Faults Poems

Suspended Faults

I felt as small as a winter’s flower
yet as tall as an old oak tree
the seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours
when my world turned in on me

the cloak I wore was of little comfort
just to bridge between present and past
I held onto this and other secrets
no more a peasant but a king at

Not for ailing love

our beautiful balloon, about to burst,
  an endless journey meets its sudden end,
    forced to tango with our faults.
  photographs torn, 
      glass shards 
       s   c   a   t   t 

Rose

she's wild
she's prickly
distant and aloof
stand-offish
guarded and withdrawn
but i will always love her


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Oh not again

Moans, sleep deprivation,
Groans across our great nation.
Blame all dumb inventors, 
Droughts, floods, some mentors!
We'll vanish on timely wings,
Faults saving daylight brings!

Few poets faults in their pen find

Poets to their flaws blind,
No fault in their verse find.
The wild beasts of hunting kind,
Eat no flesh of their own kind.
Drunks may too much chatter,
But none their secrets scatter.
No less than men, women
No seeds can plant to men.     
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Translation |10.08.2024| free verse, poets 
The Sanskrit verse:

pashyanti na eva kavayah nija-kaavya- dosham

These Silly And Shameful Faults

Being so awfully insecure
among confident people 
seems ridiculous and brittle; 
I'm very humble by nature,
it will not take me anywhere:
I'll end up gathering crumbs! 

I'm too stubborn, still refusing to pay
for these silly and shameful faults;
I would cry out loud to feel anger,
not sit at a corner counting doubts!
I should blame you instead, dear:
because I'm

All My Faults

Not all my faults were mine
See, if you follow every line, 
Cracked yearly by life's quakes 
After every turn she takes 

What did not fall apart
Was recycled, to restart,
Not knowing now or then
She'd fractured, yet again 

Basking on bone and skin
A wrinkle forms, o, so thin,
A crevice I cannot erase
From neither body or face

Find me

A Friend Halts Discovered Faults

From people you've been rather far,
Your Entrance Door scarcely ajar:
Guests appear and up dries your jar!
You don't wish to guess what these bar...

Your next caller could be a star:
I should have said A Super Star!
And roads you block against your car
While the journey has not gone far...

Also, you treat with odd delay
Things on which one's

Spring Is Not All About Beauty

Spring is not all about charming beauty.
Like all seasons, Spring has her many faults.
Spring Cleaning, once a chore and main duty,
Lies deeply hidden in my secret vault.

I might as well mention angry weather--
Gale Wind, along with partner, Blowing Dust.
Grit covers all, I would so much rather
hear lovely raindrops than a windy gust.

Cold lingers, at night

Devoted Lover Faults Cover

There’s no way one’s devoted lover
Won’t one’s weaknesses and faults cover;
Tell big fools that one is in clover:
Who nears not maps Driver of Rover
From Tunis to far-away Dover
And would in helicopters hover,
All to The Glory of Jehovah!

There’s some chance your devoted lover
Could suddenly say “it’s over”
If you’d fertilized an Eve’s Ova
Or stolen a blind beggar’s

Fate

I found fate 
During my journey on earth
I'm anxious to find the secrets
I feel grateful when
I found love, happiness and fortune
I feel loss when
I found sadness, mishaps and sickness
Sure, I'm to pay 
For my own faults 
Or carelessness
But l remember many saints and messengers 
Died for mankind's 
Cruelty and greediness
I regret and  I repent
How

Detoured

Deft tiptoing of enemy feet
Trails progress of this ink;
Such that when one word 
I pen I must pose to think. 

Usurping hand’s derailment
Detracts my scribblings too;
So when firing thoughts stir,
I lose lucid inspiration's glue. 

Weirdest passions do this quill 
Assail with craftiest forces still;
Turning minutes of finest Muse
Into dullest bouts the poet rues. 

And so

Faults

I am soaring.
I'm on a high that I will ride greedily until it slips away. 
Joy is not something I come by easily, and it's not my fault. If you toe tap to the same tune, it isn't your fault either. 
I blame myself because it's easy, but it's far from true. You blame yourself

Holy Is the Heart That Repents Sins Faults

"Holy is the heart that repent of sins faults
Righteous is the one that overcomes
Passions fly social butterfly
Hearts that float artichokes
Grimace pains dirty rain
Apocalyptic grounds remains
These are the ends of times
 it's time to unwind
Remembering first we are not cursed
Why?  Holy is the heart that repents sins faults,  just saying"

Amen!


9/8/21
Written words by James Edward

Seeing Faults

It isn't hard to see the faults,
Of all those 'round about us,
And point them out to others,
As we make note of the status,

Of those who seem to lean toward,
A certain type of weakness,
While building up our vision,
Of our own virtues and meekness.

It seems we tend to turn blind eyes,
On unattractive habits,
And make excuses for ourselves,
Or

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