I'm oblivious to the chatter
cascading from
unknown streams
Soon enough themes evaporate
like steam
& are gone with the
wind like hot air from tea pots
Misguided missiles aimed harm
those within earshot
but I hear not nor care to listen
to rumors of war
I lean more toward better things
choosing to be swayed
by them
instead of misinterpreting the
misgivings & chirping
of angry birds
I'm in a place bordering on the
absurd so forgive me
if I'm flying too high
for them to be heard
I won't speak on things I see from
the sky as offering
a reply would imply that
I care
I only supply paper with ink & words
of a meaningful
nature
without being shy about
what I share
No, I'm not talking to you or
anyone else reading looking
for drama
This outpouring came from a
well on the back
of a llama
in the dryest of deserts
I'm not thirsty for nor do I seek
the attention of
those that present a mirage
This is just a spill of the subconscious
not an arid facade
Categories:
misinterpreting, feelings, introspection, perspective, rain,
Form: Free verse
I see it now, a Highland stag
Magnificent!
I felt no love for it,
it also was free of such bonds.
Yet animal to animal
we shared the same shadowed soul.
It moves away,
disappearing behind a ridge,
strange, but now that it is gone,
I miss it as if I loved it.
So it is with those
who have appeared and disappeared
over the strung-out years.
Many went away,
then came back as ghosts -
not dead, but ghosts, nevertheless.
That word ‘love',
maybe I am misinterpreting it,
I know I have been misled often
by its appearance.
There is something much better
than that ill-defined verbalized face,
something worth missing.
Again I recall the stag,
how only after its disappearance,
only then did I love it.
Categories:
misinterpreting, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They crawl in a line
along the esplanade
between beachfront mansions
and the bay's indifference,
windows down, elbows out,
hands tapping on doors in time
to the doof doof base
pulverizing air and eardrums
inside their metal sanctums
of pure testosterone.
Throbbing engines ease them
along the street, slow
and deliberate as if to give
pedestrians time to admire
and take in such potency.
An occasional pump
on the pedal sends a roar
rasping out of twin exhausts
and stutters a squeal
of tyres announcing to the locals
and all gathered, the "boys"
are here.
Marooned in another era,
they seem oblivious
to the derision flung at them
as they pass, misinterpreting
a smirk for an approving smile,
the shake of a head a gesture
of wonder rather than a judgment
on how silly they look.
Their egos blaze like the sun
reflected in polished chrome.
When satisfied
they've given onlookers their fill
of metallic ****, they hang a left,
plant their foot
and in a wake of tyre smoke
and deafening noise, rocket off
back to their own private planet,
time frozen somewhere
in the exhaust filled clouds
on the far side of their minds.
Categories:
misinterpreting, beach, boy, car,
Form: Free verse
Thunderbolts split the stormy air.
The campaign for president heats up.
Insults and curses, accusations and lies,
Hate and confusion, poisoned barbs
Aimed at and finding a mark,
Only to be retipped and redirected
Toward the original sender.
Racism, carefully disguised
As safety precautions. For whom?
Religious intolerance in the guise
Again, of our country’s safety,
Deliberately misinterpreting the facts.
Religious zealots posing as victims
So they can self-righteously
Deny others their religious freedom.
Party set against party,
Candidate against candidate,
And people more and more divided.
Whose rights are right, whose are not?
What are rights and what are not?
Deceits and insults the game of the day.
Who can prove the other to have
The most fatally flawed character.
Gone civility - plain and obvious facts
Hidden in a manure pile of lies
Poisoning the air, poisoning the minds
Of those who listen but do not hear,
Of those who see not what is the truth,
But only what they choose to see.
Following the Pied Piper to …….?
*Abraham Lincoln quote
Categories:
misinterpreting, anger, angst, corruption, humanity,
Form: Free verse
I once saw a Highland stag.
It was magnificent.
We looked at each other for some time.
I felt no love for it,
it also was free of such bonds.
Eventually it moved away
disappearing behind a ridge,
strange, but then I felt love –
I missed it.
So it is with those
who have appeared and disappeared
over the strung-out years.
Many went away
then came back as ghosts -
not dead, but ghosts, nevertheless.
but if I really missed them
they went away.
This word ‘love,’
maybe I am misinterpreting it,
I know I have been misled often
by the appearance
of words, names and images,
by the felt wave, its crests and troughs.
there is something much better
behind all those waves,
something worth drowning in.
Once again I recall the stag,
how only after it’s disappearance,
did I love it.
Categories:
misinterpreting, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Love is like a board game;
One where the rules are complex
There is no right move
Where to go to next.
