Long Misguide Poems
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Have you ever tried to open a locked door without a key
Or had a dream while awake, going about your day
Optimism says, when one door closes another opens
It doesn’t prepare us for the day we find them all locked, but…
If you can dream awake, can’t you just unlock them in your sleep
Clichés are available in any situation
Heartbreak and failure seem to be the most common
Why do we need them?
To misguide reality to a perspective of positivity.
No one enjoys sadness, but fake emotion only extends that dimension,
What if we feel what we feel and we wear it on our sleeve
Are we then viewed as weak
Doesn’t anyone believe that feelings should be judgment free
Or is it better to pretend that in your heart, there’s no one home
Paste on a smile but truth never takes a vacation from your eyes
Pain worn on the skin does far less damage than pain held within
A year of tears that shed pounds as they fall, or
A lifetime of regret that won’t heal trapped without air, in a shell
If it were easy to get over then you wouldn’t be dreaming with your eyes wide open
The heartbeat gives rhythm to feet unwilling to head in the right direction
When you’re done giving power to someone who doesn’t even want it.
You can see, missing pieces won’t make whole what been broken
So just leave the past where it started when life has spoken
Love,
It can be your best friend
Sneak up on you and surprise you
Please you
Misguide you
Confide and deny you
Live and lie to you
Wherever you go
Tease you and please you
Make a slave of you
Turn you inside out
Never make you doubt
Love can destroy you
in the best of ways
Bring you to the highest peaks
Or sink you low
Beneath its blue green waves
Tragic and romantic
The love you sew
Will be the love you reap
Love can curl your toes
Or break them and make you weep
Love is best
When nurtured and grown
It can’t be forced or faked
The best kind of love is freely given
No strings attached
When you send love into the world
And that love comes back.
He is my mirror,
Just what I wanted him to be!
His smile spreads permeating delight.
His storge love is my strength.
My achievement, my smile, my pride!
My upright and infallible child!
His prates, sanguinity, dreams and ambitions,
Are treasures of my life!
He is a wizard who ignites the warmth a family requires!
Yes, he is my caterpillar, my cute little firefly!
This is about 08/02/22.......the day..... …………………………..He turned back and just said NO!
May be my protective spotlight scorched his vibes.
May be I could not hold his hand tight.
May be I did not understand and guide.
May be my preaching’s were just too high.
If the bond never existed, how would it survive?
May be it was a mirage just to misguide.
The anxiety, the exhaustion does not let me survive.
How would I wipe away those sullenly eyes and exasperated goodbye!
The dreadful departure and my empty nest strive.
How would I get out of this woeful sigh!
Closed eyes and rolling tears can’t decide.
Referee the conflict or may I just hide?
How do I bring him back, how do I inveigle?
How long this saudade will survive?
I still stand here or I have just died?
Without him I can survive, no I defy!!
WORD REFERENCE:
Defy: Openly resist or refuse.
Sanguinity: The optimistic feeling that all is going to turn out well.
Strive: Struggle or fight vigorously.
Sigh: Deep audible breath expressing sadness.
Saudade: A sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
Inveigle: Using dishonest way to convince.
Storge Love: Affection that naturally exists between a parent and child.
Preaching: The giving of moral advice in a pompously self-righteous way.
Exhaustion: A state of extreme physical or mental tiredness.
Permeating: Spread throughout.
Scorches: Burn the surface of (something)
Sullenly: in a way that shows irritation, ill humour, or gloom; morosely
Exasperated: Intensely irritated and frustrated.
Prate: Talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
Dreadful: Frightfully.
Infallible: Always perfect and right, without any errors or mistakes.
I needed someone tonight
Perhaps even a nobody is fine
Simply a company to shed a light
Some memories simply need not remind
So much to do in one’s sake
So much for the necessities’ in life
How much more might you await?
When loving me isn’t the only reason to survive
And I did what I can
What more be necessary still?
If not more than simply a friend
Is there love to be recognized as real?
Simply love to misguide us all
Almost like a prayer... when we do not have answers
Trying so hard believing what is to stand for
Yet disbelieving how life never is forever
Have you needed me tonight?
A nobody is always as fine
A company choice-less to shed a light
Some memories perhaps... need never remind
so you say you dont believe in a higher a power
and that you have not a dad in the sky
you also have control of each and every hour
but each and every hour still passes you by?
you have total control of the space that youre in?
and can comfortably breathe when the air gets thin?
you say there is no God like there is no one to follow
but if there arent any leaders then leading is hollow
where did it start where did it all begin?
is there an initial creation/origins
what is your view of the world in its greatest perspective
are you passive agressive or agressively objective?
do you simply do what is taught and then teach what you"ve learned?
or can you analyze thought so that you can discern?
when i say "belief" do you think of religion?
when i say "plane" do you think of a pigeon?
discernment is key when you make these transitions
open your mind not just your ears when you listen
as beings we are bound to time space and matter
and understanding is limited to basic chitter chatter
so dont let the words of others misguide you
but let vibrations of truth resonate inside you
Truth Hurts but Sets You Free
I have no ounce for your feelings,
they misguide you so.
They throw you on a rollercoaster,
they shift your position to and fro.
