Best Misusing Poems
Written: December 13, 2023
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If the ocean's water
were used as writing ink for pens
to write down our words of praise
the ocean would eventually dry up
before it might be put in writing.
evil will triumph
if the righteous remain silent
Inner defect causes blindness
success depends on action
stand up and do what
you realize is right
raise exertion level
a smidgeon suffices
to allow notions of impetus
you can then sleep well
your pick is akin to lacerations
requires precise timing
curious but uncertain.
blind attrition is pointless.
reach for stars
obtain an aerial view of the world
wave farewell to the land
live easily a prospective granted by
you are misusing beauty
greet the passing clouds.
forsake worries and avert your gaze
fear is a foe you must overcome
soar high and be wise.
Insisting one might was well be dead
Feasting upon dark emotional words
This is how the young have been led
Magnetic this compass for the birds
Signal sent be that of infrared
Drawing them all in by the herds
This be part of their pseudoscience
By misusing the cognitive science
A n ABECEDARIAN poem could prove my most daunting undertaking
B othersome whispering in my ear were the likes of Frost, Fallon and Dickerson
C alling out to me incessantly by name
D id I not recognize the potion that was stirred would cause me to reject my name
E ncouraged only by the ink of my pen
F irst I must be preposterously patient
G liding my pen across the page, I invented a ELABORATE world of colorful words
H igh on top THE parallel UNIVERSE of poetry I began
I dentifying all difficulties essential to my cause
J ust to name a couple: the importance of using particular words and misusing others
K illing time instead of killing rhymes
L ine by line by line
M ighty is this feat which I have incurred
N ot nearly done I've stumbled upon a conundrum
O utstanding accomplishment, an actual 26 LETTERS
P oetry for me is at times quite perplexing
Q uizzing myself intelligently to respond compliantly
R esponsible to none other except my own verbs, adjectives etc.
S eriously, an insurmountable mother of all conundrums is all but solved
T otally harrowing journey to the MAXIMUM
U nder the disguise of cruel effort I EMERGED THE BETTER
V arious poets with magical discipline may have been even more successful than I
W ords have played a persistent and flirtatious game of trickery where I am the victor
X ray vision is fun to perceive but wouldn't have assisted me in this craft
Y ou can be certain I will probably never attempt this trial again
Z ealously the conclusion has mercifully arrived at my PLEADING
If you think the English language is easy to speak,
Perhaps you have a thing, or two, to learn.
You might say “axed” when you mean “asked”
When is it appropriate to say “dang,” “darn,” or “durn?”
“Advice” or “advise,” ”accept” or “except,” --a curse
Tempted to use “illicit” when you mean “elicit?”
Misusing “averse” when you mean “adverse?”
If you are not careful, you will completely botch it.
“Farther” and “further” are especially difficult:
One describes distance, the other quantity, or degree,
“Hanged” or “hung” present similar predicaments,
In both cases one word should do, but don’t “axe” me.
Who knew “ingenious” and “ingenuous” aren’t the same,
And few folks get “nauseous” and “nauseated” right.
Do you have “relatives” or “relations” or “relationships?”
If you want to quote an authority, do you use “site” or “cite”?
What is the difference between “already” and “all ready?”
Which one is correct “could care less” or “couldn’t care less?
Not to mention when you use “altogether” or “all together,”
Is it “there’s” “theirs,” “they’re”, its or it’s --what a mess!
“Continual” or “continuous,” and “fewer” or “less,”
“Conscience” and “conscious” lead some folks astray.
Are you “enthused” or “enthusiastic,” “infer” or “imply?
I hesitate to bring up the inevitable “can” or “may!”
So, “them” or “those” foreigners should learn "our tongue;"
It’ll make life simpler, “to,” “two” or “too,” for everyone.
“Who” or “whom?” -- please, let’s give these folks a break
Because English is not so easy, when all is said and done!
Downhill Skiing and Sledding
He had always found Hillary hard to face
Which is why Bernie runs all over the place
And he really never got to know her
Started sinking to depths that are lower.
Worse things ever he often had applied
Saying how Hillary was not qualified
She started crying and is now bawling
Bernie's platform needs some overhauling.
What to me I find to be the most amusing
Numbers he mishandles and is misusing
Started realizing he was not in the know
Saying forty score and seven years ago.
After read threw some history pages
That would have put us in the Dark Ages
He seems to be in and also way out far
And to his enlistment received a bar.
He never had passed the bar before
Hasn't figured out how to keep score
Can't downhill ski but is only sledding
Which is where he is always heading.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
(Dedicated to Pope John Paul 11)
Is Religion a symbol of unity?
