Accountability is like a signature
that puts one's name directly behind a promise;
When the stamp of fault has left its mark,
the hands of guilt cannot hide the mess.
Accountability is like luggage
that carries the consequences of what we choose;
The suitcase of error exposes the blunder,
revealing what the bearer tries to refuse.
Accountability is like a camera
that captures and preserves the evidence;
When the lens of mistake witnesses the crime,
the picture of proof reveals grave offense.
Accountability is like a hook
that lets results catch up with those who do wrong;
The snare of slips silently sits and waits to trap
with a string of detection, swift and long.
Accountability is like a calculator
that computes the end result;
When the keypad adds every miscue,
on the screen, it will display the fault.
I'm at the entrance of you,
and I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to begin
to try to find my way in
without making a disqualifying miscue.
A blooper, a blunder, a bungle, a botch
A miscue, a misstep, misjudgment and more
A faux pas, a boo-boo, a bumble for sure
A miscalculation, a miscomputation, grade goes down a notch.
Fantasies glisten. Wealth untold.
Dimly clear; seen near and afar.
Wee men; chase around pots of gold.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
She wishes; he’d only listen.
When lovers drift. They drift bizarre.
Act out; miscue the rendition.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
He utters “turn the other cheek.”
Sneakers; lacing up the crossbar.
I pray he makes it through the weak.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
Don’t let distractions go too far…
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
A SNIPERS TALE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
My spotter and I form a highly efficient crew
Dedicated to eliminating those menacing you
We take up position under the cover of night
Then search for the sniper hidden from sight
Scour the terrain for any sight of his presence
Find him first, for he finds us, requires patience
Searching for any movement, any change of hue
Same warning applies to us, avoids, a fatal miscue
Suddenly there is a glimmer, a reflective light
His concealed location is now completely in sight
Now to sit and wait for him to make a mistake
This constant monitoring, so hard to stay awake
We instructed the unit to put a lure, a bait
The sniper responded there was no time to wait
He exposed himself totally within my sight
Squeezing the trigger, he dropped out of sight
Mission accomplished on to the next assignment
Doing my job without personal involvement
Someday when I’m older and wiser. I may wonder
Was this carnage necessary or a lethal blunder
Had I been the loser my mother would be stricken with pain
The snipers mother surely reacts exactly the same, in pain
Young men killing each other, humanity’ shame
Do not let any gossip get on you!
Do not chew gossip pieces like a cashew
or cause your true mood to lift or subdue!
Please do not pursue a friendly gossip review
from others who cannot add or subtract one clue
to avoid a stressed fight or flight gossip miscue.
Gossip trash is someone's self-dramatic mildew -
their dollops of traumatic vomit, toxic stew.
Rise above all false and farce words construe
for such slurs are source glued, not screwed to you!
Finally walking with a cane to steady myself
Self-image delayed my usage but my need has swelled
Unsteadiness is the issue
So to avoid a miscue
Health is more important than image, who gives a hell
Little words the broken hearted heal
Little smiles the morose comfort
Little deals prime movers seal
Little irritations sometimes stray into the fort
Where they wreak havoc
Instead of sowing care
In circumstances where cavok
Would minimize the despair
Felt in hearts lost in a sea of doubt
Sown helter skelter
Among slaves to gout who tout
Diffidence in a dark shelter
Where hope comes to the rescue
At the eleventh hour
Cutting short a queue where a miscue
Attempts to desiccate the flower whose power
Restores the pristine state
In which hearts smile
Serrating hurdles and bundles of blues in a haste
To ascertain bliss and peace of mind increase beyond the hundredth mile in style.
G-iving an alibi or reason
R-esults to another miscue;
E-xcuses are just flimsy,
T-hey have little worth or value.
H-ow can giving an alibi
E-xempt one from liability?
L-iars are fathered by Satan, as they have no plausibility.
T-welfth of February Monday,
A-dmit your lapse neath the sky;
G-auzy plea pleases not God,
R-efrain from giving an
A-libi.
You had the numbers.
The reverse trends begins-
with uneasy and dark ambush.
A fatal miscue. You
will get the message.
The fingerprints will stay on the wall.
Enduring the onslaughts.
Remaining sky-clad I
will wander in your arms.
Fighting with the curves,
on sleepy islands, will
you hail my outstanding landing ?
The revelation has a price.
You will not open the envelope
till I am dead.
Satish Verma
The white rose she held
simply untimely miscue
dumped its white pale skin
in its prime, pierced her heart
this very day, and many more
with spun fancies that she dreams
in her sleep, she did run
as her heart did break
like the
white beautiful rose
that she was...
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