Long Misquoted Poems
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our day
Thursday
was always
our day until
as of late i made
the statement
close to landing
on the moon but mis
taken and both misquoted
"That's one small step for a man..."
leaps and
bounds later
i find i can't find
her yet know she's
there so back i go to
sleep
where
i will find
her seemingly
next to me yet i
leapt
didn't
she know
it was "a man"
on the moon and
breaking
up Houston
the real quote
"we've had a problem
here" but she's nowhere
near
nearly
falling back
into sleep but
needing to speak
or at
least write
it was today but
now not even tonight
but the early hours of Thursday
Form:
COUNTERINTUITIVE
One would think that news was real
At least it was, mostly, as in the past
Yet with A.I images on social media
And even a misquoted encyclopedia
The scale of deception is quite vast
With emoticons about how you feel
We believe what we want to believe
And welcoming an influencer’s role
Afraid that intuition has had its day
Who knows, or even cares, anyway
More sales or votes is now the goal
Now just shut the door as you leave
The disappearance of common sense
Did it not surrender or pay its taxes
It is a complicated world, of course
But who now ever checks the source
Today, no-one can remember faxes
Just a meme, intended for the dense
Don't count your days, make your days count for lost time is never again found.
If you want to see rainbows don't stare at the ground.
When everyone else walks out a friend will be first to walk in.
One finds a true treasure when one finds a true friend.
One ounce of Mother equals one pound of clergy.
Her love and concern will lessen your worry.
A teacher is paid to teach us to make a living but we learn how to live at home.
Teach a child honor and good common sense and he'll make you proud when he's grown.
It's better to attempt to do something and fail,
Than attempt to do nothing and prevail.
If God is your partner make big plans,
For when God is your partner the future is grand.
If your lips would keep from slips five things observe with care,
To Whom you speak, Of Whom you speak and How and When and Where.
Don't expect your kids to listen to your advice and ignore your example.
The way that you live gives ample example.
Life is what happens while your making other plans.
Be wise and prepare so through storms you can stand.
When opportunity knocks by some uncanny quirk,
It oft goes unrecognized it so resembles work.
Actions speak louder than words, it's true.
Though they doubt what you say folks believe what you do.
Well timed silence is more eloquent than words.
Folks who talk too much often go unheard.
If you keep your mouth shut you won't be misquoted.
The dog who barks the most is the one on the shortest chain.
We are prepared for great deeds by great trials.
What shouldn't be heard by little ears shouldn't be said by big mouths.
God's people are not without trial, nor are they without their God amid the trial.
This time,
Janice is wearing a priest collar
and I’m the altar.
She hisses when I open my Notes app
during communion,
calls me a heretic
for spellchecking my trauma.
I tell her my whole personality
is based on being misquoted.
She says no, babe. It’s based on needing
a witness and a warning sign.
Then she bites the rim off my coffee cup
and whispers the true name of God
into the ear of a raccoon I once dated.
She reads tarot using expired CVS receipts.
All the cards say return to sender.
I ask if that means my father.
She just shrugs
and duct-tapes a feather to my forehead
like it’s penance or war paint or both.
We co-author a manifesto
on a napkin stolen from a dive bar bathroom.
She titles it
Why We Don’t Cry During Apocalypse Drills Anymore.
Later, I catch her sobbing
to a podcast about deep-sea fish
that flash their own bodies
just to be noticed.
I ask if she’s okay.
She croaks,
do you even know what it’s like
to be evolution’s punchline.
Yes, Janice.
I call it middle school.
I call it dating men with lowercase ambitions.
I call it standing too long in the same place
and becoming part of the furniture.
By the time the sun decides
to ghost us for good,
Janice is already skywriting
with the last of my mascara:
don’t wait for closure—
just close the damn door.
I laugh like I mean it.
She screams like she doesn’t.
We steal a shopping cart,
fill it with unsent letters and beef jerky,
and ride it downhill into the end of everything.
I am finally the bird.
She is finally the girl.
And God
God is just someone we unfollowed
after a bad take on grief.
Indistinct, they circumnavigate in the raw ~
they’re thoughts unprocessed and unpolished
ethereal and feral, nothing more than impulses really
If it were up to me, I might drown in that sea of ambiguity
and forego all communication with the outside world
forever content staying confined to my private universe
In most instances I couldn’t be bothered
yet at times I’d almost want to scream to be heard
that’s when I’d want to be as loud and clear as I could be
But sometimes the words refuse to form
at times so deep they must be mined
and surface in their own time that can’t be rushed
So I write because it allows me to think at my own pace
I can capture what I feel, what I remember
I can seize it and can verbalize it
I write for different reasons
I write because most people
never ask what’s on my mind when the time’s right
or won’t wait for me to put my thoughts to words
I write because I want to say it right
I want to choose my words
not be misquoted
Mostly I write to capture time
time as a memory, time as a treasure
time as tangible, time as a toy to amuse
Mostly I write to be heard
I write so I can say I’ve done my part
I’ve said my bit and can’t be faulted for staying quiet
I write so I won’t die
without a voice, without saying my piece
without having said all I had to say
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2026
Actions speak louder than words, it's true.
Folks may doubt what you say but they'll always believe what you do.
Don't let the best you have done in the past be the standard for the rest of your life. Keep on truckin' . Practice makes perfect.
The greatest of all faults is to think you have none.
Jesus Said: "Cast your bread upon the waters and you will find that after many days it will return unto you."
