Once there was a young lad,
Becoming a mentor was a role he gladly had.
Making students learn concepts, showing new ways of teaching,
Making class a fun interaction rather than preaching.
The fire of youth was enough fascinating,
His teaching style made him captivating.
The concern he showed, the love he showered,
His motive was to make students powered.
But people can't see someone rising ,
Because someone who understood students was truly surprising!
Rumours spread judgements done,
Because they were not able to rise ,not even one.
Maybe he is misunderstood,maybe he is wrongly narrated,
But can they match the way he educated?
Storms came to shake him, doubts tried to call,
But every dawn found him standing tall.
They built their noise, he built his grace,
And truth alone lit up his face.
What plot is this, what dark and muffled muttering,
so sinister and secret in the morning fog ?
What evil beings are these black cloaks covering,
so earnest and impassioned seems their dialogue ?
How cruel and misjudging to suspect them thus.
Huddled against the chill, they’re waiting for their bus !
Today I am disappointed
Due to an act unjust
Completely dismissed
Totally misjudged
Sometimes people are unkind
Life somewhat unfair
All we can do is just grin and bare
Our interpretations so varied
Judgements so wrong
Not given a chance before it had gone
Implications remarked
Negative judgement conveyed
Unfair decision instantly made
Today I am disappointed
Due to an act unjust
Completely dismissed
Totally misjudged!!
So it seems maybe,
You must save me,
I beg, hear my plea,
Please say that you see.
I misjudged and fell,
Into a deep, dark well
But I rang your bell,
And YOU came, so swell.
Baptized in the fires of pain
Judged by those with no name
Rise against those who take without shame
Show those fools they hold no sway
Your destination is all known
Six feet under you will go
Decomposition is thy art
For all that’s left is flesh and bone
Impurity is undefined
Listen to the words of the blind
Hearts all choked and full of pride
Where all goes yet nothing slide
Never mourning ever swarming
Turning black without warning
A million years of evolution
Never changed this revolution
From life to death that is the way
And that is how it shall remain.
with beams in his eyes
he points at the speck in mine -
I keep my peace
*inspired by Matthew 7:5
23 July 2015
Senryu of Being Misjudged Contest
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
~~**~~
not my intention
nor a bone of contention
social convention
~*~
look for facts I search
I research but get confused
or am I confused
~*~
I used to be brash
I used to be brazen bold
no more I got old
~*~
we take sides to fight
politics and religion
pray or become prey
~*~
hate poisons the mind
arrogance is ignorance
divided we fall
~~**~~
our junior high dance
middle class white kids rock out
to Born to be Wild
girls sitting pretty
standing and doing nothing . . .
the wall flower guys
the music softens
I only Have Eyes for You
enhances my angst
the boy I adore
rooted with the wall flowers
has started to move
crossing the gym floor
the boy I like is asking
the new girl to dance
she looks like a snob
I hate this beautiful girl
immediately
somehow I end up
walking home with this new girl
serendipity
laughing and chatting
we have so much in common
fast friends we become
(A true story told with 5/7/5 line verses)
One grand diner
hear them bleats
crummy man enters.
Not fair to believe
I'm so un-ordinary
We're both blood and bone
Pilate found no fault
but still Christ died on the cross
thus was God's will done
For contest 'Senryu of being misjudged', sponsored by Marvin Celestial
July 15th 2015
President Barack
Teaches as Mother taught us
"Speak Respectfully"
contest-Senyru of being misjudged
MISJUDGED
I deplore judgment
It exposes my self-doubt
Past and present blend
What gives them the right?
How is it I cannot think?
Anger lurks beneath
They are empowered
Due to my uncertainty
Who needs to be changed?
Barbara Campbell
07/04/15
To judge me wrongly
Of my color and content
Perceive what is Truth
Contest July 4, 2015
Marvin Celetial
the wrong end of the stick was got,
it did not take an awful lot,
the words that were misunderstood,
how could she get it wrong, many would,
completely got this one wrong,
the beginnings of an ugly song,
that would spiral out of control,
now those words are on a roll,
down a path they will be lead,
instead of being put to bed,
but its kept alive much, much longer,
the words are getting stronger and stronger,
gaining meaning, shape and size,
others will try to summarise,
what to interpret from this situation,
relatives, friends on a word creation,
adding their bit to the group,
a never ending sentence loop.
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