Misdemeanours Poems | Examples

Saving Love

The ghosts of past misdemeanours haunt me
chaining me to misery and greed,
a grotesque whispering of witless guilt
that stifles the sublime of the soul.

Damned demons howl around me,
frolicking in a deadly dance,
trying to put an incision on my brow :
“This miscreant belongs to us.”

The night grows nasty and terrifying,
wolves wail a woeful weeping song,
abominable bats blast off sucking blood,
and putrid smells block my nostrils with decay.
 
Suddenly a wayward wind dispels the clouds,
stars shine brightly up above.
A full moon shines through darkened trees,
a ray of mercy envelops my soul.

Hope lights my suffering soul.
I remember my mother's advice.
God created you to love and be loved.
Who can love me?  I ask.
Why He who created me....and you!

Eco-Warriors

You love animals - so now go and sleep with them,
stop moaning about oil, you're lucky we have some,
get off the racial kick, you're in motherland you dick,
put your airbrush away, better it should just be you.

I protest about people getting at me, let it wash
over you because the most of it is a load of tosh;
I store in my armoury for future use you just see, 
so beware one day I don't shake you from your tree. 

My wife is gifted with recall - it's frightening really,
because she remembers my misdemeanours clearly;
we say 'yes' to everything don't we to keep the peace,
but sometimes there's agreement, wonders never cease.

So the next time you want action, think more carefully,
you're not going to get 35% more pay realisticcally.

My Shadow

Today I spied my shadow,
And I asked it to dance.
Once it would have taken the challenge.
Once, when I was young. 
Where are the memories of yesteryear?
Dissipated with the passage of time?
 
Today I'm bent with arthritic pain,
result of all my past heinous sins:
a hunchback of misdemeanours.
O how I recollect my wicked deeds!
They echo in the dark corridors
of a bent tired mind.
 
Now I dance to the tune
I composed throughout my life;
But my shadow simply refuses
to join in the frolic of my low strife.
Ashamed I amble on life's highway....
towards my eventual demise.
Then my shadow will find eternal its rest.


fiction

Back To School

Back to school,
Back to classes,
The holiday is over,
Children are happy-sad,
Early to bed,
Refreshed and sound to arise,
New session, new scheme,
New session, new curriculum,
Teachers are back on their feet,
They are faced with the daunting task of strategizing,
Preparing lesson plans and notes,
Assessing and recording,
Dealing with students' misdemeanours,
It’s an uphill task,
Students are saddled with
 assignments, projects and term papers,
They bury their heads in their books,
There’s a prize to obtain,
The bell chimes,
The rooms are empty, 
The halls are deserted,
They’re back with their families,
It’s clockwork,
Until the term’s end.




August 24, 2022.

Crimes and Misdemeanours

Behold the cold village Baskerville fog
  and holiday summer fields bundling hay,
the Officers Club back door buying grog
  till all our money slowly pissed away!
And lock and load shoot to kill in dead fall
  the winged corpse of blackbird, gull, and pheasant
when fools and tricksters and gamblers staked all
  in the gaming rooms of Hitchcock Crescent!
Touching in the bus stop her milky skin -
  running like a fugitive in the night,
and as the last beer and hormones kicked in 
  so did crimes of passion in the moonlight.
And when the lusts of youth had lost its thrill
I would walk to the house up on the hill.


              Written: April 2000

I Pray For the End of Suffering

O dear Lord, let my thoughts fly upwards, 
For we have sinned abominably against you,
And never bothered to think of You.
We raised false idols of our own making:
The gods of power, money, and lust.
Our corruption goes so deep,
That we realize too late
How very much unhappy we are.  
Thus, our old temples crumble
Like the golden one of Jerusalem.

Yet there is always hope for the future.
The trees of Lebanon will grow strong again.
The evil serpent will be bound in irons
And thrown to the depths of Hades.
But we cannot achieve this without your help.
Forgive our heinous misdemeanours, Lord
And allow us to enter your new abode
The heavenly New Jerusalem.
And please forgive our many sins
As we forgive those that sin against us.
Amen.

Dreaming

It really doesn’t take a lot of effort,
To get things feeling better than they seem,
Settle back and close both eyes completely,
And that’s the way to start a brand new dream.
Ambition in a dream is without limits,
The world and even further you can reach,
A rocket ship to outer space potential,
Or just a simple walk along the beach.
The job you’ve always wanted through your lifetime,
The partner that you’ve wanted in your arms,
Successfulness for any team supported,
A pill that when you’re nervous always calms.
Achievement  for your children through their lifetime,
Peace throughout the world forever last,
Forgiveness for your little misdemeanours,
That might have happened way back in the past.
Journeys to the places you’ve imagined,
Gaining recognition for your acts,
Taking part in televised great quiz shows,
And blinding folk with all remembered facts.
Anything you’ve thought about as options,
Decided that in dreams you can partake,
The only problem with this type of dreaming,
Before you make them real, you are awake!

With Age

With age
With age fading the barriers of time
The dimming of days, the hazy line
Of distinction between the past and the present,
No ambition to serve, no anger to vent
On the mere misdemeanours of youth.