But many people on remembering this will cast out a stale crust and expect cake in return.
The world's most disappointed people are those who get what's coming to them.
The trouble with some folks who give till it hurts is that they are so sensitive to pain.
We are prepared for great deeds by great trials.
Nature makes it impossible to learn the ropes without falling over them a few times.
Well timed silence is more eloquent than words.
If you keep your mouth shut you won't be misquoted.
A housewarming is to give a second chance to those who didn't send a wedding gift.
Fifty-one percent of being smart is knowing what you're dumb at.
Love is the only thing that power cannot command and money cannot buy.
He who gives when he is asked waits too long.
Glass, china and reputation are easily cracked and never well mended.
Many people have a good aim in life but fail to pull the trigger.
What shouldn't be heard by little ears shouldn't be said by big mouths.
Be content with your lot and don't try to be what you're not.
To be in step with the world is to be out of step with Christ.
It's not your Will that keeps you out of Heaven, it's your Won't.
"Virus" is a Latin word used by doctors to mean:
Your guess is as good as mine.
God's people are not without trial,
Nor without their God amid the trial.
POWER IN THE TONGUE
Words once spoken, have a life of their own
Quoted, or misquoted, perhaps written down
Emotion likely launched them from inception
Or a cold logical reasoning, in far fewer cases
Yet so rarely can erase their distinctive traces
But are measured in kind, by their reception
Sometimes just discarded like a broken crown
Especially when they suggest an empty throne
Yet there is an intrinsic power in the tongue
When words, if poorly chosen, cause offence
Even a quick recovery from a bumpy landing
And resonate with their own sort of rhythm
Whether they do accidentally cause a schism
But also, when summoning an understanding
As their true mission is to always make sense
From which layers of meaning can be wrung
Some can't imagine forever
So they came up with time and chance
The theory of evolution
Just one idea they advance
The Bible is not fantasy
Regardless what some may believe
The answers to our universe
A gift that we can all receive
Gateway to a meaningful life
It's crucial we take time to read
Although it's often misquoted
It's exactly what we all need
The book alone cannot save us
It's the marker that leads the way
To a special man named Jesus
Who did more than teach us to pray
Sacrifice gives us forever
Not limited by time and space
A special gift that we can't earn
We are all lost without his grace
Some may look at me as a fool
Who believes in a fairy tale
Still I know the reality
With my Savior I cannot fail
Don't sacrifice your forever
By believing a pack of lies
Trust in the Maker of man kind
His path is the one that is wise
I feared heights when I was a kid,
& as an adult, women and responsibilities are what I fear,
If heaven is in the skies,
Maybe one day I'll meet Him on Jebel Amianin,
When the urge to think,
Draws me close to Him.
It's weird how of all the million pages in a newspaper,
Children only scan the colourful pages,
Funny how I used to be that kid too,
Carefree and excited,
Yet now,
I can't help hating familiar places that once held dear memories,
Growth has two things,
Disappointments and misquoted statements,
They say bees flea smoke,
But what if smoke is the most polite language that tells the bees go away,
We sleep with hope of a colourful tomorrow,
But when we wake,
Tomorrow is a yesterday and the next a tomorrow.
Sometimes my future is the miraculous Mosaic bush in flames,
& I have high hopes a ram will appear and I'll I'll walk out the furnace,
But every waking morning,
None of these hopes,
Comes out of the smoke.
Now I grow from strength to strength just to fill someone's shoes,
For expectations— which always did exist
And needs, of no name— of many names,
Just like I'd drop a tear in the ocean,
And be tasked to find it.
A pair I can appreciate about growth,
Is that I can sew words and make a dress of it
& Coffee isn't off my boundary anymore,
So yes,
I'm living the best I can— one day a boy—the next a man.
When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet
Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parentally enforced family time to talk about
our day
To feast on such culinary delight's mother
used to burn as home made chips frozen
fish finger's and a choice of either tinned
baked beans or spaghetti hoops
Then when we're finally finished Dad would
go into the living room switch on the t.v
and watch the news
After that he would read his paper in order
to switch off and we would then get to watch
whatever was on 1 of the oh so many other
4 t.v channels
Only 1 singular t.v in the house shared
between our entire family permanently fixed
in the lounge.
And 1 singular telephone in the corner or
if you had one an entrance hallway
Both of which we're actually luxury's not
necessity dependant on if you could afford
to the bill and licence or electricity
And we weren't poor what we we're as
children was a little something called
happy and we'll adjusted
Which got me thinking about just how
different and far removed that time
was to current present day
Using the age old means of comparing
Apple's for Apple's regarding different
childhood's
To me growing up as a child what an
apple was or meant was bobbing or
ducking for at halloween , keeps the
doctor away and at it's best when it's
covered in sticky toffee candy
Fast forward to today the only Apple a
child knows comes in i - pad , pod , phone ,
watch or 4 in 1 form they carry about there
person constantly for companionship so
much so they can barely take the time to
talk or barely loook up
The same type of Apple that God warned
Eve all about not to try and eat for fear of
being kicked out
Because once you do there is no chance
of ever going back or a return to Eden
It's a place that only exists and can be
accessed by means of logging into Window's
or typing it into a search engine to look up ,
how exactly do you spell that is it
Bib-lol
Or by drinking how ever much Cider it
takes in order to pass out or forget
Reality is the new nightmare
So how do you like them Apple's now