Dedication for the welfare of mankind
A spirit of understanding
A respect for existence
An honour for leading the path
For awakening the human beings
A challenge for impurity
To protect equal opportunity
The explanation of Nature
And its system
And a power who runs it
Nobody can touch it
Nobody can see it
Nobody can hear it
But that can realise only
A passion of pain and Love
A spirit for dedication
To face the problems
To find out the solutions
To maintain a standard for living
To protect the ancestor’s progress
For liberty, integrity and fraternity
Religious spirit never cares for boundaries
Never cares for ruling dignity
A fight against misusing
The power of freedom
A barrier to stop cruelity
A barrier to control feelings
A barrier to nominate the respect for relations
A barrier to protect natural beauty
An encouragement to develop individuality
A technique for learning
A chapter of self reliance
A movement of skills
A path of failureness and achievements
A goal of patience
Maturity of determination
Wisdom of deeds
Perpetuation of truth
Shameless and shameful divisions
Sense of goodness and dirt
Faith in existence
Action of belief
Motion for aims
A smell of enjoyment
Efforts to protect future.
A dollar for your healing
I hear the preacher say
A dollar for your healing
Come on and let me pray.
Write your cheque and sow your seed
And then you'll be debt free
For God longs to prosper you
Just like He's prospered me.
A dollar for your healing
I hear the preacher say
A dollar for your healing
Come on and let me pray.
My friend be warned of satan's lies
False prophets is what I see
Misusing the name of Jesus
While robbing you and me.
This life mirrors a rose.
A beautiful vision, but a pain to feel.
Needled stems causes blood to stem from my flesh.
Draining my veins of the rosy red essence of life
that flowed through my bloodstream.
The blood flows like lava after a volcanic eruption
as it burns my flesh.
Due to pain inflicted by the war wounds of life.
These women are as bittersweet as roses.
The sweet smell of their scents is intoxicating,
but how detrimental the touch.
Misusing your heart as a voodoo doll
and pinning your heart to their memoirs of affliction.
Left in a state of fantasy.
To the point you have to constantly question if the feeling is real.
Often getting no answers.
And other times you find out their stories of deep sentiment
were just fairy tales narrated by deception.
The Ups turn up downs.
Soon downs come back around.
The constant contradiction leaves you
mentally exhausted and sick.
Life is like a roller coaster.
Rolling coasting thoughts through my mind.
When it gets too heavy, I'm overdosing.
Drugs are the potion, at least until I reach my limits.
I realized there's no one I can give devotion.
Roses, truly a pretty scene.
Roses stem with subtle knives.
To your back they intervene.
Infliction deeply applied,
Until love and reality becomes obscene.
Heaven belongs to God,
but this place called Earth is Satan's playground.
The difference between angels
and demons is to where they are bound.
Both with wings, one with horns.
Mistaking horns for halo, will leave you forever scorn.
Onward as if an immigrant who continued to quit with decision's to make second guessing but insistent never forfeiting or submitting,
tactic attacking the angle iron horse idol to victor a victim,
doors cast opened from darkened corners' leading those found to comfort zones entailing tension and turmoil refusing to live enlightened by priority and composure
but the keen mind's eye on the thief stealing consciously the vision and essence held ended thorough wickedness
now alone too proud and quick deviating a mans lost cause to one of worship none from blood
who live notorious under error and trial the ending becomes, he who loses his faith under gods only watchful son is without lesson foolishly caught down stream
the storm beginning, their losses form misusing time and their truth withheld, inside, washed away with ill state vs. denial.
It's not like children wearing color glasses,
Or like the spectacles protecting our eyes;
Jaundiced eyes are Like carnivorous glances,
Everything seems like preys in many a guise.
Isn't every human a true image of God?
Am I to reduce or offend anyone?
Didn't Jesus love even those who were a fraud?
Sacrificed his life for every frail human?
The Sadducees and Pharisees with their jaundiced eyes,
Thought themselves, caretakers of the Judaism;
They found Jesus was a man with no bias,
Yet, they threw on him mountains of criticism.
Though my eyes are jaundiced by my upbringing,
I have the freedom to change my perspectives;
I need to feel the goodness in me springing,
And end all disdain and intolerances.
I am given this life as a gift herein,
Using it or misusing is my judgment;
I know that the fullness of my life therein,
Will be the outcome of my true commitment…
Let me hearken to the call of the Spirit,
Lovingly embrace each brother and sister;
Look at them with eyes with no bias inbuilt;
Just like looking through the eyes of God's glister.
“Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life” (Proverbs 4:23)
21 June 2021
Jaundiced Eye Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
I WISHED MY PEOPLE KNEW THIS!
MY PEOPLE COMPLAIN LIKE THEY WERE FED WITH CONSTRAINS
SO MANY CORRUPT LEADERS DECEIVING THE YOUTH WITH THEIR WORDS LIKE PROPANE
THE YOUTH SNIFF THEM AND GET ADDICTED LIKE COCAINE
SO NURTURED WITH THEIR DOGMATIC MENTAL SLAVERY THEY WILL KEEP DESTROYING THE FUTURE THAT WE CAN’T CONTAIN
I BELIEVE THE YOUTH WILL RISE UP ONE DAY AND FIGHT EVERY CORRUPT HEART WITH MUCH PAIN
I WISHED BOB WAS ALIVE TO REWRITE HIS “REDEMPTION SONG” BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE USE IT FOR MY CAMPAIGN
ON ALL LIGHTS AND LET’S SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH BECAUSE THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR US TO POP CHAMPAGNE
LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM WHERE NKRUMAH TOLD ME THAT WHEN HE TOOK A LOOK AT AFRICA NOW, HE GOT SAD BUT WITH MY WORDS HE WILL SUSTAIN
EVEN AFTER MISUSING OUR TAXES, THEY FORGET TO FEED THE CHILDREN IN SOMALIA BUT I WILL CUT DOWN MY LAST PLANT AND FEED THEM WITH PLANTAIN
WHEN WE MAKE EVERY VISION AT NIGHT AND DRAMATIZE EVERY REALITY IN THE MORNING
WE MAKE FOOLS OUT OF FOOLS WHO WILL BRING NO FOOD FOR THE FOLD
THEY CAN SPIT ON MY GRAVE BUT THE TRUTH WILL BURN THEM DOWN EVEN IN THE COLD
lunatics and liars...werewolves and warlords all conspire...
