MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
Everyone has a place they are coming from
Don't goad the horse when it won't run.
I detect sorrow in your eyes
Because there were no alibis.
(chorus)
All the reasons why
You gave it your last try
The only way to forgive yourself
is to take the past off the shelf
It's worthwhile when you pause
Trace the roots, trace the cause
Find a peace under God's sky:
When you know the reasons why.
Our mind is a spectator, but we're also on the stage
We adlib the lines, when we can't find the page.
There's a gap between who we are and who we wish to be.
Who we are is how we deal with that discrepancy.
Some blame others for that gap
Some blame it on fortunes mishap
Some say they meant it all along
Convince themselves there's nothing wrong.
You can replay the movie in your mind
Facing facts can feel unkind
Still, tracing causes breaks the chain,
So you won't show that side again.
All the reasons why,
The thoughts we hide, the truths we deny.
And if your heart can heal again,
It starts with seeing where it’s been.
We’re all just travelers on our own
Kicking ourselves for what we should have known.
At least we have to try.
To find out the reasons why.
Soul can heal itself
Heart just shatters
look into my eyes
you see my soul
they do not compare
but are often correlated
Heart antithesis to Soul
Heart pumping loudly gross
Soul defines your being
Heart fuels physical body
comparing them is disgraceful
this discrepancy hurts Soul
Soul forms beauty
Soul move onto life
Heart disposable with body
Soul different than Heart
MANNERISTA
affected
poses
florid
ornament
maneira
fine
& free
preconception
perceived
in
the left
field
distorted
elongated
exaggerated
over
emphasised
gesticulation
in
discrepancy
of scale
lucidity
post
vivid
virtuosity
unaudited
emotion
blended
in
abandoned
calm
A capacity payment is made by a user of an energy asset to the owner
of that asset in return for the rights to utilize the asset's capacity.
Capacity payments can be significant revenue sources for generators
because generator would still get paid even if it produced no electricity.
1.First the government gave subsidised electricity.
2.People used to addicted to it.
3.Then Pakistan doesn't have resources to give any subsidy.
4.They can't cut the subsidy cox it will cost them electorally.
5.Electric Dildos have switch functions or adjust intensity function.
Note.RAW might be involved in exposing Underworld Don of Pindi.
Love and trust are two sides of a coin,
Once trust is broken ,
Love does not remain.
Trust leads to permanence,
It promotes deep reliance.
Secrecy kills a relationship,
One should be aware of this.
A relationship is a partnership,
Transparency makes it.
Easy to come into a relationship,
Hard to attain permanent membership.
Unlike a free membership,
We pay the requisite.
If one asks what are these?
Nothing but trust is the only deposit.
Pledge to maintain transparency,
Without any discrepancy,
Then life attains supremacy,
Without any diplomacy.
I would like to think
I am a simple soul
but that is
a complexity of paradoxes;
I was born
in a conflict between two parents
neither of which desired a child
yet, there I was,
a conception formed
in the incongruity and absurdity
of their love and life's intent;
the irreconcilable discrepancy of an act
with unintended consequences
but there I lay,
birthed into existence
and despite the contempt, the abandonment,
the experiences and heartaches
I live
simple as that.
Throughout the history of human kind spirituality
has been the vehicle that leads us to a new modality
As breath is linked to life, it is the transient carnality
of the spirit, the one forever flow of wholesome chi
To breathe is to live, to live is to exist with extensity
born to take our first breath with lung flexibility,
we learn to appreciate our duration and existentiality
as we be breathed and speeded, into infancy
We live and have our moments in expectancy
honoring each other with loyalty and compliancy
The breath is the life and the life our determinacy
to exist, in a world of utter lunacy and discrepancy .
August 16, 2021
Form Used: Rhyme Royale
In this indescribable sea discrepancy is the principle of inhalation and exhalation.
Fishes are judged by the color of their scales and fins...
where tilapia and her son seldom perish like an ice cube melting in a glass of Scotch whisky.
In this sea, boundaries are created by ethnics and viruses, and types of mouth angles.
In this sea, tilapia explores sea surfaces with passport and dread.
