Miscalculated Poems | Examples

Bikini

1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew

Divine Madness

Never do we dream of the once-upon-a-somber-song to fade away,
as moments from the milky moon begin to twirl and sway.
A murky mist of miscalculated mystery makes haste,
sneaking its way along the deserted hallways of locked gates,
weakening the rustic joints of porcelain pillars straight down to untouched floors.

Why must it wait for the sun to be its guide?
For in the darkness, love too can be the greatest tide.
Can the curiosity of a claw discover the depths of a divine madness?
Or could these fangs find themselves vehemently festering
in the corners of unwelcome elements?

Let a limb take its quest along the walkway to the endless sea.
Taste the tortured tears crawling down these decaying knees.
Hold unflinchingly to the fire that aches to roar—
do not let it scream, for it conjures for more.

Time can prepare a frozen glass to let little condescensions
slide down an auburn wood.
Yet something about a restless evening
makes an iron fist feloniously curl up,
as if it so sensationally should.

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Jack Be Nimble

...or Jack be walking funny for a while...

Jack was nimble,
And Jack was quick,
But he miscalculated
That candlestick.
It was skinny and tall,
He was thick and quite small.
When he lit,
It was with an undignified bump,
With a blister
The size of his fist on his rump.
Then a notion occurred
To this game little actor,
Before he tries it again,
Jack will use a protractor.

The Darkness Drops Again

It seems as though the world is shutting down,
Things happening that simply don’t compute.
The present curdles, turns a sepia brown.
Current affairs – a tree with rotten fruit.
The nineteen thirties seem to rise again
But through a looking glass where left is right,
And cowards gag the obvious refrain:
Do not go gentle into that good night.
William Butler Yeats, obsessed with gyres,
Miscalculated by a few decades,
Nor did his slouching beast conspire with liars.
But prophesy shines bright before it fades
On those whose lives the years will not condemn,
Who fight for more than just Jerusalem.

Decisions

Decisions go along with time limits
 that has to be met on a daily.
 Limitless possibilities and determination 
 combined  with the outcomes of some
 to be put in motion. Decisions 
 are often stated time is an illusion 
 at a length  of time awaits for no one.

Miscalculated oft times  likely
ensues forming hasty decisions, One's 
mind operates under it's  own conception
on it's own decisions.

Elitist's Outcome

Elitist's Outcome

America is crumbling
Invasions almost complete
They're silencing all our voices
Our rights trying to deplete
Freedom's quickly dwindling
Indoctrination the way
Corruption's all that's left
As our arms are stripped away
Intentionally leaving us helpless
Defenseless and the prey
Politician's bloodied hands
Traitors who have led us astray
Coming electronic shutdowns 
All communications lost
Intentionally poisoned waters
Famine's our inevitable cost
Embedded foreigners attacking
A bloody civil war
World powers invading
Devastation shore to shore
Elitists in their bunkers
Nuclear holocaust ensues
Their population reset
Genocide quickly accrues
But when the dust settles
And they slither from their lairs
To digest all their spoils
As Earth's new supreme heirs
Unfortunately their utopia
Was grossly miscalculated
Dismissing God's tribulation
His wrath was not anticipated
Now they see their final fate
Left here to suffer and dwell
With scorched bodies and endless pain
In this dismal abyss He made Hell

'pretty Boy'

Johnny is a 'pretty boy'
    radiates the purest joy
  Unfortunately, these days
    all the girls assume he's gay  

  So, Johnny decides to start a fight
    to prove he sports a wicked right
  Problem is, Johnny miscalculated
    Picked a kick-boxer ~ castrated

Civilian Casualties of War

The war crimes in Ukraine 
             Is a monstrosity
          It's the devil at work 
        The piper must be paid 
         A despot gone berserk

      The war crimes in Ukraine
          Is far beyond the pale 
       What was Putin thinking? 
             He miscalculated
    Troops he deployed, shrinking
    
      The war crimes in Ukraine 
      Is watched the world over
         It's hard to look away 
     Dead bodies on the ground;
      Soon they'll start to decay 

      The war crimes in Ukraine 
         Can be called genocide 
        Awful truth came to light,
            Absolutely shocking 
         Russia will lose this fight


Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Death
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 04/06/2022

Eyeglass and Sunglass

I went to a huge gift shop for handcrafts
I brought my naughty five year old niece, Raft
Leaving my home by car in a rush
Made me forget to wear my eyeglass
I bumped into one of the clear glass doors- so daft!

