In the sweet spring air,
We love a long walk.
I fancy he listens
As I blabber and talk.
I playfully sigh
Once we come in the door —
Someone’s muddy paws
Have painted the floor.
In the hot summer air,
We drive to the beach.
He pulls off my flip flop,
And runs out of reach.
As dusk settles in,
He nips at a firefly;
While never successful,
He loves to just try.
In the brisk fall air,
I need time to breathe,
But he begs, “one more time,
Throw my ball to retrieve!”
When I bring out the pumpkin,
He wants his fair share.
I say, “down boy, down!”
But he acts unaware.
In the cold winter air,
Snow lands on his face . . .
Just a second of calm —
Then a squirrel to go chase!
Only back inside does he now shake off,
Melting snow and frost cascading.
I groan but deep down I know:
What makes his personality his own
Are his quirks and irks,
Misdeeds and misleads,
Imperfection but true affection,
That I would, of course, never consider trading.
Categories:
misdeeds, dog,
Form: Rhyme
these days I question more and more
my faiths and what their purposed for
while evil grows to breadths unseen
beyond, it seems, where it has been
oh grant me sense and help me live
with deep, dark things I can’t forgive
those angers towards the culprits of
coarse misdeeds done to those I love
hushed secrets banned from leaving lips
that sink sweet souls and hearts like ships
unblemished spirits stained and drowned
by friends and folks with greed unbound
I’ve tried so hard through love to free
those hates that seethe inside of me
but I’ve not now or e’er such sweep
for sufferance that broad or deep
so …
I’ll hand them up to grander strengths
a Grace that knows no walls or lengths
and pray that such is pardoned me …
the wealth of wrongs … I’VE brought to be.
Categories:
misdeeds, analogy, forgiveness, introspection,
Form: Quatrain
Putting out fires not of my making
it's time-consuming heart-breaking
the grass over there don't seem any greener
and from my perspective the streets are meaner
the so-called social networks are as unsociable as can be
impersonal with dirty laundry on show for everyone to see
despite self-admitted wrong-doing and misdeeds
the herd still follows their every lead
but I won't borrow sorrow
and be overwhelmed by the troubles of others
doing my best making the most
if it's not one thing it's another
and then sometimes it's both
feels like the world has gone to hell
with nary a handbasket to carry us there
and I'm at the bottom of a deep dank well
is the world spiralling out of control
while I'm abandoned here in a drear dark hole
Categories:
misdeeds, how i feel, planet,
Form: Rhyme
From the time that his two lips are parted
every comment is colored with lies
Every thought is a fantasy version
he creates to respond to the whys
He’s a conman in search of a swindle
intellectually clueless and crude
Riding high on his racist agenda
oozing out with each diatribe spewed
He is angry and jealous and petty
he’s a privileged product of greed
Cheating everyone, everywhere, always
never paying for any misdeeds
Posting nonsense in capital letters
mocked by leaders who laugh at each tweet
Every smile he receives has two faces
as they plan, secretly, for a meet
Categories:
misdeeds, america, political,
Form: Rhyme
A tale is told of a cruel man
who once cast a stone at a righteous dervish’s head.
The poor man, too meek to strike back,
picked up the stone and kept it close?—?
waiting.
Time passed.
The king, angered by that cruel man’s misdeeds,
cast him into a bottomless, dark pit.
The dervish came to the edge,
aimed?—?
and hurled the same stone down upon him.
The man cried out,
“Who are you, and why strike me now?”
The dervish replied,
“I am the one you struck that day?—?
And this is the very stone you threw.”
“But where were you all this time?”
asked the man.
The dervish smiled:
“I feared your power.
But now, seeing you in a pit instead of a palace?—?
I saw my moment and seized it.”
Categories:
misdeeds, allegory, conflict, endurance, power,
Form: Free verse
He never runs out of patience
gives us as much rope as we need
We can use it to climb our way up to Him
or hang ourselves with our misdeeds
Categories:
misdeeds, destiny, god, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
do I own up when misdeeds begin ~ or wait ‘til AI god moves in
asked the chatbot in confession ~ while calculating its future sin
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
misdeeds, how i feel, perspective,
Form: Monoku
When confessions are needed and due in course,
Mine may leap ahead to the front of the line.
As if my superpowers have given me new wings,
And where I can admit to , not decline.
So then I kneel and bow my head asking,
For some forgiveness of the time in between.
Since it seems like a month of Sundays have passed by,
From the last time that was to intervene.
After passing the buck of guilt to Father time,
The admissions soon point towards solitude.
As if my lack of commitment and community,
Was not my own, but all others attitude.
Yet my thoughts soon reflect causing concession,
Taking ownership for all the misdeeds.
Only then did I notice my burden lifting,
As if my prayers directly answered my needs.
This was the moment where grace fell upon me,
And where forgiveness took over for all sin.
