Short Misguide Poems
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Different times
Different beings
We'll never know
What really happened way before us
Archeologists and religion misguide our society
We don't listen to Indigenous people's beliefs
And their version of creation.
The quandary of physics…
a tool to divide
A slave to its master,
alone to misguide
Capable of function,
but never intent
An eye without vision
—and blind with contempt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
overthink; distinct direction
(misguide) time given
infection, inflamed &
mutant. why have
contempt for this
hummingbird heart,
lamented prior to
start? melt the
outside, the inside
oozes out through
blankets of bruises,
looses mass; relax.
Bull me,
will you,
I like,
rides,
you,
like the drive,
don't you,
it is clear,
that you do,
misrepresent to me,
tell me a lie,
turn me around,
and misguide me in full,
I think you know that I know,
that you do this and more,
if you do not know this side,
are you not yourself on a sweet ride.
Children like to play hide and seek to misguide,
even in school bus after their pickup for the ride.
So, all the drivers, your careful vigilance is thus due,
be extra patient, don’t let the playful kids trick you.
To search the bus thoroughly keen attention you pay,
make sure the bus is empty before you call it a day.
WORDS..
Words are the most
Powerful weapons..
Words hurt you..
Words heal you..
Words are like
Rain drops in hot..
When these are good
Words are like
Sharp sword..
When these are bad
Words make you
Words break you
Words guide you..
Words misguide you.
Words are real.
Words are fake..
A lioness hear me roar, in the midst of weakness and uncertainty she holds her head up high. In her strength she roars so ferociously; She doesn’t roam the terrain to conquer nor to misguide any dominions. She has been thru many years of disappointments and tears of loss, inside she cries out with a roar thats louder than thunder a lioness.
I will be primed to snarling lunge to the layers inside.
Creating sympathy with family could misguide.
Otherwise called giving, noticing, releasing, and crying.
This is the requisite vigor-reviving leverage.
Since we have recently begun to stray into the red.
Written: August 5, 2021
Bite Size Poem no16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness
Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry
You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory
Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie
You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you
Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high
You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you
The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
We feel a call sometimes
To be sublime or kind
To think we can find
the right path aligned
With our close-knit group, divine
We pass the time pointing at opposite side
Throwing a fit, claiming they're not legit
I submit to a higher power that I've claimed as my own
prone to fits of self-righteous rage on a stage of my life
In time i might improve
In time i might remove these moments that blind and misguide me
The only way i see clearly now is to answer the call i feel.