Short Erroneous Poems
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There once was a gal from Ontario
Who thought prophecy was her scenario
In reality she spewed
Fallacies quite crude
What an odd, erroneous impresario!
Distortion of God's truth by the ego leads Man to an erroneous conception of reality!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 September 2017
*Back just for today!
Are you lost?
I swear you took
An erroneous turn
Into my life
A wrong right
And a missed left
While I’m glad you
Passed your exit,
Shouldn’t you be
Somewhere else?
Form:
misunderstood bureaucrats gobbledygook
rivaling Lewis Carroll’s jabberwocky
poppycock reported by reporters of alternative facts
another round of USA’s wildly erroneous politics
Proposing pure penalties
Rambling rancorous reveals
Opining odd occasions
Pitching putrid penance
Heralding heinous happenings
Evoking erroneous events
Teaching terrific tautology
Nightingales nocturnes nurture
Everyone’s erroneous existence equipping earth’s enchantment
Harboring habitual happiness hearts
Projecting plentiful peace plus positivity
Mystifying mankind materializing maternal masses…
A physician can possibly maim.
Being ill-informed, one that I blame
Cares not for real knowledge
Despite years of college.
“Erroneous” should be his last name.
Jan. 11, 2019 for Joseph May's 'Limerick II' Contest Info
A sentimental card
Some candy and a rose
A dear hug from a child
A puppy's lick
Expressions of love come
In many shapes and sizes
Though some may seem
Erroneous for strange intimately
The heart knows them all
Dancing to the tune of iniquity,
Deviously artless in their silent retreat,
Elusively lashing out unjustly,
Pelting out timorous creeds;
A casualty in their vapid beliefs,
Brought upon by diligent lunacy,
Primed in erroneous ideologies.
Oh, divine Truth,
Mountains of prejudices
And
Hills of erroneous beliefs
The mind has to remove
For
To unearth, just a speck of your
Enlightening treasure!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 September 2021
Tapering off in a redundant gesture of defeat
An erroneous life silently suffocating on fumes
Indoctrinated since birth
and reprogrammed by independent perception
Disenchanted as the layers peel back
revealing the perverted roots of a seemingly fruitful surface
the pyrotechnic poet explodes in
staccato bursts of precise persephonifications
punctuated by poignant phylacteries
felicitously filleting egregiously erroneous assumptions
accepted by the masses intently exercising
freedom from thought
Many a confession is more than a sin injurious
For you may seek to a harm alleviate
Mumble for words and make assumptions erroneous
Yet do sink it and quagmire aggravate
So never torpedo an apology with an excuse
Destitute of exploits,your atonement is of no use.
Delusions create a barrier
Opaquing logic reasoning
Trembling rapidly the heart
With erroneous thoughts
Falling fast in love
Reality
Wakes up you
From false
World
For Form N-Ninet or Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Fifth Place
4-22-2017
The estrangement of
a cruising day,
plodding onto the
dormant senses.
Ancestral musings
strewn with monotonous
contours,
faded into crevices
of streaming melancholy.
Smudged against the
sugary tea,
dripping hair,
soiled feet,
the erroneous space between,
the cuckoo sang
better.
Written and posted by
a real poet, no ai clone --
wary of erroneous people,
fake voices on my digital
phone – fear I may be one of
the few yet writing poetry alone
without the help of
some ai, futuristic drone
letting fall synthetic hits
and misses – parrot
droppings all the same,
really, ai poetry quite morally
lame.
Coming back home.
On your own.
Morning mist.
In the rain.
Nothing is the same.
Get going, man,
Back home again.
Another time, a different person.
Cable cars move me down the road.
Kites torn and wet on the ground.
Hilltops in the haze.
Onerous and erroneous,
My acrostic a broken cheese grater.
Everything's greater at home.
M-ind in humility
O-bliterates the confusion;
N-euron speaks to the heart,
A-iming to erase erroneous assumption.
O-pen mind in meekness
L-ets the conceit decay
I-nto the depth of oblivion,
V-icious pride fades
A-way.
N-ever ignore being modest,
A-bstaining from pomposity;
T-wenty-eighth morn of May,
E-levate your mind in humility.
Intuitively labelling objects,
attention fixated on illusions,
we see only what lower mind reflects,
coming to erroneous conclusions,
thus nurturing deepening delusions.
Tied to mind”s tree, we can never be free
but if we dwell in the vast void carefree,
our soul presence is then divine aligned,
ego recedes and head and heart agree;
soul’s eye opens, on bed of truth reclined.
what I thought was right, seemed to be wrong
all alone, my thoughts did belong
to my self, I left alone, a thought so strong
it took me 2 heaven and brought me back home, I
remember when I felt so strong,
a day like yeserday felt so long
I know this is a feeling that should be long gone
my emotions seemed to linger on
a love I never knew felt so strong
A thought of GOD, i knew, seemed so long
I'm the existence
from one drop of love
on this earth
from the nothingness
I'm embodied, a visible form
in the cage of time
in the reign of time
sometimes I defile my embodiment
forgetting it's kingship
the time stabs continuously
to remind the void erroneous body
but I'm stupefied
the time stabs continuously
but no scope to leave it
or to live without it!
-September 23, 2019 Chattogram
Slowly my night was aging,
I found no dry path to stride along
Under the grey moon,
All those mortal moments, that I passed by,
Were not encouraging to me,
I desperately looked for a forgiving mind
In that poorly-lit night for my redemption.
I have an inchoate sense, it tells me—‘there is
Debris of hopes strewn out there somewhere.’
I found one, and picked up to illuminate the
Labyrinth of my erroneous life.
Arise, my friend
Begin anew.
Cherish what we
Did to you.
Erroneous and
Fearful Spite.
Gallantr-ian
Hedonite,
Intertwined with
Jarring thoughts.
Kill your desires.
Live life lost.
Mingle laughs with
Night-time tears.
Overcome such
Pointless fears.
Qualms will hold you;
Relentless fights.
Snared in fear and
Tangled fright.
Unknown logic
Vivicated there
Within your soul a
Xerosere.
You're your own oasis.
Zen.
Loco lonely liaison
Passionless painful prize
Who we were withering
Erroneous empty eyes
All alone aimlessly
Sitting silent suffering
Soulless stranger sadly
Ruthless regretful ring
Astute audacious affection
Brings betrayed blasphemy
Pleading posing practicality
Misleading mental me
Destruction deviated distance
Afar against all advice
Cries crafting compassion
Disarmed disloyal device
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Were you been told about love?
That of kindness and purity?
Or were you a world learner,
Suppressing desires just loving away?
With the errant thought of love,
Giving and freeing feelings,
To erroneous beings of fire;
Love has never found form nor source.
And frequently soul grasps the habit,
Of whispering to the heart what’s love isn’t,
But the mind-body spectrum barely knows;
Confusing each feeling by falling in love.