Closed in the jar of fantacy, Of my own utopian sphere, Where, In the hands of divinity all the complexions lie. The moral world with no misdeed. Here, domains don't get old, No fret and wonder what the future will hold. Life goes blissfully as butterfly, With every gleeful entities on earth. The sphere of eternal love and peace, same as beautiful ceaseless sky. Engrossed by the idol beauty of the sphere, I forgot about the real one. Suddenly, the jar of fantacy broke, As I realized and awoke
Categories:
misdeed, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
The endless possibilities/
Of trust issues begin with only/
One trust to be broken or betrayed/
Promises made, confessions of love/
Relationships gone wrong/
One seed of deceit/
Grows into a tree of hate/
Eyes only seeing deception/
That may or may not be there/
Trust alone can make one/
Believe in forever/
And love will prevail above all/
One misdeed, a broken promise/
So many false words/
Covered with a silver tongue/
A hint of doubt/
One action big or small/
Makes no difference/
Given a chance, it will consume thoughts/
Dominating the ability to think/
Straight, causing wrecks/
Of every kind/
Something that hangs in the/
Balance of our life/
In this life or death/
Trust issues will either/
Make you or break you/
Categories:
misdeed, betrayal, break up, emotions,
Form: Free verse
In my youth's frolic at King Lear and Pi
all my daze was a Shakespearean tale.
Not algebra, not prose did edify
yet test and limits we pass lest we fail.
To learn and open closed minds to ideas
but I learnt before a fall comes a pride
with a conspiracy one alone bears
yet co-conspirators had much to hide.
For each lame alibi concealed misdeed,
each mad ruse and jape blotted my ledger
but we all do a true life lesson heed
when worn is a cowl or crown to measure.
Comic is the court and jester in school
but better a wise king than a wise fool.
Written: May 1992
Pics above: That's me in high school
with a couple friends.
The year is 1977 and
we are just 16 years old.
You see, I had hair once!
Categories:
misdeed, school, youth,
Form: Sonnet
for thy misdeed
I bleed,
in the fertile clay
Like ungerminated seed.
Categories:
misdeed, abuse, adventure, allusion, america,
Form: Quatrain
Knowing not who we are, how to proceed ~
Soul's weary from misdeed after misdeed
30-October-2022
Categories:
misdeed, introspection, sin,
Form: Couplet
Weaving the literary loom
Words marry, blends warp and weft;
Fell in love a splendid groom
Soon his death leaves her bereft,
In haste writes of worldly broom.
She wrote of flame on chilly nights
Old men reliving the war;
Victims all of infinite fights
Witness the scars on faces they wore
How they jest to shroud phobic plights.
Life began a thread from the womb
Now her misdeed that of old?
She sits in her lonely room
Case of dementia, we are told
A silhouette of life’s long bloom.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
misdeed, care,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
None rankle me like a parent so blind,
he or she that see what they choose to see.
O readers, I beg of that rudest kind
must they breed so damn prolifically?
A time to be seen, a time to be heard,
such should be the nature of kids and kings -
and patience tempered with an ordered word
in the battle of wills and childish things.
All I ask of you children of the corn
is hold your quicksilver tongues as a rule,
but every minute a jackass is born
who will play up, play dumb, and play the fool!
Thus a child not chastised in transgression
is schooled in misdeed and not the lesson.
Written: June 1991
Categories:
misdeed, children, parents,
Form: Sonnet
Quote is by Mohandas K. Ghandi
You have an eye on something that you like,
but someone gets it first, and just for this,
you want revenge! An awful thought – to strike
them would feel nice! But that thought you dismiss.
Although your eye was on that prize, you know
it only ends up messy if you do
a thing unlawful. You’re still angry, so
You start making plans. You think things through.
The scheme you come up with is infantile.
You get your vengeance, acting most unkind.
The whole world keeps on spinning. All the while,
most people to your misdeed have stayed blind.
You can’t feel good! That is no way to live.
To know peace, people must learn to forgive.
