Long Misleads Poems
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We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
-Anaïs Nin
Memories of heart, half buried in open graves,
expectations etched in enchanted dreams.
Tear sodded sights, dry preoccupied minds
unknown truth camouflage visible known lies.
Clear 20/20 vision all blurred beyond a veil,
thought filled head, blankets a dawdled mind.
Temptress of emotions, seduces and misleads
distorted light bends, through eyes of prism mind.
Bright yellow refracts, into shades of sunset pink,
deep blue shimmers in orange hide and seek.
We morph and mould, a cocktail of our own,
rivulets scream soft roars, of invisible torrents.
I see sunflowers blooming on your snowflakes,
bumbling butterflies, or insects in cocoon ?
You see distant deep craters all dusty faraway...
My eyes blaze in love, as I see my beautiful moon.
7th February 2020
Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
Contest Name She Inspires Series - AN
Placed third in the premiere contest
Liars’ Moon
Seems we’ve been friends forever.
I think you know what I feel –
That we should be together,
Because what we have is real.
This guy has come between us.
I don't know how you feel.
I’m not sure what he’s after,
But I don’t think he’s sincere.
He misleads you with laughter
To keep you from hearing clear,
And blinds your eyes with stardust.
He’s somebody you should fear.
Chorus:
He flatters you with practiced lies
Meant to entice and thrill.
He admits nothing, only implies--
Luring you into his will.
His cold-hearted kisses, and his Pied-Piper's tune,
Are just sunshine promises beneath a Liars' Moon.
I want you to consider
What each of us means to you.
Who should be in your future,
And who wants the best for you.
Who you can really count on;
Who'll be your truest true-blue.
Foothills
The physics
of metaphysics …
the part I like the best
Where symbols yearn
as planets turn
—new twigs to build the nest
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
A Picture
Imagery and symbols
are worth a thousand words
Why poetry is lauded
but prose routinely heard
To paint each word intrinsic
as dawn brush strokes the day
Each verse leaves time uncanvassed
—mortality at bay
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
To Heaven And Back
If birds couldn’t fly
they wouldn’t sing
The world would stop spinning
and bells wouldn’t ring
Wings are their freedom
the sky their excuse
To heaven and back
—all hearts are infused
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The Road Less Traveled
Does the truth
of the world
lie in common
experience
Mathematics
and philosophy
forever
say no
Innovation
and discovery
fight shared
understanding
One should always
be wary
or forever
—forgo
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Bearing False Witness
Death by omission
death by nature
Where evil misleads
—deception grows
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Lock Step
Poets
miming
poets
The blind
leading
the blind
Mud
stirring up
from the bottom
Concealing
a likeness
—in kind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Virgin Dreams
Creating something
as yet undiscovered
Consciousness battles
—as memory attacks
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Molly suffers from depression
She's had it for ages
It's okay to sit next to her
What she's got isn't contagious
She sees you look at her with pity
But that isn't what she needs
She tries to look after herself
Her appearance it misleads
She feels constantly tired
The fatigue it gets her down
She hopes she might feel better
If she has a trip into town
She thinks that she might pop
Into the cafe for a bite
But since she's been depressed
She hasn't had much appetite
A good night's sleep
Is a distant memory
Going to bed at ten at night
Then up and wide-awake at three
She feels so worthless
And waits for the phone to ring
Usually a family member
Wanting a loan of something
She remembers how she used to feel
Before she was depressed
When she didn't feel so irritable
And was hardly ever stressed
She feels a sense of anguish
A let-down to her family
They all seem to see
Her depression as a malady
The loss of her old self
Causes her great sadness
Her family tells their friends
That Molly suffers from a madness
They think that it is funny
But don't realise the hurt
That they cause to Molly
If only to her former self she could revert
They ring her up for no reason at all
They say it’s all in fun
Her depression lost her all of her friends
At the mercy of daughter and son
Depression is an illness
That can happen to us all
No matter how much money you have
It’s something you can not forestall
If by chance one day
You see Molly in the town
Why not stop and say hello
Make her smile instead of frown
Ask her how she is today
Enquire what she has bought
Depression is an illness
Not a disease that can be caught
He was too proud
Too arrogant
Too fickle minded
To obey
His Lord...
