Best Mistakenly Poems

O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres...

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As a child, I mistakenly believed that older people chose to have stiff backs, wrinkles on their faces, and veins like small, fat snakes on...

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I love my broken English

Am in love with my broken English

Am honored to have two other languages

The ability to think from language to language is...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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HIV Positive

I am HIV positive that I know,
But I will exercise my civic right,
As my blood continues to flow,
For my views to be heard I...

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Atmospheric perspective such a common ruse
You know way off in the distance a mirage of blue
Nitrogen and oxygen meet wavelengths above
A sky gathering that becomes...

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Origin of Christianity

(If you don't like religious writes don't read on)

It may surprise some that Jesus was born a Jew, his parents Joseph and Mary...

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Her childhood indelible painted upon her brain. She can still see the knife in her stepfather’s hand and her screaming mother pinned to the bed...

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my sanity seems to unravel

like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day

I keep tripping on in the mud

but when I go to tie them

I find myself...

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”Be still and know we are as He
Vibrant presence, blissful and free”

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Mistakenly believing
We are this body-mind
We remain in grip of ego’s bind
Until from void, clear...

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She had everything taken away from her
Then they stripped her of her pride
She lost her friends when most in need
No one stood by her side
Her...

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Many a hunger goes unfed.
Some adjust and live with it,
finding satisfaction in suitable activities.
Others push that hunger down, deeper and deeper,
filling the empty hole inside...

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Mischief shaped like a slender solitary mademoiselle

Tantalizing my carnal calibration towards indecency

Cloaked as the city of truth 
Anointing me to serve as her gatekeeper 

In...

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The sun shines brightly every day
On each colourful autumn morning
Who are we to dispute this simple equation
For what we observe in our daily life
In this...

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in...

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