Mistrusting Poems | Examples

There's more to me than what you see

you only know the me i am 
the one i am when i’m with you ~
the me that’s mistrusting
reserved and holding back

i hope one day you’ll get to know
the me with you i want to become ~
my mind at ease with trust in heart
freed from misgiving and suspicion




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Faith Over Fear

Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear






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January 15, 2023

Wanted Files

Soon, you will be avoided,
If those things aren't provided;
A strong Union divided
And things cease to be guided...

You had kept back wanted files,
As The Mistrusting went miles
To have them placed on table;
Your matter flashed on cable:
"Max has something had to hide,
Us all taking for a ride!"

You'd be lucky if you won,
All of them sure you shall run.

Love In Love With Love

how still is our stillness of it conceals a seeking
thereby revealing an aspect within mistrusting
in as discontentment with manifested love hues
identity spurred desire seeking pastures new
thereby filtering & distorting beauty of the flow
that if imbibed in innocence makes our soul glow
by resonating with the elixirous divine vibration
wherein we vaporise in timeless blissful elation
neither anticipating nor imagining any craving
save love in love with love with love connecting

let then there thus be no hiatus
each subtle nuance our quietus

in stillness 

07-August-2020

Good While It Lasted-

It was good while it lasted
After the fire ultraviolet
It was good while it lasted
The grass Is Always Greener
Terrestrial arena
Boll of cotton
Hope miss- mistrusting
It was good while it lasted 
Watermelon in the lily of the valley
Ever so sadly Melancholy Humanity

3/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

I Fly Away Pray For Me- -

Critical citizen
It's more than my opinion
Did you pray
Do you pray
Or do you just walk away

Delusional Denison
It has been mentioned
How cruel and distant you are
You are hidden shattered star
I'll Fly Away spirit

Crucial brethren
Seneca mistrusting sister
Do you Grudge
Did you mistrust
Is it your way to always complain

Delusional demon
Manifest itself in you while you're dreaming
You're a shattered hidden star
Refusing to stand up instead of walking you crawl
I'll Fly Away spirit
I think I rather pray than complaint

Censor your words
Let's expound encourage.
Humanity Unite
Renew your life
Be endearing and caring
Stop letting it be
Shine Your Light
Pray for me


1/17/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Your Lifeless Form

Do You Bore Yourself?

Do you rent the space 
you’re standing in,
owning nothing in the end
but default?

Do you recycle words
until their utterance fails,
mistrusting your ability
to say what’s right?

Do you hedge your bets,
never going all in
for fear of losing the very thing
you haven’t got?

Do you count the days,
as tedium destroys spontaneity
and all energy drains
from your lifeless form?

Do You Bore Yourself?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

What We Can Do

What does consciousness do?
Integrates here and disintegrates now
space as in/exforming time,
ego as constrained eco-logical DNA enraptured
mutual health relationships.

What does time do?
Perceptions bilaterally integrate
our grateful identity
with our multicultural futures
and disintegrates our fear and anger
mistrusting monocultural detouring pasts
And forgives offenses against restoring health
And pardons lost opportunities for healing futures
And spaciates two-dimensional historic pathways
Stories imaged into three-dimensional polypathic healing opportunities
for experiential RealTime Revolutions.

What does RealTime EarthTribe global space do?
Revolves restorations of seasonal climate health
and some pathology,
Evolves gratitude for healing cooperatives,
more than stressful competitives,
daily spacetime HereNow
4D RealTime
healing within bilateral polypathic integrity 
EcoTheoLogical potential grace
of healthy wealth.

Knowing My Left From Right

My unconscious Left
distrusts shadow Right.

And my reductive subconscious Left
mistrusts Win v Lose
Light v Dark
Ego v Eco shadow sacred Right

And fully conscious Left
polypathically trusts WinWin
Ego/Eco bilateral balance
ego Left with eco Right,
Positive as at least notnot Negative Energy
politically empowering Trust.

When Left plans high priority
policy practice procedural learning events
with Right mistrusting subconscious anxiety,
cognitive Left v Right
as Ego v Eco
as Yang v Yin not caring
daring to notice
each revolutionary bilateral Other,
then it could be therapeutic
to bring WiseElder EarthMother
holonic EcoSpirit
subshadow yin
cooperatively WinWin along
my evolutionary Yang planning highway
of yin's revolution 
practicing healthy democratic trust
generating more resilient systems.

