Best Took A Wrong Turn Poems
They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day I’d pray!
What do they know of true love anyway?
A few times we went out, and we nearly kissed.
But things took a wrong turn. What had I missed?
I’m sure her friends said to keep me at bay.
What do they know of true love anyway?
They called me possessive; then even she
got an order from court to restrain me
for treasuring her!! Here’s all I can say:
What do they know of true love anyway?
They got me for murder; I love that girl still.
I could not have her, so no one else will.
I sit writing love poems, rotting away. . .
What do they know of true love anyway?
11/12/17 for the Stalker Contest of Silent One
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
REVISED..
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Mark shot his arrow on Saturday
It never returned, just sped away
It took a wrong turn –
turbo afterburn
Maybe it will be back on Friday
Its so much easier to listen to you speak
say the words that are turning over and over
inside of me
panick attacks increased anxiety
but your not in my world
im in my own now
putting my pride aside
drawing but crossing my own lines
my desicion took a wrong turn and once again im left in disbelief
you see i dont hate you
in fact i was so confused for a minute cause i found myself in love with you
my heart drowned in its own blood when I found out what you were really doing to me
im tryna free myself of resentful thoughts
i want back my peace of mind
as i sit back and think
still my emotions are hard to find
Dear son,
I am told I should tell you things not in books
It is hard for me to begin
Your mother said only what is in the book I know
I think my dilemma is neither you nor I
But the whole purpose of the book
This letter may turn into if I try to understand me.
And if I am not in the picture
Then your existence becomes questionable. We must
Establish our need for more than mere presence
And this makes us listening to each other significant,
Make this letter existentially important
And you significantly more important than either of us think
I do not read books because I believe all books
Books took a wrong turn just by their necessity to speak
And to make speech more permanent than memory
They disrupted a whole tradition of history to write
What we were, and are becoming
By making picture out of words for reflection
As they tell us who we are
Without beat of tongue, and rhythm of gesticulation
That surrounded the melody of oral communication.
The literary man made an ulterior civilization
Telling us with barbed cynicism: the pen is mightier than the sword
I handled all books carefully like a weapon
For in them are seeds of destruction
Not intended alone for our history
But for the civilization of our identity.
My dear son
Every structure and fiber of our imagination
Is no longer about us
For we have been reduced to incongruous metaphors
Supplanting faith in history
Supplanting us with toxic ideas of utopia
Knowing full well for this dream
There is no remembrance after sleep
For waking is an hypnosis for those in too deep.
Even as I proclaim this preamble on clutches.
Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
.
Won't you take all of me
Until your image in me
is all you see
But You won't take what I won't give
And my sin won't die until You live
Inside of me
I feel I'm hangin by a thread
This old man just isn't dead
I keep reviving him instead of trusting You
.
So Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
.
And when my day comes
To an end
And I look back at where I have been
Many roads I've traveled
Sure took a wrong turn now and then
I need You just as much right now, as I did back then
.
So Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
.
Let there never be a doubt
That You changed me from the inside out
It was only You all along
I could never be that strong
On my own
.
Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
Until everything in me
Looks just like You
Said Hank to his pard, "I reckon we took a wrong turn back yonder!
How we ended up in this here gawd awful place I'll ferever ponder."
"Ya shoulda listened to me when we come to that Y in the trail,
But, no, you insisted we go left an' here we are!" he went on to rail!
"We ain't got a lick uv water an' I don't see none in them hogbacks.
We ain't met a livin' soul 'cept some prairie dogs an' diamondbacks!"
"Ho! Is them Injuns I hear comin' over that ridge back thar a-hollerin'?
This is jes' another fine skillet uv feesh ya have managed to git us in!"
"Buck up ol' pard" said Tex to his pal. "I'm sure they is friendly types,
Wantin' to parley fer some coffee, sugar an' terbaccy fer thar pipes!"
"But I reckon we shouldn't take chances an' if'n yer willin' ol' pard,
Me an' my hoss is leapin' off'n this cliff tho' the landin' be mighty hard!"
They took the plunge diggin' deep furrows with their noses in the ground!
Accordin' to lore this is how Black Hills gold in the Badlands was found!
Entry fer Isaiah Zerbst's "Cowboys In The Badlands" Contest
Surely, Sherlock was rooted in the home.
But his ruby slippers
Had worn-out souls
So the jaded detective
Followed Fitzgerald and the lost generation.
But somewhere in between chapters
And the thicket of printed syllables,
He took a wrong turn
And found himself in neverland.
The lost generation
Morphed into barbaric
Lost boys
And though the Englishman
Aged like the mulberry wine
Drowning his consciousness,
Literature never grew up.
And so,
The stories remained:
Timeless.
While in the lagoon
Of a dead poet’s society,
The poems still exhale.
Engulfed pages of pulp fiction,
The rind,
Binding the vitamins of knowledge
To the seeds of ruminations,
Still blossom, fruitfully.
And though Holmes’ words now crawl,
Pathetically,
From his tongue--
Their decibels still caress my skin.
Insignificant filaments
Stand erect
Upon my forearm.
As misinterpreted anthologies
Hold their compasses to the North Star,
Their melancholy is lifted,
And literature can be reborn--
Free.
Tonight,
Sherlock lights his briar pipe,
And gives one last request.
To Peter Pan,
The feeble man purses his lips:
Read me a bedtime story.
And with that,
The mystery is dead.
Damned to eternal sleep.
The last page,
Still yet to turn.
Staring at the end of the hallway
The stained glass windowed is etched into my mind, woah.
Just another place to remind me
What we had is gone, long gone.
This was the house that got us through those moments
of insecurity and self hate.
You told me you would always love me, no matter what.
I realize now you didn't mean it, you didn't mean it at all.
