Short Erring Poems
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Yes,
I admit that "to err is human."
but
to keep on erring is foolishness!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 August 2020
Silent stars wake the sleeping skies,
and tales by moonlight melt our hearts.
Nature nurtures our erring eyes...
dreams descend as silence impart.
How erring lives buried grace forever,
Makes crying eyes not sieve tears so clever...
Of unsung sins He forgives;
Human nature dare outlives
Either fearful or cheerful endeavour.
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artificial
logical, swift
calculating, processing, evolving
input, actuators, feedback, brain, heart, emotions,
feeling, loving, erring
frail, boundless
human
It was the erring of my song
not that my fate was still.
Oh truth, some absence there belong
while all the buttress nil!
Encourage so, the struggle's row
lest I become among
the solid hope, that cannot cope
but wishes, wishes ~ wrong!
just like a message
you turn me on
erring on the side of caution
all i wanted
was your voice
like a teenage dream
you haunt me
all the pathos you can reach
new broom to sweep
long legged candy yet
dancing strictly alone
L oving arms receiving back an erring child
O pen heart preparing to be reconciled
V elvet skin of new-born on a mother's breast
E verlasting hope which gives the spirit rest.
07/08/18
'What is love?' contest sponsored by Faraz Ajmal
Being able to face and
Blame erring fellows when
Brutal actions are done,
Bringing out justice from
Brave heart without fear of
Blacklisting and arrest,
Beneath all these, she’s kind.
DATE:8-16-2016
CONTEST:Pleiades-B by Kim Merryman.
It is my habit I cannot hate
I love whom the world despises
what is so precious, my heart abhors
the common swimming pool
is not attractive to me in anyway
my nakedness it cannot taste
if a thousand is wrong and erring
glad that I stand alone for truth
that never withers
Earth was sending a long
shadow on the moon.
A great night for both of them.
*
A city of dreams
lies still. A divine path
opens for the erring earthlings.
*
A night falls
surreptitiously on the lake.
The moonlight was trapped by waves.
Satish Verma
Numberless climates, the depraved world is swimming in gravy in climatic types, (Situations, Positions) the hour essences, high- and low- pressure, erring vital organ cleaning, rehearse prayer, scrub the intellect and soul in company with a air compressor. Be pleased for having lessor.
- Loverboi
Howling
Like the wolf cries
Screaming foreboding skies
Yelling for your love till sunrise
The erring echoes of your love reprise
Tangled tears that follow surmise
Bitter sorrows capsize
With empty eyes
Howling
Aug.26.2018
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Place 5'th
Nookie
Bookie
Cookie
Shnookie
Staring
Daring
Her smile
Beguile
She winked
I blinked
Staring
Erring
Undressed
I’m blessed
Amazed
I gazed
Caressed
Her breast
She punched
I hunched
Gambles
Shambles
June 9, 2015
A Gambler Tries His Hand(and eye) at a Strip Staring Contest
They fight to death
Drenched by thirst
No need to resist-
Their Waterloo
They met
They sip little
And leave the jar
Harmless, they are-
They purge that little
Hope for more, undeterred
Do they last days?
Before they're taken preys
By the erring humans-
This austerity doesn't heal
Their agonies I feel
RX options..
I was on a medication of deception,
Didn’t stop and make correction,
To the lies that I believed,
You don’t just wake up one morning deceived,
So if the doctor writes that prescription,
Ill let the truth be the inscription,
On the walls in the rooms of my heart,
To view when an erring voice starts.
fools
misguided, gullible
blundering, stultifying, erring
dunderheads, imbeciles, rajas, emperors
reigning, succeeding, conquering
powerful, mighty
kings
Date written: 08/06/2020
Alone, all alone stand I
As the merciless waves
loose rage on this old oak
vessel.
Alas, the Captain long gone
Hears not the yell of an
erring Deck Hand.
Asleep was I when abandon
ship was sounded
Now I know not which to
save
My helpless self or this half
sunk vessel?
Both long doomed to crawl
the depth of this restless
sea.
it was the autumn of our lives
being no longer the fools of our youth
that naive twinkle in our eyes long gone
erring these days on the side of caution
our guards wired and circumspect
explanations not needing to be formulated
being much too late to play the lovers' serenade
but still ~ it was pure velvet to the core
AP: 1st place 2025
This miry clay of sin
Keeps pulling me within
Lord, lift me up, I pray
Help me to faithful stay
Temptations surround me
Help me to ever flee
Oh Lord! At times, it's tough
But Your grace is enough
Lord, hear my humble cry
Set me on that Rock High
Forgive my erring soul
Just You can make me whole
05.20.2021
If caution is the side on which
You are supposed to err,
It’s possible to overdo it,
So you should beware.
It may be better letting time
Or nature take its course
And then you wouldn’t suffer from
Annoyance or remorse.
There is a line to draw between
What’s prudent and what’s dumb,
But sometimes fear kicks in and makes
It easy to succumb.
Mystery was much better,
It was bit by bit some relation.
There was thinking,
There was feeling,
There was waiting.
Now nothing left except
Some unbearable unfitness.
Whom to I am weak
All sayings seems erring there.
Sometimes
Expression goes onerous,
Expression makes the end.
What else is new more?
Let me lit the light rather.
For me, for you too.
A sweet disorder in the dress kindles
In clothes a wantonness; a stole about
The shoulders thrown, a fine distraction; an
ErrIng Lace, which here and there enthralls the
Crimson Vest; a cuff neglectful, ribbons
Flow confusedly: a winning wave (note)
In the tempestuous petticoat: a
Careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a
Wild civility: does more bewitch me,
Than Art when too precise in ev'ry part.
Long ago in blessed Bethlehem… Triumphant Town
The prince of peace from the holy heavens came down
Born by a virtuous virgin, lovely laid in a mere, manger
Peace to the world, from now on we cease to be strangers
Joy to the world, the Lord is come to the erring earth,
And he shall save his people from their sinful strength
His name shall be called Emmanuel, Eternal God with us
Wonderful, wise, white, whole and worthy… Jesus
Humility is the soil
the tithe I reach within
when erring in transpiring
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek
when cost is not aspiring
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason
the seeds I bear, not speak
but plant in silence,knowing
my virtues, in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win
~ but for myself, choose merit
that thee will find in Him!
Humility is the soil,
the tithe I reach within,
when erring in transpiring,
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek,
when cost is not aspiring,
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason,
the seeds I bear, not speak,
but plant in silence knowing
my virtues in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win,
but for myself choose merit
that thee will find in Him!