Blundered Poems

Rent a ranter'

I observed quite stunned as lambie
Voicfully blundered
T'was indeed.. A great vicseral verbal chunda.! Contradictve.!
As it goes.. Is she addicted.? I guess
God only knows.?
Educational standards.? Of this minister?
All seems so skewed, I think indeed she is
More like a (sin-ister) maybe been speeded up
By the w e f.? I have suspicon shes of the
Left.? Or p'raps past any known reference point? I fully expected to hear an oink.' I guess
I ln Davos they've flattered her hard.'said you
Are the only clever person, a star.!
All other Aussies being only retards.' And i'll bet.? 
As they say in America..She swallowed
The  whole nine; yards.!

Veracity

I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
the mere material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring mind needs to know

Forgive and Kindness You Give

If a person has cheated us
It is better we do not curse
God will take the best action
Giving to us fine protection

Let us not feel terribly sorry
And bring to our mind injury
Instead let us try to forget
So that bliss we can get

Of course scars are severe
And memories cause tear
Still, let us somehow manage
And try to get enough courage

That person has badly blundered
A heinous act is cruelly rendered
God will make the needed move
Power of Justice, He will prove

Our tears have flooded heaven
Our stomachs burn like oven
Revenge is not our ultimate aim
Though we had a very bad time

The worst losses we suffered
But, pure kindness we offered
We came across great traitors
But, we are really lawful fighters

Let us keep our mind steady
And offer to all kind remedy
Let us fill our heart with mercy
Being kind must be our policy

By pure love, we are urged
Strongly we have emerged
Let us forget all their fault
Let love occupy heart-vault

Kindness is the best defense
It only proves God's presence
Kindness will pave a safe path
Let it replace meaningless wrath.

Croydon Part Deux

hoardings  of shops on the isle of ridiculousness
the feral pigeons pontificate
the leaking roof of the civic theatre stays
you've seen better days
you've blundered into desperation
bankrupted twice
and now you're turning the middle
of town into millionaires row
ill afforded by the minions
even our local Market is shrinking
an ebb tide of the municipality
Westfield as vexing as a fox in chase
The Central library feels lobotomised
is it part privatised?

Dark Desire

Our efforts are in vain
We’ve blundered again
Succumbing to desire
That ego doth aspire

02-January-2023

Reverse Midas Touch

Such was his damnable gift
Being little more than a curse
Others he wanted to lift
His touch left them so much worse
His mind lacking all insight
Leaving so many disturbed
Utter wrong being his right
He blundered on unperturbed
Freedom his cry for Ukraine
That was the  hope of Putin
All he delivered was pain
Just another Rasputin

Who Needs Words

I’ve often wondered what to say
or how to speak when words would stray,
a gesture served to save the day
when simple words would slip away.

I’ve often floundered when I've spoke
or tried to tell a bawdy joke...
it pays for words to wear a yoke
instead of trying to provoke.

I've often blathered tongue-in-cheek
with wordiness that seemed unique
and thought my wit was rather chic...
though knew it nonsense, so-to speak.

I've often blundered when upset
by saying something I’d regret
and wished I had a safety net...
a muted state was better yet.

And though I find it so absurd
that jibber gets my jabber stirred...
when rhetoric goes undeterred,
I often wonder, who needs words.


Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Contest mile 8
6-24-22

Anesthesiology 101

The physician mixed a kiddie 'cocktail'
The young patient swallowed it and turned pale
   He quickly went under
   But the doc had blundered
He'd put in a pint of hundred-proof ale

Adam In Walmart

I find myself foraging, basket in hand
among the cocoa harvests of distant lands.

You ask patiently: what do you need?

As you speak a shaft of light crashes
like a Chinese paratrooper
through the store’s skylight.
The ray pieces high-stacked shelves,
beams upon a huddle of overweight shoppers,
flashes briefly, illuminating brimful spandex,

The light dances over that look you have,
and I suddenly understand
that while our bodies don’t so often
pound love into speaking flames –
nevertheless, I still want only you,

not cut-price plastic hole fillers,
nor anything blue, green or yellow
seen on a T.V. in aisle 3,
not even toffee.

Here in this warehouse of hope
we have again blundered into our reality
the way Adam and Eve must have
in that other overstocked Eden,
and how like Adam ever since,

I sometimes blow you off
to pursue a pack of beer
on sale in aisle twenty-two.

