya
A misrepresented flower miss
Or perhaps I mistaken
Ya might be a Mrs.
All I know
Is ya go around
givin hugs and kisses
In the end
I m a witness
Maybe it's none a ma business
It may just be ma inquisitiveness
Are ya sure
Ya not a Violet
Or tink perhaps
ya a disguised
"Stone Cold Pilot"
Pretty with piercing eyes
And glamorous highlights
Writing rhymes in fluorescent red tights!
Keepin fellas up at night
I'm tellin ya
Dat aint right
Yer star
Otta sight
It's just way ta bright!
Getting in on the slam fun, dedicated to Rose!
Brotherhood of Hope
Brown shirts soil the streets in incremental aspirations
Exclaim ‘we are the truth’ and nothing but the certitude
No doubts remain where torches shine and voices roar
Eclipsed humanity suffocated embrace disintegration
Accelerate the tempo to tunes and steps of marching
Terror deception propaganda manipulated fulcrum of
History forgotten misrepresented with a bunch of lies
Totalitarian power of supremacy religious dogma
Heritage of ‘Othering’ discrimination greed in
Ever changing guise of ministries of ‘truth’ depicts
Lest we forget the lessons of the past the shady
Incineration of freedom unadulterated thoughts
'Egalite fraternite liberte' diversity and human beauty
Suffocated evolves from underneath the rabble
Heteronormativity exposed domination condemned
Obliteration revealed and when resistance yields the
Power to strip brown fascist fancy dress of evil and
Entertain defiance there is hope beneath the lies
15th February 2017
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
You are my reflection
My smile in the morning
If I don't breath you don't exist
You are my reflection
You make way when darkness paves my life
You are my reflection
When tears and sorrows collide against me
You are that I need to survive
You are my reflection
When life seems so vague
You make me remember who I am
There's no other way to communicate
If I don't call you by your name I have misrepresented
You are a constant reminder of why I'm here
You are my reflection
You are my serious portrait
You are my weapon against enemies
I have no doubt
You are my reflection
You calm my heart is times of trouble
With you I have no boundaries
You are my reflection
When the sun sets you light my path
Making the impossible seem possible
Warped and twisted,
Spinning inside
Colors close and they open
Like a drunken slumber’s eyes
Mismatching patterns
Correlating with signs
Jumbled, rustled, falling
Like leaves in autumn time
Hoping to pick something up
Each time I rise
Veins explode from fingertips
Like a possessive ride
Exhilaration expanded
Dilating pupils surmise
Inferring differences
With an indifferent pride
Seducing snakes like a game
Smoke drawn from lips
Red blood poured from a soul
With liquid, no grips
Like sand through ones hand
Wind moves like hips
Twisting, turning, like figure eights
For each height, a new dip
Honey melting
Like sugar cubes in a bath
Resurrecting promises
I look back and I laugh
Parodies sing
A melodious wrath
Distortion misrepresented
It could represent the past
Always looking back
Wronged remembered
Nothing can cut
What’s already dismembered
Playing tag with mice
Crackling like a fire’s ember
Cackling like a witches laugh
A now silenced endeavor
Like chutes and latter’s
I don’t know when to climb or slide
A dragon attacks like demons
A devil’s surprise
Giving out what I don’t want
Subconscious cries
For a tortured soul
A depth beyond evil eyes.
Attention! Identity crisis! Who am I? Who on earth would want to be me? And why?
Absolutely no one could be me better than me.
Several years ago, I attempted to file my taxes.
I usually file for an extension in April and wait. So as usual, it was mid October when I filed.
Little did I know that I would face a rude awakening when the IRS informed me that my taxes were already filed.
Of course I had not filed my taxes, but someone else did so. Somehow, someway, someone had taken on my identity, and
for six months, I was none the wiser of being misrepresented. Someone boldly attempted to become me and suceeded.
The thief who sought to rob me of a refund must have been sadly disappointed when he discovered that this tax payer had no refund due.
The IRS coached and restored me back to the person I knew myself to be. Hearing of so many stolen identities with devastating results, comparatively, I was blessed and fortunate.