Jan. 30, 2022
For William Kekaula's Keola Secret Ka-Ching - Cash Cash Cash Poetry Contest
Categories:
misdeed, forgiveness,
Form: Sonnet
Greed, a vampire, we chose to feed
Desire addiction, we did breed
It has shrouded, light of our soul
How then to redeem, our misdeed
We’ve strayed away from our life role
Heart cries out, wishing to be whole
Frankenstein feeds off our life force
Pushing us into a dark hole
We now stand still, filled with remorse
Negating feral thought forms coarse
End commotion, by cessation
Heeding not vampire, shouting hoarse
Silence, our orientation
Endless, vibrant meditation
Fear falls away, we cease to sway
Flowing thus in jubilation
Bright blue skies replace, dark clouds grey
Divine love and light, our mainstay
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
Day and night, to God’s glory pray
17-November-2021
''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
misdeed, desire,
Form: Rubaiyat
Again, I'll bear the consequences
and endure just enough
to leave you the choice;
I'll change at last,
and nevertheless
I'll avoid putting myself
a similar question,
" Where it begins, it never ends. "
You'll misunderstand the words
of somebody defending it
from the prejudices that start
with the anger feeding in myself;
however, I'll show concern
and offer you a shoulder to lean on
forevermore, or as long as hope lives.
How many times
Did I suffer alone for that cruel misdeed?
" Where it begins, it never ends "
still has importance
for my endurance;
how many times
did I wound up sad longing for a true friend?
" Where it begins never ends,"
we must continue this journey
to find out which joys will be ours:
if they ever will be part of reality.
At this point, I shouldn't care
and worry about what may happen next;
at this point, I wouldn't dare
to steal the last kiss and leave so fast.
Categories:
misdeed, betrayal, emotions, endurance, friend,
Form: Lyric
God almighty of generations all,
who did witness great empires rise and fall.
We gladly wait for thy eternal reign,
when saints martyred will beam with smiles unfeigned.
God immortal of centuries ageless,
whose dexterity carved our global ball.
When will thy saints the new earth inherit?
where conduct is guided by thy spirit.
God universal of all earth's races,
who ingeniously made different faces.
We anxiously wait for contempt to cease
in our world of disdain and fragile peace.
God magnanimous of fields succulent,
who buried riches in lands opulent.
We thy loyal flock seek living water,
help us oh, Lord thy great laws to master.
God the merciful of love undeserved,
who through Christ the entire human race served.
Mercifully hear us thy servants plead.
Help us obliterate each carnal misdeed.
Categories:
misdeed, christian, god,
Form: Rhyme
Within ageless canyons we hold our breath.
Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death?
Santana stampedes, pariah unchained.
‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Chased from our homes and all else that we own,
Panicked we flee, to a refuge unknown.
Behind us a past we can never forget
The clear hills of May, June’s swallows…regret.
Sparked up by nature, mishap or misdeed
Transmission line wires sing songs we must heed.
Flora in peril. Restore what is left!
Redeem our planet for which we’ve been blest.
Wildfires delivering whirlwinds of flame.
Let’s pledge to assure renewal sustained.
Categories:
misdeed, earth, environment, fate, fire,
Form: Sonnet
There was once a president of strong will
Who didn't wish to swallow defeat's pill
Started an insurrection
For his power's protection
He even thought some congressmen to kill?
Fortunately, his scheme did not succeed
Thus, finally, he was forced to concede
He packed things ready to go
His ego took a huge blow
Now he has to be judged for his misdeed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2018
Categories:
misdeed, leadership, political, power,
Form: Limerick
He blooms intimacy with her,
She got captivate and left unheard,
She kept on weeping and uttering
It led her to stress and discomfort,
He sat stable, greedy, needy of wanting more affection,
he didn't acquaint with her love,
Her notion lead on to put one's trust in faith and reliance,
She then executed her sense of awareness,
He wasn't interested in her, all he had a fancy for her anatomy and bodywork.
He framed her in his misdeed,
She insisted to stop and let her wannabe,
She grew stronger with no strings attached,
Her mortality got split into the illumination of Facts.
One fine day, a flame of inspiration gazed her intonation,
She reflected the melody of a light walker in preconception.
Her milestone of reaching heights were different patterns of rhythm and pauses,
All she flourished with a set of behavioural interventions and causes.
Categories:
misdeed, deep, emotions, fate, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Stomped by intruding and invasive breed,
Foul footprint of this year is a misdeed -
Two weighty boots with heavy tread
Stirred quite a lot of dirt and dread.
COVID and DONALD just will not concede!
November 23, 2020
Categories:
misdeed, political, world,
Form: Limerick
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