Overcoming Mistakes

I tell myself,
There is nothing worse
Then having a sinking
Ashamed and guilty feeling.
I wonder if I’m all alone

That

I've blundered,
I’ve offended someone's thunder,
Sometimes had no clue
When I didn't mean to.

Well, I talk about it,
Talk about it
Preserved in my memory moreover
Repeating itself over and over.

Gotta move on,
Have to let go,
The shame and guilt.
Gotta move on
Learn and grow from it,
Have to forgive myself.

Appreciate for whom I am.
I have to remember;
It wasn't on purpose.
If someone else had done this,
I would forgive them
There is always the next time
And a new chance to get things right.

Next time,

I'll see that mistake coming
     And do something to miss it.
I'll plan ahead better,
I'll pay more attention at the moment,
I'll spend more time thinking things through.
I'll stop and question my own assumptions.
I'll take the time to gather more information.


9/7/2019

How the Brexit Light Brigade Gambolled Into the Wilderness

The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers


                I
Forward the light brigade!
Was there a dude dismayed?
Though most should have known
Cameron had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply!
Theirs not to reason why!
Theirs but to do or die!
Spurning the fear of Death
rode the three hundred.

               II
Farage to the right of them,
Corbyn to the left of them.
Bannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered.
Stormed at by the  press,
Onward   they rode in stress
Into  the wilderness,
Oh, what an awful mess!
Rode the three hundred.


               IV
Can ever their great deed fade?
How high that price they paid!
All the world wondered.
Praise to the charge they made?
Praise to the  Light Brigade?
Intrepid  three hundred!

Your World My World

In your world, you are the author and creator of your reality
In my world, I am the author, creator and finisher of whats expected of me
 
In your world, you use hate to confuse and irate
In my world, in my vocabulary, I eliminate the word hate

In your world, you’re blindfold to blundered mistake
In my world, I am mindful of what I create

In your world, in fear you walketh
In my world, my fears I've overcometh

In your world, you make fine use of propaganda
In my world, propaganda bon voyage

In your world, you discriminate excessively
In my world, there is only room for love and unity

My fellow earthling It’s your world as well as my world
Peace, love, hug and kisses 

Your world My world
LOVE YA’LL

©Copyright February 2019 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Little Great Things

A drop of rain fell in the sky
It touched the skin and pierced the mind;
A single act implies a cry
Could crush a heart and make us blind

Soak an ice in a plain water,
It will dispersed and will dissolved;
I can tell it really matter
Now that its product got involved 

A light linen spilled with coffee
Brought a stain to its purity
Oh sorry!  Accidentally! 
Too late to save the quality

Single blundered move of a piece
Could turn the whole game upside down,
An omen of unfailing cease
Hastens sorrow and golden crown

A seed of word would go somewhere
It could grow rooted or rootless
Throw carefully and be aware
Cause consequences are ruthless

One lost element in a set
Affects all the rest that remains,
It alters a lot of subset
Could either establish or break chains

A single sin will lead to death
But in him all our sins was paid
Lets give thanks for having a breath;
To endless life he is our aid!

To All the Moms Around the World

A special ‘Thanks’ goes out
to all the moms around the world
No one can comprehend
the life that you’ve endured

Most women become moms
in their teens or in their twenties
Making decisions about their children
many difficult… sometimes funny

Juggling your work and home life
at the age of thirty to forty
Struggling to meet family’s needs
hard accomplishment, for the majority

They’ve all grownup and gone away
by the time you’re fifty and sixty
Now grandchildren come to play
on creaking floors and stairs that are rickety

Retired now, with nothing to do
you’ve reached seventy… maybe eighty
Your children have begun to realize
that you’re a very special lady

Some women are lucky enough
to make it to ninety… even a hundred
You look back throughout the years
hoping you’ve helped more than you’ve blundered

A special ‘Thanks’ goes out
to all the moms around the world
No one can comprehend
the life that you’ve endured

(written 7-2012)

Old Dude Rap

Poetry ain't words dribbled out on the fly, 
It's execution, prostitution of the me who am I.
lettin loose my mongoose of thought provoking, while others be chokin,
gettin all Seuss you just some cat in a hat, 
Philosophies of Socrates rap your brain around dat,
Don't let dem big words confuse you, this all precludes you, from being 100, thats where you blundered.

 word :)

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