One moment you are up,
and the next you are down,
you are acting like a yo-yo,
behaving like a clown.
You begin to yell and shout,
thinking you are justified.
You turn yourself into a public spectacle.
with every outrage, you die deep inside.
You have no idea the hurt you cause
when it is discipline that you need.
You hate what it is I say,
accusing me of being mean.
But truth be told, it is truth, you hate,
because it means you lose control.
Reality conflicts with the lies you believe,
and quite frankly, your gaslighting is getting old.
I understand you were led down a broken road.
And a paddle to the saddle you never had.
Truth and God are now your parents,
and that fact is making you mad.
But wake up, you spoiled brat,
see all that surrounds you die.
You live in a great hypocrisy,
because what you believe are all lies.
You cannot fight racism with racism.
You cannot hate men and call that love.
You cannot support women with feminism
when it’s a man you defend,
… parading as an imaginary female dove.
You cannot be for the environment
when you commit the same “crimes” you accuse “them all.”
You cannot be a vegetarian
unless you reject it all.
So, let’s be honest now, you are vain, spoiled, and angry.
and that is no way to truly live.
Jesus is who you reject,
because condemnation is all you give.
Jesus did not come for that;
he came to forgive every sin.
He died so you can live.
Now allow “love your brother” to begin.
Stop fighting and all your mischief.
Stop acting like a spoiled brat.
Start living like you preach.
Stop behaving like a rat.
Humble yourself, and in Him have faith.
Learn to live and how to forgive,
and follow His every command.
Only then you’ll stop your killing,
and with joy, truly live.
It is time for the people of the world, to stop pursuing the World,
start reading the Bible, and live a lawful, and faithful life.
Raise your boys to be men of great faith.
Raise your girls to be ladies of great faith.
And this world will be a better place.
by Martin Braun
August 1, 2023
Political ordeal
Criticising every good move,
Is that what opposition means ?
Putting party above country
politics left no more than a dirty game.
Feeling joy of having an honest PM
positivity is apparent in the air,
His dreams of taking us to heights
which no citizen has any doubts about.
Yet for their own selfish motives
trying to misguide innocent minds,
Disrupting the internal civil peace,
Miscreants are joining hands,
In name of colour and religion,
Trying to divide the sons of a mother,
Disrespect and betrayal to our motherland,
raising slogans in anti national tints,
As beaming sunrise illuminates minds
and ebony cover of thoughts evanesces,
Be sure the good days are knocking
with happiness and prosperity on the way.
Written March 17th, 2016
For contest by CT
Today's political ordeal in India -Ever since PM Narinder Modi has come to power with a majority democratic govt.... opposition is trying to play anti national and foul games.
Congress had a historical defeat, didn't do any good in last decade, corruption touched peaks n poor turning poorer, are now not letting the govt function.
But Modi Govt. is determined to give its best and we people of India have full faith in him.
Awarded 6th place win
Treasonous heart, burn in flames!
Take back your frame,
which is now my torment;
this portrait that decorated our room,
now burns my eyes, bathed in tears.
Take back this fatal treasure,
which I adored every day and
gave me warmth.
Take everything back.
Your ghost troubles my timid courage,
even in the clouds, I see the gaze of a deceiver,
perfidious.
You taught me how to love and now,
how to hate! You broke everything
without fear, without efforts.
Was it the work of a novice cruelty,
or a simple unhappy heart?
And take back all these love notes
littering my house. If you dare to read them
at least have the courage to admit 'it's not me'.
"You're the keeper of my heart,
You are the sweetness of my life;
For you I would go to war.
Like the first rays of the sun
your sweetness wakes me from my sleep.
The exquisite vision of your face
Take me on a tender journey.
I love you, passionately.
How to live without breathing you!
I want, with you, to dance in your arms forever."
You still want to burn and misguide, borrow
other people's eloquence. Oh how far you've
travelled away from me in such short notice!
Take back time too, I hate witnesses.
.
.
I love words in a novel,
a short story and a magazine.
Words are my inspiration,
Communication.
I love words that encourage,
Inspire desire in a positive way.
Words are gentle and precious,
Words are spoken from the heart,
Out of happiness and anger.
Words tell the truth and lie,
Words exaggerate, fascinate
Words can change the world
Make it a wonderful or dreadful place,
Words make or break,
Words are the past future and present,
Our peace and war,
Words hold our future,
It can lead us,
Misguide us.
Words can be paradise or hell.
Words are who we are
You are the spokesman of your own words,
And how you use these words,
May make a difference to this world
But most defiantly yourself,
Use with caution.
David W. Carter
STALKER
At late night train arrived my station.
I am regular daily passenger.
Also got down another stranger.
I did not pay much attention
Suddenly sensed someone behind
Turned back being conscious.
That stranger suspiciou
aroused fear in my mind.
Entered a lane to misguide
Decisive follower chose same direction
I started running on desperation.
Stranger gained speed, I could not hide.
Made useless jump on a fence.
He did not miss leap in dark.
Needless I loitered in park.
He followed without uttering a sentence.
At last I charged ‘What do you want, say kindly.’
'My destination is just beside
the house, you reside.
Station master asked me to follow you blindly.’
11/14/17
STALKER Contest by Silent One
Second Place