Mischiefs Poems | Examples

childhood days

Who knows where have gone the days of childhood, 
when we too used to be children.
There was no worry or worry, he used to play in his mother's lap.

I used to pass the time in small mischiefs.
Neither felt hungry nor thirsty, used to play the whole day.

When I couldn't sleep, my mother used to sing lullabies.
She used to put me to sleep saying go to sleep my king son.

Childhood days were very strange, till the time we used to sleep.
There was no time to get up, nor any kind of restriction.

In this cycle of time, life spent in confusion.
The word responsibility is big, childhood was far away from it.

Who knows where have gone the days of childhood, 
when we too used to be children.

A Visit from the Grandkids

They look at you with their shiny bright eyes
They smile at you through their adorable styles
They run around the house doing cute little mischiefs
They fill your heart with so much delight

They hug you with soft soothing cuddles
They charm you through their sweet gabbles
They make you laugh by their innocent giggles
Aren’t grandkids simply marvels?

They entertain you with their amusing dialogues
They treat you with their pretend-play monologues
They amuse you with their hilarious stories and talks
Aren’t grandkids simply a bliss to your heart?

They make you think by their curious expressions
They help you stay focused by their enthusiastic observations
They enhance your knowledge by their naïve questions
Aren’t grandkids truly an inspiration?

The Timestamp

A day goes by in a wink,
Did I maybe have a heavy drink?
How Did I end up here among these shrinks?
For, everyone seems to know and say what I think.

My thoughts go wandering
To the good old days so mesmerizing.
We had our share of mischiefs and wrong doings,
Yet things always looked to turn out gleaming.

Were those memories of lost past?
Or of a different dimension for this universe is Vast.
The times I had basked in peace come at me so fast,
I am left standing at the edge wondering why did they not last?

A week passes by and so does a decade
I look for an escape that could end this façade.
I twist and turn on my bed hoping my existence would fade
Hoping I could simply wake up on the other side of this arcade.

For Oscar On His 12th Birthday

Beloved is the heart of gold cast in he
  whose dear life for would my own sacrifice -
how quick its forge and youthful alchemy
  heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
In time the tempered blade becomes the man
  yet I brazen youth’s mischiefs will see past
when greater filled do your length of days span
  and wider does your gaze and shadow cast.
True is the countenance fair to behold,
  fairer still that golden beauty unseen -
hearken unto me the days of this world
  and let no fathered rebuke come between.
Lest you want after idols of this realm
seek our God and King in Jerusalem.


             Written: March 2012

The Will

A will is set up
So that
It is valid
So that no mischiefs
Will come in
So that no quarrels
Will arise
So that no snatch
Will happen
So that no court cases
Will be ushered in
So that the host
Will be always treated as a host 
So that a fair share
Will be drafted
And so that
Money and wealth
Will be a blessing for all

A Dream

Is death the border or end of life
Before a rebirth
Is life the border or end of death
After a rebirth
If a dream of hell is a bad omen
One has to stop mischiefs
If a dream of heaven is a good omen
One has to believe in good deeds
As hell is the reward of devil
As heaven is the gift of god
So as a blessing, my dear
May a dream of heaven 
Or something heavenly good
Is coming your way tonight
In return
May you please practise something good
In real life
In order to work or to prepare for 
A day of heavenly good 
Or a future journey to heaven
Maybe you have a lot of dreams
You want to build a simulation heaven here
But the heaven in the next world 
Can only be built by God
And surely, you'll need an entry approval

The Rose

Beautiful as the blossoming flower
Prickly as the thorns 
To every undertaking 
There may be some difficulties
To every gift
There may be a request
To every offer
There may be some mischiefs
To every good deed 
There must be some sincerity
To every love
There must be a promise
To every request
There must be a reasonable reason
And to every prayer
There'll be an awesome answer 
From the Almighty

True Myth

TRUE MYTH
   
It's you I love 
It's you I adore 
Aww! Why dost thou keep me ignore?
I thought you gave it a second thought.
I thought me you loved before
Not knowing it was just for friendship and nothing more.

My pain, My Relief
Memories of you wanders in my mind.
I haven't slept a wink
I keep me awake just to see you sleep
Your enchanting nearness to me 
Like a heavenly Bliss.
How I so crave for your kiss.