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A HOUSE DIVIDED
What right do you have to tell someone
Else how to use their bodies like they should
You don’t run their life and they not yours
How they meet their mistakes
Is their own decision, to do as they should
Just because you hold up a book
Written so long ago you believe
the words of ancient hate…
you still have not the right
to tell me how to think
How out to date, out of context,
used without understanding
A text you can’t comprehend
only misread, misrepresented
A book you claim appoints you to say
This is what you should do
and this what you should believe
A false narrative in the ugliest
of thoughts, deeds
How misguided, how blind,
now corrupt and so naive
This is not that, not all the words
were meant to be used as you see
If you are not meant say, then don’t,
it will set you free,
It is your hypocrisy, your disease
To love and to be love,
as that is the New Covenant
Not the blasphemy of this
the current government
What gives you
the right to tell someone
Else what to do
Yes, life is precious
Life is glorious
A Secret, none are
born Holy N Perfected
But this is the
real world, the world
Of life in flesh and blood
not archaic stories
Or bullet points to approve
a false Armageddon
This is the real world,
keep your high thoughts to yourself
Let a man or woman,
be a person who decides what they should be
All by themself, if they are ready
to reap the rewards or oblivion
Let them decide with love and caring
from those around them
To make the correct decision
Do not judge
Or yet ye be judged
Mistakes are made
We’re all human
We know it is up to that person to define
What they need to do
Or which way to go
If you want to do the thing that is right
Support them with all your might
They may be inspired
by what you feel is correct
Done in their best interest
to give them
All there is. ...is respect
What right do you have
to tell someone
Else how to use their
bodies like they should
You don’t run their life
they not yours
How they meet their mistakes
Is their own decision,
to do as they should
Only they alone will stand in judgment…
Someday!
Your loyalty to christ jesus
is costly at most times
A firm stance in christ jesus;
Brace for violent persecution.
Now remember,Christ Jesus paid
a ransom for you
The priceless ransom
is your advantage,
Be true to principle.
But there`s ridicule,loss of friends
and career opportunities,
Your reputation ruined
and misrepresented.
Fiery attack from false brethren!
chipepo lwele
Special dedication to mapalo chipepo
A white Santa showed a child the skin tone of the top brass
A white doll to an innocent black girl contrasts ugliness
A white wedding was beauty redefined as a cloak on a lass
A white Jesus, before we repented, repainted righteousness
A white collar is how we elevated and segregated a social class
A white angel flew from heaven and misrepresented its race
A black me is fighting a mind conditioned to be last
A black me is sometimes a victim of an innocence of whiteness
It was never pronounced that MLK or Ludwig Guttmann were thinkers,
Because prime movers are interactive, preoccupied with their cause;
Societal progress is wrought through effort, division and conflict,
Because progress has its beginnings only secured and settled by legal clause.
Jesus was a social reformer, by life and deed and philosophy,
Who waged that the many should have a doctor, not only the rich;
He healed in the name of love, with intellect as his engine,
And his unjust death sufficed for future generation’s mention.
Love is at the centre of Christianity in Jesus acts of mercy,
It is this historical story that has been trampolined by divinity;
The heart of Jesus is misrepresented for cultural standards mandatory,
Equality of right was bid as medicine’s saleability, not selectivity.
The gym was decorated:
crepe draped and glittery.
Disquietude was partner
as I stood against the wall,
misrepresented hunger gnawing at my soul
and a misunderstood thirst.
The electric strumming died,
so the vehemence of a heart-throbbing
perpetual drum solo
and snare’s
shimmering effervescence
could ripple, rumble and shoot
as lightning through the air,
no reverence for my ears,
nor veneration for years.
Then he
stepped into the emptiness
of the full room,
alone,
a late arrival, early,
anticipated.
I heard my heart’s solo drumming
on my ribs resonating
until my misconstrued hunger and thirst turned keen
and translated
to amorousness.
My teen heart flamed.
Fervidness was defined.
And all music forever changed
its tune.
Feb. 9, 2019
Free Verse On Love- 10 Words- Pick A Prize Poetry Contest, Lu Loo