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Learn How to Forgive
I forgive you but
will not forget should never
loose sight of mishaps
We are not perfect
fail falter misjudge can hurt
misplace reflection
Cast our shadows blame
cross boundaries throw a stone
crash project deny
Without disgrace may
we hold dear what happened once
learn change understand
Can you forgive too
and not forget the lessons
so we heal in one
!8th August 2016
Syllable count as per poetry soup check:
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I thought I saw a nasty cat!
I did. Oh fancy that!
Sylvester I must tell you,
You're a very naughty cat!
I also have to say
That you are terrible at maths!
You miscalculate your aims
That's why you fall face down - Ker-splat!
You misjudge your target.
You only realise mid your jumps.
You're very sorry for it now
'Cause your head is full of bumps!
Granny sure insists
That you must have your rest.
But if you fail to catch me soon,
You'll have a cardiac arrest!
Can't you see with both of us,
Granny feels so blessed?
So why do you keep putting
Her affection to the test?
Sylvester I want you to know
That I'd like our feud to end.
I would like us both to be
The very best of friends.
And though she loves us very much,
Granny will adore us more
If she sees us playing nice
When she walks through the door!
Yes we could be a family
For a long and happy time...
Just remember, once recovered
You'll be on life number nine!
Last night I had a long and restless night,
I couldn't sleep, I tried with all my might.
I couldn't get the “ phrase 24 hrs out of my head,
so next thing you know I stumbled out of my bed.
And I began to think about my life and all that I had done,
I thought about my many failures and victories I had won.
But I thought about having only 24 hrs left,
would I be selfish and only think about self
Yes, I have to make my wrongs right,
strive to love and not give up the fight.
I will try my best to be the version of me
and forgive others and let bygones flee.
I have no time to hold a grudge
or sit around and misjudge.
I just want to live my very best life
and let go of misery and strife.
Spend valuable time with my precious babies,
forget about the should have beens and maybes.
Our time on earth goes by extremely fast,
so with my 24 hrs I will strive to have a blast.
Alexis Y.
10-26-18
I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
In a dark world where many fear real authenticity
and cannot handle the rawness of everyday life
there is a true light to be found in every Aquarius.
Many people tend to misjudge them as very careless
and wrongly assume they feel nothing at all or ever
but the power of their love can be quite precarious
In their glimmering eyes there is a very deep truth
that only they might be able to fully understand;
perhaps that is why they're not always so serious
But because humanity is their greatest love of all
they will work to ensure their water jar pours forth
although with the right people they are gregarious.
This poem is part of my zodiac-themed collection. "To Honor Winter's Shadows" was the first in this series. Pisces is next in this series, though I've no idea when that'll be. The poems I write honestly come of their own accord and I don't like to force my talent. Thank you for reading!
Though it seems
that somehow
things are not
quite right now,
When the end
is in sight,
He will put
all things right.
Is life fair?
Thank God, not.
We misjudge
our dire lot.
Standards used:
others’ wrong;
shadows cast:
dark and long.
Gravity:
where begin?
Misperceive
weight of sin.
Cast our cares
upon him;
comes the day
He’ll stand in.
Our chief end:
enjoy Son
for all time,
praise works done.
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Kind of bizarre - this is an Irish quatrain called a 'Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire', but it just appears to be a quatrain with xaxa rhyme scheme and 3-syllable lines... A bit of a mouthful for something so simple...
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides
Judges have responsible role to play
With emotions of contestants they play
Win builds self-confidence in a big way
Loosing can tarnish same in every way
In contests I have got many losses
I know even great poets have losses
Judges are also humans just like me
Unerring no human can ever be
Wrong judgment can tarnish image of judge
Everyone criticises a bad judge
Whenever contest you judge, give your best
All have put hard work, winner should be best
It is a responsible task to judge
Judges should be well learned, should not misjudge
02.05.2021
Sponsor : John lawless
Contest Name : JUDGE NOT LEST YE
My dearest ~ My Love
Today I watched the sun rise awakened hours before by
Fitful dreams (by fear only and not by distrust)
That I love you and you love me is the most sacred
Bond between two souls;
As I cannot doubt our love because it
Beats within Our Hearts!