Love is like a board game;
As it goes on you realise
You don't really understand the rules
But try play anyway.
Love is like a board game;
Misinterpreting the other player's thoughts,
Mistakes are made
In the desire to win.
Love is like a board game;
If pieces are lost its harder to play.
Or you can risk it with the remaining ones,
Knowing it might go wrong.
Sometimes in the middle of a game
Playing no longer gives you pleasure
You stop and accept it's not the same
Though moving on is no easy measure.
Categories:
misinterpreting, break up, lost love,
Form: Free verse
As we go through life, are we not to gain wisdom?
Learning to do or to say the appropriate thing?
I thought by now that it would not be a problem.
But I made a mistake, and I feel the sting.
I like to think that I have some insight.
That I am sensitive to others needs.
But looking at this in hindsight.
I realize it was one of many misdeeds.
To assume that someone needs something,
but not certain what it is all about.
Can lead to misinterpreting their feeling.
And the intention falls short, leaving doubt.
It is difficult to withdraw an offering.
Once it has been addressed.
It was in no way meant to be offending.
I was mistaken in what I expressed.
I presumed to know what I didn't know.
And I went when I should have stayed away.
I hoped that my apology a bit later would show.
The regret that I tried to convey.
Categories:
misinterpreting, growth, judgement, wisdom, words,
Form: Quatrain
Over recent months I’ve had trouble with my hearing…
Misinterpreting what is being said isn’t so endearing
Take a step back and think of all the things you would miss if you couldn’t hear at all
The list is endless but here are a few I came up with
The cry of a newborn baby and your child’s first words
The symphony of the dawn chorus
Music and speech on the radio or TV
Phone conversations or chatting with friends
Going to the theatre or to a concert
The door bell or alarm clock ringing
And of course there are those three little words we love to hear …
‘IS DINNER READY ?’
OOPS I MEAN
I LOVE YOU
I took the plunge and saw a specialist and have been fitted with a hearing aid
Wow what a difference it has made
I can hear perfectly now
From the squeak of a mouse to the moo of a cow
And the best bit of all…
If someone is mouthy and starts to scoff
I can quickly turn my hearing aid off!!!
10~06~16
N B I have to approach what has been and what is going on in my life with humour it is just the way I cope with what life throws my way
Categories:
misinterpreting, health, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
The look on her face
Told it all...
She made me know
That it's not 'seresere'
I wasn't joking as well
Then
Two don cut four...
I pouted
I hissed
I was pissed...
Surely boys are not smiling....
The reason was one
Misunderstanding...
Misjudgment...
Mistaking...
Everyone just misinterpreting
Your actions...
It vexes the soul...
But what can a man do?
Patience...
Such is life....
Categories:
misinterpreting, relationship,
Form: Blank verse
Fantasies of a delinquent mind,
Nightmares turned into reality.
Unable to runaway from an,
Entire life followed by tragedy.
A neurotic mind has become an,
Incubator of anxiety.
Forever living in solitude,
Nourishing thoughts of insanity.
A blossoming friendship with chaos,
Life eluded by tranquility.
A suffocating heart fails to beat,
Desperate gasps of futility.
Madness surrounds a broken down soul's,
Feeble attempts at sobriety.
Misinterpreting distant echoes,
The new dark horse of society.
Categories:
misinterpreting, dark, lost,
Form: Quatrain
Gentle hum of the traffic in the background..
For what is poetry but the sound?
Sensitive ears I have found.
Mother nature's creatures hearing's amplified.
Birds can hear a mate kilometers away.
Dogs can hear sounds human beings cannot.
Sounds,hearing,listening to the right message.
Comprehending what was intended to be portrayed.
The comedy + sometimes tragedy of misinterpreting.
Sound is poetry. Poetry is Sound of the spoken word.
Poetry words are words are written to be heard.
Listen to the sounds of words.
Categories:
misinterpreting, education, on writing and
Form: Free verse
What is a complain?
Would you like to file?
How is it wonder?
Justice is always a mile.
What is wrong?
The system isn’t fair.
What is right?
A person not having a care.
Is someone having misinterpreting?
Or a folded matter has no debating.
What is suffering?
Would you like to attain?
Is this pain affordable?
An existed life can refrain.
What is feeling?
How a person can it measure.
How is it possible?
A person has non co-operation treasure.
What is understanding?
When an idea has no value.
Is it risk to loss something?
Time automatically will kill you?
What is challenge?
Problem comes to provide a task,
Where a person seeks help,
And enjoys moment to someone’s ask.
Categories:
misinterpreting, devotion, education, on work
Form: Dramatic Monologue