Errors Poems

unforced errors

In tennis,
Love means nothing.
Off the court,
It’s everything.
 
Tennis and love start the same—
Your pulse quickens, hands shake.
Your first high school match,
You lose the opening service game to love.
You would’ve felt less gutted
Had your opponent eviscerated you.
 
Tennis is a game
Of little lives and quiet deaths,
Each break point converted, electric—
Every winner a shock to the heart.
The points lost

Don't Repeat Your Mistakes

It always seems you've moved on until the pain hits again
How long does it take for a heavy heart to mend
If the pain is routine then by now you should be used to it
Not making the same choices that brought you to the pit
You're thinking this choice is much different watch and see
If I just

Moving Forward

At times this may be hard to do but must be done
It may be easier to do after considering a fight won
When it comes to moving forward the battle is within
You know your destination and where you have been
Doing this will require putting the past behind you
Forgetting about everything you see in your rearview 
These

SUCESSES AND ERRORS LOGIC NOT LOGIC

Every mistake we make without malice
with more ignorance than knowledge
the correct result always appears even 
by trial and error and the law of chance
 if it does not cause irreparable damage
... in the process... !

TO MAKE ERROR IS A HUMAN THING BUT BE CAREFUL !!!

A LOT OF ERRORS

I hadn’t seen her for ages,
But I’d know her anywhere,
With that finely chiseled profile
And that mass of golden hair.

We’d had a rollercoaster romance.
I remembered the thrill of it all,
As I raised my hand in greeting,
Across the crowded hall.

“Sold to the man in the back row,”
I heard the auctioneer say.
“If you’d like to sign the contract,
That’s

Life is one way

                                     Wisdom dawned, but late
              

Be at peace

                                   Turmoil, turmoil and turmoil
                

Everybody Makes Boobies

Everybody makes boobies,
Put our big feet in it,
Just some clumsy footwork
And we find ourselves in a pit.

Everybody makes boobies,
Everybody makes mistakes,
When shooting our life’s film,
There is bound to be out-takes. 

We All Make Mistakes

For God's sake, we all make mistakes
We all commit inmumerable errors
Nobody is perfect, everybody is under the sticks
Like the old days in the school of horrors
Where students are mistreated or beat with wires
With sticks, belts, whips, rigoises, batons and fires
Because they burn your skin when you get hit
It is a shame that kids got punished

Sensitivity and Life

Too sensitive will make life hard
Too ignorant will make life meaningless
Our five gifted senses 
Do sense life and its essences
Because we're sensitive and we care
Sensitivity will bring us 
Truth and justice
Prevention and salvation
Avoidance of errors, dangers and traps
A better life
A better ideology
A better affection and love
Lastly
A better world to live
For the next generation
Whom we love

Those Little Demons

merge these errors into a single block...
dump like rubble on the next cliff...
flee before you hear the dry thud of defects
sprawled on the ground claiming its author.

because self-indulgence saves
even if it's fake
like when you disguise
look around awkwardly
wanting to get rid of contamination
brought by the uncomfortable truths
that knocked on your door
Or at that time remember?
you acted

Errors

When you see errors
Originated from the others
You’ll feel hurt and harm

When you see errors
Wholly emerged from yourself
You’ll be calm and cool

Spellceckers, Down

SpellCeckers, Down!
 ——————————————————————-
I’m Spellcheckers.  I’ll read your mind,
Starting always from two lines behind.
So, you’ll use up all your time
Going back to proofread every line, 
Not for your errors, but for mine.

I’m a pure-bred SpellCheckers.  Even
Presidents, those haughty men,
Don’t like me, like when 
I turn “fiend” from “friend,” or, then
When writing the nation’s budgets,

The Errors of God

Writing is far from new – 
pictures our first penmanship:
on cave-walls, in clay frames,
using colored sand – depictions,
mans' desire to inform; each of
us having his or her own view
of nature – dreams our deeper 
landscape. But, nowadays,
we are politically declarative
pronouns – naming no-longer a
rational art; images no-longer a 
universal language: All creation
deemed self-determining Its! 
Humanity

A Life Long Learning

Man learns from the past
Avoiding errors from the past
Man learns at the present
Skipping errors at the present
Man learns about the future
Preventing errors in the future
Life long learning
Is just a process
Gifted by the past
Possessed by the present
Blessed by the future
Applauded by the world
And thanked by all mankind

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