And if concepts of Profound Sorrow should speak allow
My Soul to interpret for your sweetest Soul ~ Angels soar
But humans walk;
Just as a painful moment to realize
How much I miss the Sunrise called my Eternal Love.
Within all my mind, heart and soul I do know we shall
Meet soon. Because a song bird told me so just today.
She stood gallantly upon a high pine and sang a song
Only those in love would know ~ that we both sing,
Along within our two tender hearts.
That at times I am confused and at other moments profoundly
Introspective there is a single conviction: that however
Much you do love me ~ my love for you is even greater.
My Love I am mostly calm; but when calmly thinking
of us together my Spirit is the spiritual essence of
Fireworks beneath a jealous moon. Do not become weak
By distance nor time as our time has been earned!
I love you and wish you the best of days every day
And please continue to love me within a spot of your
Heart! I am forever yours and never misjudge your
Lover’s most faithful feelings and most faithful heart.
Always and Forever Yours
As always every mine
& Ever Ours
: 01-23-2017:
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
Rumi
Weeds persecute the gardens of my mind,
bad seeds are instigators for the unkind,
so, I plant vibrant petals for tomorrow,
did you know blossoms can feel sorrow?
I support them to bloom in delicate silence,
but strange paranoia is a relic of violence.
It hurts when withheld wounds are exposed,
life is better when I keep my eyes closed.
Should I apologise for my sullen demeanor,
so they can misjudge and become meaner?
I've become a misunderstood metaphor,
in a world of words not understood before.
I'm not an angelic devil nor a sinful saint,
but sense of shame is like polluted paint.
I'm tired from deadly brain sucking vampires,
draining my reservoir of peaceful empires.
Will it ever dawn upon the ignorant,
if I could turn back time it would be different.
In childhood we painted our faces on stars,
some looked for Venus, but I preferred Mars.
How we followed a colourful spectrum's shadow,
wondering if rain flows along the rainbow.
But in time imagination loses it's power,
we expire like dead seeds and forget to flower.
Is the pantomime of pain I've endured not plenty?
Can guilt bleed me dry, until all my sins empty?
Set me free from confines of jilted desire,
release me from burning in regret's bonfire.
Madness of my muse will never disown me.
In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry.
When I think about my eyes…I am filled with adulation for like many of my body parts…they’re a marvel of creation.
Allowing me with just a turn of my head to see the world around me.
Opening my heart and mind to the beauty that surrounds me.
But when I look at you, however, I find there is a limit to what my eyes can see.
The same limitations, I imagine, your eyes have…when you look at me.
At the moment you and I meet…the instant we begin…I can see if you’re old or young, tall or short…I can see the color of our skin.
These things my eyes can see from up close or even from afar…but what my eyes are unable to see…is what makes you who you are.
What I see is the exterior, a semblance…a facade…I cannot see what religion you are…I can’t see if you even believe in God.
I can’t see what your parents were like, where you grew up, if you have enough food to eat.
I can’t see if you’re married, raising children by yourself, scraping by to make ends meet.
I cannot see the sexual preferences you were born with, if your brain work fast…or slow…I cannot see the experiences you’ve had in life or the gender you might be struggling to know.
My eyes can only see so much…because the last time that I checked…who you are is where all the things I can’t see intersect.
I wish there was a way to see how all these different part of you align…to view with a bit of clarity the way they intertwine.
If I did perhaps I’d be more accepting…perhaps I wouldn’t begrudge…perhaps if my eyes could see a little more…a little clearer…I’d be less likely to misjudge.
Perhaps this simple wish will, one day, come to be…until then I’ll try to remember there is so much more to you than what my eyes first see.