You told me you loved me, what a lie.
You were the one. Mr. Right. Mr. Wrong.
Our relationship took a wrong turn, but I could get it back on track.
I always could.
Except this time. It was all too much.
Staring at the end of the hallway,
and that stained glass window that was etched into my mind is there no more.
Beside the fragmented pieces lays a stone.
The stone that shattered that window, and my heart along with it.
I loved you. I really did. I was ready to marry you.
You had other plans. That didn't involve me.
Now that stained glass window is gone.
I'm gone.
DRUNKEN OLD Pete...
Old Pete went out to celebrate new year
Was over the limit from too much beer
Old drunks they never learn
Cos he took a wrong turn
And drove down harbour hill right off the pier.
He was floundering and kicking his feet
And didn't see the glow of a sharks teeth
From Pete's leg took a bite
To quench his appetite
And poor Pete's face turned as white as a sheet...
A passer by heard a scream and a shout
Threw a rope and managed to get him out
Said "you're lucky to survive
But you shouldn't drink and drive
At least in your one foot you won't get gout"...
He lost his job and he now has to beg
So to hospital he went for a new leg
They had no legs in stock
And old Pete had a shock
When they fused beer cans to make him a Peg...
EXPLORER STEW ...
Two explorers Barthomolew and Drew
Came across natives practicing vodoo
They ran but were too late
And awaited their fate
A native shouted "we got us some stew"...
GRETA...
Greta wanted to stop world pollution
And warned that there will be retribution
Said " I'll name and shame
Those who are to blame
And action, less talk is the solution" ...
Written 28th December 2021.
A WRONG TURN,
STARTED OFF WITH A MAP,
PERFECT DIRECTIONS,
NO MAJOR INTERCEPTIONS,
THEN ONE DAY I TOOK A WRONG TURN,
MANY MOONS UNTIL YEARS,
ALL THEM FABULOUS CHEERS WENT TO TEARS,
THE WATER AND SODA’S WENT TO BEERS,
THE STARS DISAPPEARED,
THIS I ONE DAY FEARED,
THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES FADED,
ALL WARMTH IN YOUR SMILE VANISHED,
IT WAS LIKE OUR PERFECT ENGLISH COMMUNICATION WENT TO SPANISH,
LOVE THAT WAS MADE ALL THESE YEARS,
SEEMED OVER WORKED AND UNDERPAID,
I MUST HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN,
BACK THERE SOMEWHERE ON THE JOURNEY,
I WENT FROM LIVING ON LOVE TO LIVING ON A GURNEY,
CAN’T FIX IT LIKE A FLAT. (KNEW I SHOULD HAVE MADE MY OWN MAP),
THERE’S NO GOING BACK…
I ALREADY MADE THAT WRONG TURN.
The cars gathered at the neighbors house now,
was not long ago, the sight seem the same.
To say “good-bye” to a young cousin somehow,
forever through time, the heart broken will remain.
The roads they traveled, took them to dead ends,
we should never have to bury our youth.
Cul-de-sac of life, on this they cannot win,
withdrawn from family, they become so recluse.
Fallen so fast into the dungeon of life,
Innocence taken and forever gone.
They just took a wrong turn, did not know strife,
could come back to love ones, even when wrong.
The family will be forever changed,
memories and plans will be rearranged
I took a wrong turn as I memorized a sonnet and uncovered a limerick.
I uncovered a subject matter that I would never treasure.
Red open garments clouded my consciousness.
I regret that I didn't
discard the newspaper that featured fireside poems and wished that I could relieve the moment.
I sought confession, fourteen-hour workdays…anything that would relieve
me of the sight and memory of the indecent limerick.
However, I didn't
recall treasures
that obscured further poetic consciousness.
As soon as I removed the newspaper my consciousness
forced me to relieve
the poetic experience through the rhythm, rhyme and subject matter of fireside treasures.
I grew indignant of the methods newspaper employed to promote the limerick.
I wished that the newspaper didn't have funds for color printing.
Somehow I didn't
consider that the consciousness
which envisioned the foreshadow of the limerick
would relieve
my clouded mind and enrich it with worthier treasure.
Possibly, I subconsciously treasure
the obscene because I didn't
forget the minute details of the piece, thought I hope that I relieve
myself of such memories through amnesia and renewed conciousness.
I hope that leisure permits to me to acquaint myself with poems that cause dissociate from the limerick.
Five words:limerick,treasure,consciousness,didn't,relieve
Few obstacles, few stops
Just the road and me
The speed limit I decide
Feeling truly free
A one way road
Headed forward
No u-turns allowed
And to reverse is unheard
Slow down now and then
Captured by the scenery
Maybe fall a hearts prisoner
Perhaps too far deep
A few thumps here and there
A pothole or two
Delayed-- a small problem
Move on and pull through
Sometimes a split pops up
Few ways I can go
But can never turn back
Still a one way road
Places can seem familiar
Some may be the same
Took a wrong turn someplace
In this chancy judgment game
A tiring trip at times
Just want to take a rest
Or drive on with no more care
Not giving it my best
Itching to move on further
Get somewhere a little quicker
But can only go so fast
As I whine and bicker
Whether I like it or not
I'm always on the go
It's just the road and me
On my one way road
May 2010
Providence
That’s where we were going
Just to get a tattoo
At the zenith of daybreak
We drove down early to
Get there when they opened
Easy, right?
Ho-No!
Your directions made me
Dazed and confused
I could comprehend nuclear physics
Better than your map
And when I took a wrong turn
You should have just put me on
Trial than subject me to the verbal
Barrage you spewed
You’d think Mercury was careening
Into Earth ready to make ghosts
Of us all
Could we foster a truce
Just so we could find our way
Back home again?