striking the match and setting the fire
with dark desire bringing terror to the task...with synthetic souls they wear the lambsmask
predators posing as prophets puttin on the lambsmask take off like nuclear rockets
with eyes of evil that burn in their sockets
turning free birds into slaves and puttin papers in their pockets
desperation turns to doom
never slowing or stopping
puttin on the lambsmask...continuous cash clocking
predators posing as poloticians puttin on the lambsmask turning tricks like magicians
mind mathematicians...adding and subtracting paradise into perdition
with terrible traditions
turning gold into garbage and silver into stones
turning love,life and beauty into a grieving guilty grudge
bad boulders that never budge
puttin on the lambsmask...casting sick ones to the sludge
predators posing as preachers puttin on the lambsmask like toxic teachers
misusing Gods word with unholy ugliness
crossing out with curses still they claim to be blessed
undressed and under duress they plunder innocence...plucking young grapes from the vine
they rebel and they resist
puttin on the lambsmask...their time it starts to twist
lambsmasks melt as The Lord comes to the crime scene
they all scream but can't wake up from their neverending nightmare dreams
no more lies but only truth
no more dark disguise only blood on bibles and big black boots
no sick surprise only swinging sickles
Jesus the judge separates the wheat from the chaff
while lambmasks fall from the devils dirty hands
I’m tempted to backhand the ones who call
us sixty-somethings old or elderly.
How dare they use such terms describing me?
Infuriating! Boy, do they have gall!
It’s fine to be solicitous and hold
the door—to be polite, but not for fear
that I’m about to croak and Death lurks near
to claim another oldster for his fold.
Now, whippersnappers, I was once like you,
misusing terms of age, as did my peers.
Our ignorance caused us to be unkind!
The elderly are ninety-somethings who
have been on Medicare for thirty years.
You would do well to keep that fact in mind!
February 23, 2018, entered in Robert Haigh's Make Me Laugh Contest
The aches and pain I fill on my feet, is of wear and tear felt way down deep,
from birth till today, I never seen them this way,
two things that moved me the most, two things I thought were gross,
they've been there in the cold of winter, frost bit and splintered,
exposed to the summer heat, never once did I cover my feet,
brought me home drunk and a mess, climbed the mountains and life's little tests,
they carried me off to my first and last day of school, went with me every time we moved,
was there when I walked miles for my first kiss, even there when I missed,
helped me stand when I took a fall, for them being there I couldn't crawl,
they took me to great heights and times, was even there when I committed a crime,
held me up as I watched my children be born, & moms funeral as I morned,
helped me teach my son to play ball, to tell him hold your head up stand tall,
they helped me lift my baby girl, to hold her point and show her the world,
they carried me to all of there events, never once did I fill the dents,
the scares,the bruising, never once did they indicate the misusing,
they've been cut, dry and poked, yet stood me up every time never once did they revoke,
now years later I fill them cry out in pain, when I stand I fill the strain,
I hear them as they crack, I fill them when I sit and relax,
in life there is so many things that help you move on, love,friendship, even a song,
not till were old do we see, that through time we couldn't do it with out feet,
they were there when we took our first step, walked and crept,
they helped us skip,jump,and run, to my feet I owe you this one,
"Life's been great, fun, romantic, hart wrenching, darkened and sweet,
as it comes to and end I can say I did it all on my own two feet."
man, I wonder what I could write about my hands: )?
Colorfully happy, shining bright balloons
Cloud the atmosphere of my head
And make atrabilious clouds invisible.
Make them more divisible, and
I love them --
-- dearly.
A million lights in my head,
I am in love with nature's song.
conceiving the green, green grass of life,
The sun, eclipsed by enduring
clouds. I look to the heavens.
The birds, avert from their spectacular
songs . The rush of wind, through my ears,
misusing the screeching and
screaming evoking tears,
insidiously alluring balloons.
I'm not a dazzling, bright balloon
I fail to be defined by them. They
brighten up my day and eclipse my sun.
They dance and laugh, when
fate blows favourable spotlights
on the cynosures of my life.
The cadences of destiny reverse,
and I'm alone, standing in the rain.
Only wisdom dries my feet.
Man hands misery to man,
The warming, comforting, celestial
light. Chucked, by an invisible stranger
at my feet, makes me shiver.