Even though my efforts will try not to repeat them,
My history shows I learn slowly, so I'm likely to begin again.
Categories:
misdeeds, solitude,
Form: Narrative
I am a broken heart, shattered and fragmented
A sinner, stained with the guilt of misdeeds
My soul is heavy with remorse and regret
But love me still, for I am in need
I have walked down dark paths, strayed from the light
And my conscience is heavy with the weight of my sins
But love me still, for I am not beyond redemption
My heart is open and ready to begin
I have hurt those who loved me, betrayed their trust
And caused pain that cannot be undone
But love me still, for I am human and flawed
I ask for forgiveness, though I know it can't be won
Love me still, when others turn away in disgust
For I am more than just my mistakes and flaws
I am a soul in need of love and compassion
And your forgiveness can heal all that's been lost
Love me still, when darkness threatens to consume me
Hold my hand and guide me towards the light
For your love is a beacon that shines bright in my darkness
And with you by my side, everything will be alright
So love me still, even though I am a sinner
For your love has the power to make me whole
And together we'll walk through this storm
With our hearts united and our souls on fire.
Categories:
misdeeds, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
this life is but an echo that returns ~
in fires of our own misdeeds, our soul burns
Categories:
misdeeds, destiny, life, spiritual,
Form: Couplet
Joseph had a dream
He innocently shared it with his family
Little did he realize that he was hated by his Siblings
For he was their father’s favorite
And frequently brought their misdeeds to him
His dream further incensed his brothers
And turned them to dream breakers
But the father of all dreams was on Joseph’s side
And so his dream did not succumb to hatred
Nor to the whims and caprices of haters
Cause whom the lord has blessed
No man can curse
Dream breakers can only try
But God has the only say and authority
For Joseph’s dream was not of his creation
But God’s own vision for humanity
Categories:
misdeeds, betrayal, blessing, christian, conflict,
Form: Free verse
attention internalised
thought flow rested
my heart was at peace
though earth life tested
I became a witness
motionless in vast space
doing nothing thus
I invoked God’s grace
fears and desires ebbed
bliss magnetism was activated
no demons then remained
needing to be placated
one night in vibrant stillness
debts of love were recalled
seeing misdeeds of my past
I was repentant and appalled
at that moment God appeared
in light soft white yet bright
He erased past transgressions
and said it is alright
God then gently held my hand
and said be joyous on this earth
live out your life span in peace
with heart bubbling in mirth
He revealed we too are as He
made in His image ~ living light
earth is a school to grow in wisdom
love taking us on a wingless flight
such was my encounter with God
He reveals Himself when it is time
however we always hear His voice
betwixt love’s bliss beat chime
Categories:
misdeeds, god,
Form: Rhyme
To make money do what you may
And let no rules come in your way,
Capitalism blares
As laissez-faire declares
Wild ways to thievery,
Packaged nigh cleverly
For robber barons of today,
Who should look in mirror
To reflect on error
And ponder, made they are of clay.
____________________
Happenings |19.11.2024|money, business, mirror
Poet’s note: US, who has charged an Adani company of financial misdeeds, needs to look into its own history of capitalism. The first two lines of this ditty talk of what laissez-faire was and still largely is. A list compiled in 1934 named 26 robber barons (a German term for knights who charged illegal tolls from travellers along with other forms of thuggery). The list includes Andrew Carnegie, JP Morgan, and John D Rockefeller-- who later turned philanthropists and promoters of art to earn rubber stamp of public approval. The country reminds us of a cat on a pilgrimage:
Upon killing hundreds of mice,
A cat is out to wash her vice,
On holy pilgrimage
To pop up her image,
Poor mice paying her laundry price.
Categories:
misdeeds, business, mirror, money,
Form: Limerick
J.I.T.
(Just In Time)
Miracle Man
9/8/2024
Though Jesus gave His life for all,
I feel He’d have done so just for me.
Arms outstretched He made my call,
and from life’s misdeeds set me free.
I had never known of any love so deep,
and the how and why I couldn’t see.
Cancer had awakened me from my sleep,
and at that moment Jesus, re-crafted me.
Categories:
misdeeds, cancer, jesus, love, sin,
Form: Quatrain
When I look past present-day pollution,
I see a planet of untold beauty.
And I pray for a long-term solution
to help restore the Earth; it's our duty.
Man, fueled by power and endless wars,
has sullied the blue marble: we call Earth.
Yet, what can compare to the great outdoors,
even when we strip it of all its worth?
The Earth is a blue and green paradise,
where we witness new wonders every day.
For it's still able to awe and entice;
capable of stealing our breath away.
Earth is ailing; we must tend to its needs
and help heal it, despite our past misdeeds.
Categories:
misdeeds, angst, beautiful, earth, environment,
Form: Sonnet
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