My niece, so little but had lots of hearty laugh
To my embarrassing bump better than gaffe
I carried her to an ice cream corner
Yet, I couldn’t control her laughter
‘Til a scary mascot came close with a toy giraffe.

The sixth time I joined a group tour of teachers
I wore dark sunglasses despite the gloomy weather
Passing around bags of snacks in the bus
First were sweets then a plastic for trash
I’d fumbled at the later and got a chocolate wrapper

My friend who sat beside me kept on laughing
So proud of the new sunglasses she’s wearing
When we alighted from the bus
I assisted her as if we’re in class
Miscalculated our steps, we ended up screaming.
 

Jan 27, 2022   8:51pm



Funny Memories
Contest Judged:  1/28/2022 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Place 3

December First

It snowed last night, first fall of the year.
Taking out the trash,
there I am, dozing in a garden swing set
deep within July.

Mother of pearl eyes
above the clouds…it could be another year.
July in a London park
lying next to your soft brown hair
wisps of humid gentleness in a public place.
Snow falls onto my eyelids.

The trash is from Madrid
there are straw birds and the ruins
of several cathedrals in it.
It should be heavier
but the Iberian condors add a weightlessness
to all things too heavy to bear
across a backyard asphalt.
The chill bones on the swing set rattle,
icicles drip from blue eye sockets.

You are singing in the kitchen again,
coral lips savoring what you have yet to cook.
A skein of geese are crossing over
a heaped pile of clouds and frozen spires.
Reclining shorts and a T
rustle in a summer breeze, then freeze.

Just taking out something
to send it away
takes many years of scratch
and scrabble,
when you get there
it could be the time or the season
discarding your lost days
or you may have miscalculated
the accumulation
that gathers around the beginning of December
when the snow comes early.

On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things

On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things

Across the Tundra, lemmings race
To the cliff, then over the face.

The prevailing theory laments
That this is not mass hysteria
But miscalculated judgment
In migratory behaviour.

And I watch my neighbours hoarding
Lest they should find themselves wanting;
Epitomes of ascendancy
Clipped to animistic qualities.
Flailing arms scurry to the abyss
Repeating, ‘The sky is falling!’

And I, a social misfit, surmise,
Deluded prank on the populace.

Moorland Path

The path between myself and the distant man 
twists and turns. There are gullies and ridges
hags and troughs, a hoary dusk.

We are converging. He has my hat and clothes, 
my resemblance.

Once I miscalculated;
I was out on the trackless moors too late, 
darkness fell
I had to lose myself to find myself.

The figure is waving, not in greeting but warning.
As we draw nearer the sky darkens,
suddenly he is gone.

Later I look from a dark window and wonder 
which of us came home?

Making Things Happen

Making Things Happen
Written: by Miracle Man
11-26-2019

When we’re not renowned we have no retinue,
So making things happen is what we must do.
“where there’s a will there’s a way” even if we’re late,
Being late generally happens when we hesitate.

Some days we can’t catch ample wind in our sails,
Perhaps we’ve miscalculated what the task entails.
We let pride hinder us from seeking assistance,
and we only prevail when we practice persistence.

Choose To Abuse News and Loose

Choose To Abuse News and Loose

Could be we were told that if you choose,
To talk about it and then abuse the news,
And waited;
Miscalculated;
More than likely probably surely did loose.

Jim Horn

Thinking Out Loud

Dont get it twisted I love my son with all my heart & my heart break every time we depart but the more I deal with his mom I feel like I miscalculated the next to the last pump & I know saying that  out loud makes me sound like a punk but if you knew the story  your theory would be debunked

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