The problem with biblical eisegesis
is that you tear Bible verses to pieces.
And in your effort to make of the Bible and its glory
your own personal story,
the truth value of the Bible dramatically decreases.
I said something the other day
In quite an innocent way
A throw away comment
Said in the moment
I knew by their face
It had gone to a different place
Their expression had changed
From serious to delirious
How it got there
Is anyones guess
Laughing and smiling
Giggling and grinning
Oh my goodness
This was only the beginning
Lets not details discuss
It would create too much fuss
Try as I might
To put it right
The damage was done
Their thoughts were on the run
Misinterpretation
Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast
Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth
On a continental coast as to your truth you toast
Sending to Coventry the uncouth
Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth
Whose views you deride
As your rollercoaster swings South
In the company of your petty pride
In tow to brandish the interpretation
You vaunt with no iota of shame
At the place of honour you accord to the incantation
You blurt in the claim
You push far above merit
Twisting the truth, alienating allies
Although the truth you fail to inherit
In the realm where lies and flies
Sometimes cohabit
Dancing in tandem with hubris
Cultivated into a horrible habit
Which tends to increase
At sunup, at sunset
When the truth cries
Causing a major upset
As the zone of the truth decries
Sufferings the truth endures
In diverse fora
Where jesters ensure cures
Arrive fast to prevent error and terror
From decimating puritan platforms
Preventing them descending into the farce
That demeans the truth in its multifarious forms
While ascertaining misinterpretation remains sparse.
"Be careful about reading health
books. Some fine day you'll
die of a misprint"
- Markus Herz.
Once,
I had a particular problem;
fear of falling. Desperation
drove me to a library,
and found a book talking about
a cure. It read
"cure for falling......" with some
words missing. I blended
together some herbs written in the book,
which produced a concoction whose
color hadn't been given a name
in the dictionary.
I took the drink and slept.
The following morning I woke up;
dizzy. I felt like a balloon
in space. I was afraid of falling
from my bed. Doubting the cure,
I went through the book in the Internet.
My foot!
It was a re-published version of an 18th century
spell book,
which advised on the cure of fear
of falling in love!
I didn't have a shaman's advise on taking
the nasty drink.
I wish I went through the book my counselor
gave me,
rather than healing myself in a cheap,
costly way....
Contest Finalized: 28/4/2016
Publishing Date: 12/4/2016
A word, a gesture or a shrug
Can be misunderstood
And trying to explain intent
Most often does no good.
For those insulted want to see
What they expect is meant;
And if that context isn’t there,
They cannot be content.
To justify the way they feel,
Their misinterpretation
Becomes so real to them they need
No further confirmation.
It’s useless, then, to clarify
The essence you intended,
For in their wounded state you can’t
Assuage the ones offended.
It blows my mind how words can be
Destroyed with just a twist,
‘Cause explanations can’t undo
Assumptions that persist.
I misinterpreted
another poem today
I waded in with
my high black
bootsand put
my back into it
I worked up
quite a sweat
Exhausted I
departed
satisfied
but
wrong
What happened, madam, what?
You’re so enigmatic today...
Madam, what do you think about?
You are thoughtful and keep away...
We are curious what happened?
Please don’t keep us in suspense.
What made your eyes bright and cheeks red?
Is it a secret? Don’t take offence...
You are different today – don’t laugh.
We don’t understand this situation.
We think you must have felt in love.
“Oh! It is misinterpretation...”
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