Inaccurate Poems

Embroidery his 2nd home

Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind, 
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie, 
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour. 
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.

approximation of love

      

                    two plus two is five 
                that would be inaccurate 
                      however precise 
             he loves me he loves me not
            goddammit ~ he hits the spot 


By
David Kavanagh

As we keep moving

A blue and purple horizon
	Lines the sky as
Dark waves in the slumber winter.
	Living room palm trees
And royal ferns
	Are just the fraction of the plants
My mother asked me to care for.
	Cars and planes rumble 
Foreshadowing the day
	Of our Earth’s rotation.
We move to bleed, to talk, to ritualise
	That we are alive
That we are here to stay
        That we are always inaccurate
And not always so authentic.
	So, welcome this new day
And all the hand we have to shake.

Nothing Like a Worzel

From Wales or Suffolk, claims knowledge of literature,
looking at sheep is far from just being some easy cure;
ever heard of Dylan Thomas, of course - one of the best,
but you're nowhere near of passing such an erudite test.

Such ingratiating manner, just playing to the gallery,
why don't you just share your homilies with old Valerie;
I have no jealousy, rather, scornful of inaccurate claims,
it's amazing that you should aspire with gratuitous pains.

However, I still forgive you for your horizontal position,
perhaps in future you could give us something to rely on;
I'm glad I'm not from a 'devolved' unfortunate nation,
next you'll be telling us that autism is advantageous.

You're bright, don't like to be assisted, oh well let's laugh lol,
perhaps you can find in your heart to forgive a bitter troll.

NB. A worzel is a country bumpkin.

Bring the Best In Me

All my ardent desires
lie in her protective hands:
life, future, worthiness,
values, trust, and happiness;
may my soulmate be
practical in severe judgment,
and understand that
the strongest man can be
can be made weak by defeat!

Bring the best in me
without expecting miracles,
without exceeding your anger
in swift misunderstandings;
listen attentively and don't miss
specific needs fulfilling them hastily...
when my fidelity strays and misleads!

We spend days planning
our tomorrow with true enthusiasm,
taking out the bitterness
of hurtful thoughts that often interfere
with the idealistic dreams
that shouldn't be a delusive prism...
reflecting inaccurate and alluring
images of what we actually are!

Bring the best in me
by strengthening the weakness I show
through infidelity with deceitful words
that hide the ugliest truth;
whatever you deny me 
turns into caresses that won't smooth
your obsessive doubts,
but create deep wounds 
while fears outgrow!

Self-Dilution

We lament for what others can see.
a sense of self-congruity.
We yearn to be purified of flaws.
Also, sorting through the abuse.
grabs a hold of it via an inaccurate immersion.
utterly absurd.
What else are you going through?
It's quite reminiscent of a hologram.
the moment we crave a smidgeon of empathy.
Charmingly haphazard credibility.


Written: March 23, 2022

'excellence' That's Mediocrity

We all pay for dumbing down
  educational standards all around
from thriving metropolis to sleepy small town

Incompetency reigns throughout customer service
  Doctors' inaccurate diagnoses make patients nervous
Corporation mission statements, worthless lip service

It starts in the classroom, where teachers won't demand
  if you want to say something, first raise your hand
Then later on, when rampant cheating's ignored
  which leads to society's ox getting gored

So, let's stand up to teacher union's bureaucracy
  Their idea of excellence - in truth, mediocrity
Insist on high standards, from grade one through university
  and say No! to preference based on 'diversity'

Hirayangarbha

Shiva and Shakti, both are one
Light of the spiritual sun
Sprouting from Hirayangarbha 
When our lower mind comes undone

Pure of heart are free from dukha 
Distanced from earthy brouhaha 
Spiritual heart, all aglow
Awakens consciousness Buddha

All enabled in stillness slow
When love fragrance, we do follow
Trusting God, ceasing to resist
Nonchalant eye, soft and mellow

Love alone real, is truth gist 
An open heart and unclenched fist 
Shining in self-luminescence 
Known when we become a bliss mist

10-October-2021

Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiranyagarbha
Syllables: howmanysyllables.com (poetrysoup counter inaccurate)

Death of Paradise

Eden grassy walls stood stark, 
In the noble bowers, of bending day
luscious fruit-in tempestuous talk 
The inaccurate gaze led them astray.

Eve with picturesque temptress voice 
Put in Adam's mind the godly tyrant. 
Repentance implicit in her silence 
She joins the wanton seductive serpent.

Infectious with death before the fall.
crawl with silken skin on Eden grassy verge
A devil who speaks transforms into Belial
upon his wounded knees the beggar surge.

For weed and wort, paradise was thwart. 
With disability, we live in the lesser part.
Erotic connotation the notion brought. 
Death of paradise portrayed from the start.

A place in dive bars and witchy urinal air
We fell into something drabber and daring.
Such modern methods may yet backfire. 
And generations may see lust-inducing. 

A threat of the demonic realm insane pain 
Haunting malady from the power of the air.
The creation reform movement formed again.
with the irresistible figure in the atmosphere.

Counting Roses

Counting the Roses
David J Walker

It is only an estimate 
Knowingly inaccurate
To-date

45 years of roses for
Valentine’s Day and if 
Each “Would You Be Mine”
Sentiment yields 
only a dozen long-stemmed 
American Beauties arranged in 
a heavy glass vase 

the count would be 540
But we both know there were 
10 times more counting the 

Birthdays and anniversary’s 
The I’m sorry’s and the random
Times I fell in love with you
All over again

There should be Millions
Projecting into a 
never-ending expression of
I love you
For Eternity

Pcr Inaccurate

This World’s work on Corona 
To go adjust
PCRs
Inaccurate 
Justifies

Inaccurate Proverbs

Sometimes I get my proverbs confused and merge two into one.
For example: "He who is without sin, is a rolling stone."
If you have any inaccurate proverbs, I would love to hear them.

The Bleach

They label me black
But that’s inaccurate
I’m just different shades of brown.
I’m looked at with disdain
Yet I’m the original creation
Version 1.0
Made for the harsh terrible world
Out of love and foresight 
Not pale, Not discoloured
Not burnt by the rays of a star on a bright sunny day
Yet I’m inferior
I’m natural, naturally natural
Then turn I to my sister
Now discoloured and smelly when her pores open
All in the pursuit of pinkness
Ignorant of the fact no one is white
I collapsed at the sight of my brother
Following those same destructive unsensible steps too.

Jesus Was Jewish

Lately I've seen a poem or two
   claiming that Jesus wasn't born a Jew
but rather a 'Palestinian child'
   a claim inaccurate and really quite wild 

When Jesus was born, there was no 'Palestine'
   That name was created at a later time
by the Romans to wipe away all traces of Jewish Israel
   A tactic unsuccessful, it never worked very well.  

Jesus was born in the Galilee, circa 4 BCE
   and crucified 33 years later, about 30 CE, you see
When the Romans captured the Temple (70 C.E.) 40 years later --
   That's when the revisionist idea of 'Palestine' first gained favor  

Jesus was as Jewish as Moses, the Jews' greatest Rebbe
   Those who don't get that, let them go study history

Shoes Steps Life

With heeled shoes
no false starts
no mismatch
safe steps.
Between my flat shoes
and your high shoes,
a lifetime for us
to hit the pitch...
Between you and me,
a long journey.
Between us and eternity
an exercise of steps
with no shoes ...
Shoes are gone,
but life passes
and it's not over ...
It's that with our inaccurate
steps  we do not need
shoes ...
We need living
but life is imprecise
without our steps... !

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