It's real,
It's genuine,
It's love.
It's you I love, my belove
Yes I do feel the pressure
I seek ye not for only pleasure
You're my treasure.

My Agony, My Relief
They say "Men don't cry"
Yet over you I grief
How I wonder why me you've caused 
So much mischiefs.
Love me for once, even just a brief.

You're superfine
My sunshine,
My shimmering wine.
My adoration for thee is divine.
Thou dost labour because of thee
What's mine is surely thine.

I'm neat not rough.
I'm gentle, I bluff.
I'm noble, I don't puff 
Finesse I have enough 
Oh! I wonder why to love me is tough
My Relief,
All I have felt is pain 
Alas! What will be my gain?
If all what we shared was all in vain.

    ~PhilzDpoet~

Chiefs of Mischiefs

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom

Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad

Pastoral Reminisce

Listerning to pings of the cattle bells
In the lower velds full of pungent smells
Soothed by sounds of cooing doves
Startaled bunnies and wild goose

Remember the silences of the  Chiremba hills
Infested with colonies  of pricking thorns
Where we Learnt and practice hunting drills
Afraid of voodoos  of the Sacred stones
Cheering battles of fighting foes

Pitching on bouders and climbing trees
Humming flows and Singing blues
Traditional Beats by  clapping shoes
Gathering berries for cruel bullies
sneaking on giggling Girls along flowing rivers 
Drawn by mischiefs and their stimulus giggles

Odd Times

Odd times
 We live in a strange time a music festival and no audience
Actors playing to empty seats, football matches without
the usual horde egging on the players to score goals
the very banality of the sport tells us of lives’ uselessness
our existence is useless, so we invent something
of course, it could be worse, say, war and boundaries.
We divide the world into small parcels, those with the
Most prominent patch always wants more and create mischiefs
And lies.
But for now, these childish things have to wait for a virus
Is harvesting us humans and no matter where you go
It will find and often kill you.

Amour

I know all outward beauties like purest roses wear,
And summer's brief warmth like eddy breath fleets;
Shiniest pearls do with piling age outlive their time,
And give way to sad eternity’s far gleaming sweets.

Tales of more glittering gems felled by time's scythe
Can’t and won’t amend my love-warped mind's twist,
That lauds you immune to swift clocks’ antics blithe,
Mightier than meddling night’s beauty-dimming gist. 

Lover’s diction’s fantasy strings its eternizing tropes 
That dub your eyes undying stars in a deathless sky;
Your coy smiles birth phoenix sparks that hardly die, 
Indelible signal that real Love begets ageless hopes. 

 Infinite desire’s intense tics render your span longer
Than sudden death's shortened gloom and stronger;
Outwitting unfeeling graves’ opportunistic mischiefs,
Outfoxing timid decays and their love-thieving griefs. 

Let's love as shiny suns soar higher over fogging clouds,
While knavish darkness dreams on in its veiling shrouds.

Metamorphosis

We were in great pleasure, it deserves some praise
We play, we love in our early days
Those days were touching
And our hearts were filled nothing but joy
We use to color the neighbours wall
And show our painting skill
The very name we paint is
existing still
In classroom we studied nothing but mischiefs
We have launched many paper missiles
To our teachers head
We did mockery in absence of our teacher
Dance, sing, and play
And show our professionalism in mischief
Those pleasing joy excites other
Such a retrospect of our own delight
Such pleasure we will not obtain
Our innocent sweet simple years
Will not turn again

Look Up

Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.

Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle 
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun, 
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum. 

Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile, 
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!

11/04/2019

Your Authority

You oversee my deeds.
You examine my habits.
But you don't feel
What my heart feels.
And you are called the almighty,
Omnipotent, omnipresent and
Ever forgiving.
As if your forgiveness is the authority.
You robbed from me her fingerprints.
I walked out.
She didn't stop me.
And you went on a vacation.
And I am counted
Amongst the doomed, with
No hopes or redemption.
I know I will only live one lifetime.
And it is, almost, done.
I know not about heaven and hell.
It no longer matters
Where I will be when I am no more.
But I am glad I have loved and
Have been loved in excess.
I don't enjoy your hackneyed mischiefs.
For a change,
You better try your sermons on metallic aliens.

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