With age time stands no longer the goad,
For rushing and battling to lighten the load
Of work, no more deadlines, imperative goals,
Only the ending when the church bell tolls.

With age the memories are gathered to treasure
To bring back in those moments of leisure,
The wisdom, the knowledge, the peace and the calm
Run deep, lie strong, the soul’s quiet psalm

A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To the Market

A funny thing happened on the way to the market
I arrived in my Porsche, there was no where to park it
So I circled the village; and parked it in a side road
When I returned an hour later, my car was being towed!
I asked the traffic warden whatever was the matter
She said there’s no tax disc, boy that warden did natter
I said what planet are you on, you are so behind the times
Tax discs are not compulsory, and I’ve committed no crimes
She said I also saw you were parked on double yellow lines
And for those misdemeanours you’ll be getting huge fines
I said madam I have to totally disagree with you
There are no yellow lines, nor red white or blue
May I urgently suggest you arrange a sight test
and return my Porsche as I’m getting quite stressed 
She admitted needing glasses , she had done so for years
And she then burst out crying - I had to mop up her tears
A phone call was made; my car was towed back to me
I drove the warden to Specsavers, then went home for my tea

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6/25/18

Ode To the World Cup

The world has discovered it's coveted holy grail
To Jules Rimet we honour let the football feast set sail.
Countries unite and teams take flight to a designated host nation
Little kids feed off this passion they tune-in with eager motivation.

Anticipation even before any ball is kicked or flicked
Back pages with fake news has our minds playing tricks.
Will he start will he not toys yanked from the cot
What's more at least we are entertained somewhat.

It takes us away from the 9-5 the same old mundane
Propels us into a four year galaxy the game beautifully insane.
From the old to the young the whole world will celebrate
Sole-stomping satisfaction our diverse planet will vibrate.

There will be scandals, errors, misdemeanours all documented
There will amazing goals, tricks, bad refereeing decisions all commentated.
What a beautiful notion thought of by that man Mr. Rimet
Implanting the WC in our lives from 1930 to present day.

Sign of the Times

Standing still is certainly not an option 
Ignorance of technology expect corruption,
Guarantee your safety, protect your identity 
Never divulge passwords, just think security,

Over decades so many changes, some good
Fascinating inventions saying that we should,

Take responsibility for our actions, be prepared 
Hackers, thieves so intelligent information shared
Encryption of all actions anything online declared,

Transmitting your personal  thoughts, feelings
Inscription on social media could send us reeling 
Misdemeanours unfortunately are a sign of the times
Eliminate risk of heart ache through serious crimes,
Secure information, keep safe, prevent any stealing.

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The Power and the Glory

When all our tomorrows have faded away
And memories gather around
When shadows are long and the shades hide decay
When stillness is swallowing sound

Still we’ll have no idea where we are bound
And still we won’t know what to say
As we ready ourselves to go into the ground
All worry let go and resolved

All misdemeanours and onus absolved
At the top of the circle the end of the line
Seeing the face of the moon has revolved
And altered the measure of time

Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory
Mine is a twist and a line in a story

Teenage Human

I’m not a Teenager,
I’m Human,
Sometimes,
Parents think I’m an alien,
Strange language,
Textual misdemeanours,
Designed to confuse, bemuse,
Abhorrent behaviour,
Perpetual beautification,
It’s just a phase.
Maybe.

Faith Is a Powerful Thing

F aceless is the connivance of our deadly foe
A llegiance to our Saviour is the way to go
I mmutable services of great magnitude
T rust in holy teachings shall not be misconstrued
H abitual desire brings us to our knees

I mmeasureable lifetime soul courses for trainees
S purious thoughts and emotions deter progress

A tonement for misdemeanours, less we regress

P atrick, an alcoholic, forgot how to pray
O bedience to his true faith dissolved away
W alking through Central Park to his own detriment
E mbodiment entity of evil descent
R ose up before Patrick with purposeful intent
F ascinated he approached his deadly demise
U plifting his face to see his assailant's eyes
L andscape of verdant grasses, bright bluest of skies

T emperate climate, with many birds to enthrall
H ow, why, where could he be? Perhaps, dreaming it all
I mage of Jesus formed, as he heard his name call
N umbed by anaesthetic, he vowed to live again
G lorifying  his Saviour for a life regained

Darkness

Across the floor it slithers
Black tendrils creeping in
Searching for the  beings
That revel in their sin

It spreads across the floorboards
Engulfs the carpets too
Gets in every single corner
Then makes its way to you

It gathers round the bed legs
Then slowly slimes it way
Feeding on your misdemeanours
As in your bed you lay

Then in a rush it heads for skin
Sinks into every pore
As it sets your skin on fire
Makes your muscles sore

Your heart begins to race
As it thickens up your blood
Pushing through your veins
Like lava through a flood

You won't know its happening
Until you feel your throat restrict
Then it leaves you in no doubt
That its your sins that it picked

Then finally it comes to rest
In the place your sins all start
It pierces its way through
Just like a poison dart

And when the darkness gets there
To the centre of your brain
It turns your sins against you
You join the army of insane

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