Short Miscalculated Poems
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I missed the toilet in the dark,
I'm always deadly as a shark,
I miscalculated -
math is overrated...
think basketball: Shoot with an arc.
The winter sneaked in,
The birds miscalculated.
Puff ball Robins sit;
Their swollen feathery breasts
And full bellies, keep them warm.
Choose To Abuse News and Loose
Could be we were told that if you choose,
To talk about it and then abuse the news,
And waited;
Miscalculated;
More than likely probably surely did loose.
Jim Horn
Johnny is a 'pretty boy'
radiates the purest joy
Unfortunately, these days
all the girls assume he's gay
So, Johnny decides to start a fight
to prove he sports a wicked right
Problem is, Johnny miscalculated
Picked a kick-boxer ~ castrated
The leer at-
the anointment,
a cruise controlled gear-
gets no appointment,
the gruesome task is
to trust the element-
scarce-
or even just feebly miscalculated,
as another was given the equality one was torn out of the page book,
a traveler,
an infector.
Dont get it twisted I love my son with all my heart & my heart break every time we depart but the more I deal with his mom I feel like I miscalculated the next to the last pump & I know saying that out loud makes me sound like a punk but if you knew the story your theory would be debunked
You got a brand name
Everyone knows you
You shine every day
So they just admire you
Thought of a wrong age
Miscalculated in mind
Your flesh isn’t too old
Like so same as mine
A brilliant chap
Can talk a lot of words
You can see him grinning
Though he’s just alone
Did I almost forget?
Oh you love to squeeze me
Almost ashamed
You did see me
...or Jack be walking funny for a while...
Jack was nimble,
And Jack was quick,
But he miscalculated
That candlestick.
It was skinny and tall,
He was thick and quite small.
When he lit,
It was with an undignified bump,
With a blister
The size of his fist on his rump.
Then a notion occurred
To this game little actor,
Before he tries it again,
Jack will use a protractor.
Decisions go along with time limits
that has to be met on a daily.
Limitless possibilities and determination
combined with the outcomes of some
to be put in motion. Decisions
are often stated time is an illusion
at a length of time awaits for no one.
Miscalculated oft times likely
ensues forming hasty decisions, One's
mind operates under it's own conception
on it's own decisions.
At last a defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Subconscious to the surface.
Misconstrued ultimatum.
Exhausted reluctance.
Released defeat.
A defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Ignorance is bliss ending in piercing silence.
A defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Strength miscalculated.
the despair.
that exact moment.
At last a defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Finally truth brings freedom
Thinking Outside The Box
So am I miscalculated in this vast world?
As I tread thru these passageways in rooms
Full of charades, pretense Thinking Outside
The box.
So it's easier to call me insane? I'm not in
A position to control anything Thinking
Outside the box remains.
One can't breathe, feeling suffocated,
Trapped by someone else's version of I.
Thinking Outside The box.
I created words
I connected lines
All by myself
I re-build people
Fixed holes
All by myself
I ran towards my dreams
With no one
But myself
I span worlds
Always remembered my mistakes
Just to prove
I never forget
But I wish someone close
Would be standing next to me
Till the end
Someone loving
Someone that would love me
Till no end
I created worlds in my mind
And an underestimate you have miscalculated
I created so much
By myself
Making Things Happen
Written: by Miracle Man
11-26-2019
When we’re not renowned we have no retinue,
So making things happen is what we must do.
“where there’s a will there’s a way” even if we’re late,
Being late generally happens when we hesitate.
Some days we can’t catch ample wind in our sails,
Perhaps we’ve miscalculated what the task entails.
We let pride hinder us from seeking assistance,
and we only prevail when we practice persistence.
The path between myself and the distant man
twists and turns. There are gullies and ridges
hags and troughs, a hoary dusk.
We are converging. He has my hat and clothes,
my resemblance.
Once I miscalculated;
I was out on the trackless moors too late,
darkness fell
I had to lose myself to find myself.
The figure is waving, not in greeting but warning.
As we draw nearer the sky darkens,
suddenly he is gone.
Later I look from a dark window and wonder
which of us came home?