Short Ill Conceived Poems
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Wrestling gators by hand
Or failing some ill- conceived plan
If it's done stupidly
I can about guarantee
It was done by a "Florida man".
7.26.19
The truth is offensive
and not believed
The truth seems wrong
and ill conceived
But when it's in question
it grows to please
When sought in the heart
of those who'd thieve
Some words we say are ill-conceived,
and once spoken can’t be retrieved.
If our words inflame,
we should feel shame,
and feel remorse toward those peeved.
Lips moving like a black hole sucking away my heart.
Ill conceived thoughts to cover what you are doing
Every thought goes against what we had at the start.
Saying words to keep me here, but I must be going.
But for that crazy, ill-conceived bidet,
I'd say using a loo is serious business.
Darn it, think of a sudden April shower
Encroaching upon your pretty posterior,
Tickling it, the nearest thing to heaven!
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fulfillment is achieved,
when all is said and done, by the trek not the prize
ill conceived.
as way forward
when it's not a shallow, hollowed
reward
chest task
as memento
mask
fulfillment is achieved
when it's not a shallow, hollowed
mask
Caffeine
Soothe my nerves
Soothe my soul
Like a cup of gold
Black as an ace
Bitter as aloe
Increase the adrenaline
Up the heart rate
Low blood pressure treats
Decaff is a joke
Ill-conceived beverage
Makes me want to choke
By Cathrin Stuart
AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing
Chills
shiver
up the spine,
settling in to
chatter teeth which clench,
a vain attempt to hide
from the world that illness grips
tight, weakening muscles, blurring
thought, and chaining imagination.
What man can’t understand
he often chooses to believe
Where lying just beyond his grasp
all faith and dogma bleed
What man can’t understand
he follows blindly ill conceived
A void to fill as darkness hides
—a fantasy supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
A Hall of Mirrors
ill conceived
With dark reflections
to deceive
From front or back
and side to side
Each look impounds
what time proscribes
Were you looking in
or looking out
When Alice voiced
her final shout
A dozen clonings
a thousand views
The glass your jailer
— in silver hues
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Honesty’s idle breeze
gently blows whispers
into my blemished heart,
tarnished by metaphors
that hovered above
cloud-covered skies
in search of clarity
upon zephyrs of truth.
Malicious chatter
stirs ill-conceived winds
that rage internally
as sorrowful tempests
squall within my mind
until honesty’s idle breeze
whispers gently again.
Form:
Maybe in another life
We can finally get this right.
Meanwhile, I’ll be waiting here
With impatience so severe.
I’ll try to get you off my mind.
Hopefully I will, with time.
Maybe we’re not meant to be
And there’s someone better for me.
It’s a notion I don’t want to believe
That our love is ill-conceived.
So I’ll hold onto hope a little longer
And tell myself to just be stronger.
I hope that my heart can endure
Because this love’s worth fighting for.