A SONG FOR OUR YOUTHS
Look, time is swiftly on a rail
Nation in disarray
Youths gone astray
Children like X-ray
Clothes of hope fray
Everyday sound of gunshots
Our sense accustomed to it
As time grow short
conflict didn't realize it
As youthful age get rot
Graduates in bountiful supply
Jobs hidden in their greedy ward
Kept for their unborn to ply
Jobs less than humans afterward
Guns and internet now bread misapply
Rotty bread pushed forward
Tomorrow is our turn for leadership marry
Indeed we need to worry
But no need for the hurry
Leave the rail and let's create a lorry
Else the nation be in a sorry
©Kporho Vwede Daniel
(General Ali Official)
Categories:
misapply, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
This melancholy
Loveliness that one can spy
As peaceful drones fly
Trees they seem to sigh
The fair mountains kiss the sky
As cool raindrops cry
Apple of the eye
Sweetest fruit to see must try
Beautiful for aye
None but fields are nigh
Never far a friend nearby
No bond may untie
Feastings turned awry
Golden showers may not lie
That we too shall die
Grim reality
We so often misapply
Yet cannot deny
My eyes are not dry
For glad tidings why came I
To Malaybalay
Categories:
misapply, beautiful, death, nature, tree,
Form: Haiku
Extend a Helping Hand and Draw Back a Nub
By Elton Camp
Terrorists are examples of people like that
They don’t want any help, but only combat
If anything reasonable you should say or do
To your woe, you will learn their colors true
It really won’t do you any good even to try
For whatever you say, they will misapply
Some evangelical “christians” are like that
Try to reason and they will hit you, “Splat.”
Their views, on all others, they would force
And love to use the public schools, of course
If schools give other views, they cry “Fowl,”
While to get to impose theirs, they will howl
With legal American values, this never fits
Don’t give in to such lying, sneaky hypocrites
(This speaks, not about all Christians, but those who would impose their views on others, especially through the public schools. Their websites sometimes deliberately lie when reporting actions by the schools to prevent their domination.)
Categories:
misapply, religion,
Form: Rhyme
He stands at the side of a traffic-filled road
where pedestrians on the sidewalk are rarely found.
His spelling is poor; it takes time to decode.
Rings ‘round his eyes show the sorrows he’s drowned.
His cardboard sign has been streaked by rain,
but we know he’s asking for empathy.
By some he’s regarded quietly with disdain;
others open mouths, not hearts, to express enmity.
Would Christ have cast this humble man aside?
How is it so easy for passersby
not to share the burdens of one so denied
and the principals of Christianity misapply?
Categories:
misapply, sympathy,
Form: Rhyme