Her son prevails through subtle picking between: shark, octopus, and whale;
a living pessimistic life as empty as cloudless day.
But, both young, old, weak, and strong bear this common line of break of breakthrough in their national anthems.
Their backs, foreheads, scales and fins bear this common tattoo of morning star and companionship.
Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.
Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of her secret sanctuary.
Hope ascends to tranquil heavens.
Twilight's baptism, blends
merigold into fading blue horizons
with sparkling amethysts hues.
Oh my beautiful beloved,
come to me with your comforting arms,
like soothing stars, shepherding
the nebulous night sky.
Destiny can deceive,
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe,
but, we search for the blessings,
through each trial and tribulation.
For, she is the silence,
between heart beats -
who's name rests upon
tense tips of the tongue.
In the discrepancy of distance,
love's appetite lingers in lament -
yearning for our lips to merge.
Yet the night is an unfinished symphony.
Idyllic lyrics craving to pour,
upon an incomplete song sheet.
Without her,
Silent One's muse is mute.
I am not a poet,
But in her reflection -
I am poetry.
Simple Musing
Silent One
1 August 2020
Hectic, the day has been;
Birds are flying back home;
Back home, on the head of the hill, the sun sets.
Sets of exhausted people, home they rush;
Rushing to families to meet faces infuriated;
Infuriated, in the bed I jump inside the sheets.
Sheets and blankets spread oddly in the cradle;
In the cradle, I stretch desperately to see her imminence;
Her imminence smells no chance, except the cold kiss of chills.
Chills have dissipated the marital heat to sow coldness;
Coldness slain communication to inherit hatred;
Hatred in bed, I crooned the last words in a deaf ear.
Causing one to turn left, and right the other moved;
Moved in discrepancy, a boulevard traced between carcasses;
Carcasses shed tears to replace conversation beneath the sheets.
Sheets covering cadavers that died in silence;
Silence of humoristic demise on a lifeless cot;
A lifeless cot that communication can resurrect.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
You want to led me down..
But I want to raise you up..
You want to mortify me in an astounding crowd..
But I want to respect you even in my lonely time..
You want to cross oceans of hate..
But I want to walk miles of love..
You want to thrash me out of your heart..
But I want to crawl in your soul..
You want people to blame me out..
But I want to grasp your innocence..
You want to draw my sketch as a betrayer..
But I want to color your entity as a loyal player..
You want me to weep out..
But I want you to laugh loud..
You want to break my trust..
But I want to hold your faith..
You always wished to know the difference..
You always asked for discrepancy between us..
This is the difference which lies between us..
The past is like a mirage of success
that smiles and shines her teeth ,
Which raises hope for the poor ;
Yet ,her backbone was full of pain ,
Deceit that covers inner emotions ,
Today refuses to ride on her wings ,
But hovers around the blue sky ,
Ready to consume the grains of failure ,
And make the day brighter and better
than yesterday’s deceitful concert ;
Today has set a new page on a bright
stage to correct discrepancy of the past ,
and make my skin glow like morning glory .
CONTEST: Form" P" By Broken Wings
5-27-2017
3/22/15
Once again
Everything eventually comes to an end
Anytime, not just through the months ahead
What good is it to just pretend?
The recipe
For longevity
Was a secret remedy
And one of the ingredients was sesame
Allegedly
The temperature was seventeen
And I had a full head of steam
Because of something they said to me
But I let it be
Coincidentally
What was done next was carried out with discrepancy
The house was squalid
And barely solid
But the place had a draw of solace
There was a tree that was an almond
And a black cauldron
Which contained knowledge
In a stew made with the involvement of olives
By: Dalton Ogletree
Sodden was I in their praise; myself I let wash away
Their words, drops of nourishment to my own
A pedestal had I found beneath myself
My inspiration, had I forgotten.
Weeks pass, the error of my ways known
Studies do I pursue in vain
The serenity found, now lost
An act of passion, now a tedious task.
Attempted to mend, have I mentally
Fear the response, will I always
My name seeps no honour
The credit I claimed, was never owed.
Each write, diminished by discrepancy
Without you, is there no point to ink.
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