Today
He misleads
Misguides
Miscalls
And mistalk
People from their Lord
To the abysmal abyss!
Yet
Their Lord gives them
A chance...
To redeem themselves
To heal
To purify
To cleanse
To wash
To remedy themselves
From a life of turmoil
And an end in hell...
Only if...
... We can prostrate
To our Lord...
Sujood...
The nearest you can get
To Him
At anytime
Anywhere
Anyday...
The fastest way to Him
The quickest road
Bolt can't stand its speed
It cleanses filth
It opens doors...
The secret of successes
That the enemy knows
And wants us not
To unravel...
Lucky us
We now know...
So I ask
Won't you go
Henceforth
On sujood
More and more
Than before?
Does it always take a while?
For things to finally be as should be
Can a yesterday be today’s now?
Will you know what tomorrow you will see?
As always as before as of…
Things never to know to only want to
A mystery is forever the cause
Do we always need to know prior for things to do?
And before whats to know
Life as always is a carry on without lead
Do you know so well the path you follow?
Because sometimes… the right path misleads
Have you found the way?
Regardlessly… only a way you know how
Just a while more, for tonight be morrow’s day
Why does it always… take a while?
Things… are finally as it should never be
Things change… life change… its only that simple
Every one tomorrow to forever be unable to see
Perhaps we are always as old as we are feeble
Each day the window
opens to a new dawn
bringing the treasures
of the mind
into the world
to remove the darkness
all around
The golden opportunity
to capture the clouds
lies in the choices
you make to move forward
with the waves of light
beaming from above
What it takes to overcome
fear is simply the love
flowing from the heart
where the reservoir of
silence shines bright
So often we forget
our dreams and get entangled
with the illusions
that misleads us
into the dark pathways
where its difficult
to escape
We must be mindful
of the truth and to seek
the wisdom that rise
above everything
To unfold the gifts of
nature and to be in
awareness of being
is the richness
of life
My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to feeling like she or myself
Is gradually shoving my feelings through an invisible door.
It’s all so not worth letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I’m truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.
My reasons for trying to move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities.
Who knew that a few days after those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that the strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing my own inner strife.
My words may have been so cold,
But it’s only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.
You don’t deserve being my eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it all too simply to be
The object of my true love and affection.
My feelings from loving you were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong in believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful rending of my soul,
Except that no one knew then that it was only a game of pretend.
Wanting my first kiss returned, yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I’ll find someone who will become my second best.
After telling you I can’t love you anymore, I now feel as if I can rest.
My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.
In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I’m sorry for being so cold.
Like a fear-filled cactus bud, I keep my heart shut.
Like prey before predators, I become wary.
Fearing myself, I hide myself within my hut.
Unknown loads, involuntarily, I carry.
I flatter, in the name of cool conversation.
I demand respect instead of commanding it.
Virtues, in day-to-day life, find degradation.
Values, like salt-tinged iron, corrode bit-by-bit.
Selfishness and self-righteousness find their zenith
Deception, like the mirage, misleads the conscience.
Truthfulness has turned into an obsolete myth.
Tolerance faces herein constant remonstrance.
Stress, strain, sadness, and sorrow prosper and flourish.
All that had been considered good becomes rubbish.
O’ dear look-
the garden of lilac
and cheery is
alive
But- butterfly is dead
bees are flying
distractedly
Lover and beloved
on opposite doors
of garden
News are fractured
in fractional
lands
You’re walking
against feelings
on tears
I'm walking afar
on the queue
of ants
The soaked river
shore rubs out
memory
The soggy footstep
misleads our
feelings
The sun is going
behind the lap
of mountain
No fragrance of
wonderful news
in my inbox
Per bit of breath
feels lonely in the
orbit of moon
Cheap wine’s dealer
is coming in
boozy odors
Macadam, rocks and
pebbles plays game
of shock together
For next day all
words lock up
my ink pot
For coming back you
and wonderful news
I'm waiting
-October 30, 2018 Chattogram