Not so much investing hundreds of millions
of taxpayer money
on corrupt undercover
absence of health care giving
and receiving nonsystems
still wearing mission statements like
"Always and only invested
in the child's best interests."

Do You

Do you bore yourself?

Do you rent the space 
You’re standing in
Owning nothing
But default?

Do you recycle words
Until their utterance fails
Mistrusting your ability
To judge what’s right?

Do you hedge your bets
Never going all in
For fear of losing the very thing
You haven’t got?

Do you count the days
As tedium destroys spontaneity
And all energy drains
From your lifeless form?

Do you bore yourself?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

If We Had More Time

There was a time
not so very long ago
when clopping horses
and sighing sleighs
and paddle splashing canoes,
and then, later, trains
and electric streetcars
were the resounding heart
of multicultural transportation.

And local newspapers
with indigenous, 
perennially planted village editors
among ecoschooled
one-room patriarchal chiefs
competed only with local gossip
in barber shops
and beauty parlors
for communicating hearts,
listening among each democratic trusting,
sometimes mistrusting,
but rarely anti-trusting, other.

These were slower
and in some more nutritional 
ways more goodfaith experiential based
and less indoors extracted,
distracted from outdoor Earth voices
singing resonance,
preaching resilient multicultural climates
of and for co-redeeming health
as Original Intent
of Paradise WinWin Wealth.

There were these times
when horses and sleighs,
mules and oxen,
cattle and pigs,
camels and llamas,
and then, later, bird flight imaginations,
bikes
and ecoschools
and organic composting gardens, 
electric streetcars and trains
were the heart of multicultural
PositivEnergy communication.

Still

I now understand your pursuit of me in all these trials and all of this pain,
My heart looks back through the walls of rejection, and all of my insecure ways,
Always fighting ignorances plots n schemes, shocking it with the truth,
Fighting it yourself only causes more pain, and brings more on to you,
I stopped to look at myself in the mirror, what have I accomplished through this?,
Alot of loss, alot of heartache, and then i question is silence bliss?,
Is there wisdom in the lesser of words we speak when times like this occur,
Because we think we understand when in all actuality we do not, the heart then becomes detoured,
I sit in silence to recognize what truly matters more,
I don't need to say what my heart already knows, I'll trust you, Lord, with fewer words,
To allow loves experience to take you by the hand, and stop questioning all of its ways,
To stop mistrusting and step back to receive, that you will work through all of the pain,
I realize I can't take back what's been done or said, but my heart still knows the truth,
And I still love him, like you still love me, in that silence lies the proof,

The Baggage of Painful Memories

Crushed coquina’s pains, salty air consoled. 
Mistrusting soul, my heart could not appease.
We met when life was brimming and potholed.
My spoken words were long lost memories.

Relentlessly the past remained in view.
Romantic strolls along the shore soon died.
Again and again past pain stole love’s venue.
Good-naturedly, he listened; my soul cried.

A blemished past, his words could always soothe.
Tomorrows were awakened by his light.
He listened and life’s bumps seemed to grow smooth.
My rambling thoughts soon changed crimson to white.

We walked on crushed coquina’s endless strolls.
The salty air breathed love into our souls.


By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
2/14/2017
Written for the Contest: Gems for your Baggage.

Conflict Place

youth water war their bodies strained, as you walk through a door,
no organ or funeral tour, just boom a little more, shaking,
down falls the door, 
bombs away like droplets of nothing they pierce the day,
but futures mistrusting and the present be any but a Just thing,
only in moments to be judging, my cups over running, with passion,
but they gunning, and life keeps getting hung and cashed in, 
look at their faces the kids scared then they become hatred,
so to conflict in these streets, my soul, this whole globe,
peace you are apart of the fold.

Life During Wartime

Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides,

trucks with ammo taking position. 

We have visas, fake I.D.s besides,

men in disguise infiltrate battle lines.

Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit?

fierce conflagrations abroad on the air,

 eyes blinded 'til we can barely see,

taking shots, swallowing pills.

Will we ever see the end,

have we gone beyond the limit,

can we ever return to a peaceful trend

must we continue to murder and maim?
 

The world's gone haywire, 

mistrusting our brother, 

lusting after one another, 

we're tapping phone lines

running road blocks, this ain't no party, 

manipulating computers, a sign of the times.

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