Judge me when you are perfect
Reveal your judging talent
Confute with ease the points I said
And some of points I haven’t
With awing gratitude I bend
You make me see the truth
I didn’t expect to get, my friend
Always unable to deduce
A truth from things I’m dealing with
But just interpretations
You came and showed me what it is
Truth doesn’t need variations
If you are perfect, I can’t be
Forsaken with your scorn
You hold the truth, so can you see
That I’m already gone.
Categories:
confute, irony, truth,
Form: Rhyme
You were outraged, although you smiled
You felt that you could hardly care
You see me as an orphan child
Too often, more than you can bear
Say it ain’t so, confute my words
I much prefer them to be wrong
But I just wanted to be heard
Not isolated for so long
This shallow life is getting deep
Truth split in halves, as I have seen
You’re calm and silent, when you sleep
With your remote, beside the screen
I came to kiss you, but you thought
I’ve had enough, and maybe more
Than I deserved, so you have got
A little extra time, what for?
Categories:
confute, love,
Form: Rhyme
Seek Peace And Pray
Miracle Man
10/9/2023
Man can’t get along because of our divergence,
and owing to this we live in constant dispute.
We play the race card and wait for resurgence,
we perpetuate false narratives and often confute.
At each sunrise, seems somewhere, there’s killing,
or taking property that with another does rest.
With thought and malice, blood we’re spilling,
and to get what we want we strike and protest.
We look around and see prophecy being fulfilled,
and know from this that man’s days grow short.
We shed tears and pray for those yet self willed,
for all will face a judgment, held in God’s court.
Matthew 24:6-8
6 and ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. 8 All these are the beginning of sorrows.
Categories:
confute, conflict, god, judgement, peace,
Form: Quatrain
Called meeting of Flat Earth Society
The Enclosed Earth theory must refute
As well Hollow Earth theory to dispute
and that dag nab round earth futility
It's clear as dirt we must confute
That old thingamajig gravity
Which with not our abacus compute
So how can we on an earth agree
Such a problem the enclosed earth theory,
Where we are all living in a Truman Show,
And of the hollow earth so very weary,
To this silliness in the trash throw.
Then all scientists and fools will flock
To see us clinging to this flatty rock.
Categories:
confute, earth, humorous, society,
Form: Sonnet