MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
In a silent room, laying on my side watching time go by. I go to think about my full life.
How can you see me as ruthless? I have been nothing but framed of my dignity. I put others before myself. I’m not even beautiful.
Eyes see. No pun intended. Eyes observe.
Can I be free? Do I have a happy ending? Subconscious feels it all.. it hurts so bad. Never took a chance to consider, I am human. Mask is a sheath to protect my weakness.
One wrong move. One slip up. This will be my gunpoint. Do not cry, everything will be fine. As the day ends, my eyes see it all behind this smile of despair. You don’t care. This is just another “poem”.
So here i am again to speak of the day
How something worried me so much I lost sleep
You know when you have the urge to text someone you like you think you slip up with one false thing
You worry all day as well
Well it was proven today if your honest
To the point that it was not meant as it was stated
It could change your whole perspective
You come to a conclusion a clear thought
So I say when your in that doubt where you think you are weak speak up say exactly what is on your mind because in the end you will gain that person's respect and that is the best way to open the door and step right into to their vibe. Trust me if that vibe is where you want to be grab on to it
Because it literally changed my whole day and can change yours as well
Crappy, crepey skin
What a shape I'm in
Is it inherited though
Watch out daughters for
The warning signs or
It will slip up on you so
Fast as speeding car
Superman by far
Get on it keep it at bay
Whom am I kidding
There is no ridding
Age comes and steals youth away
I dream of being bold, without a want or care,
To charm the crowd with wit, and much fanfare,
A fearless soul, who plays to the crowd every night.
Never doubting, never ever wrong, ever forever right.
I’d run marathons while eating cake.
I’d climb Mount Everest thrice without a break.
I'd compose a symphony from an idle hum.
I'd speak five languages fluently, just for fun.
I dream of being cool, calm, and collected,
Always sharply focused, never misdirected,
A polished version of myself, always on the ball.
Never prone to any slip up, tumble, trip or fall.
I'd love to anticipate, to always be way ahead,
To never stumble as I scramble from my bed,
To awaken with hope fulfilled to greet the morn.
To never be bedraggled, hung-over, nor forlorn.
But, here I sit, entangled in my own unkempt hair,
Locked by procrastination’s grip, tied up, in my chair.
I plan great things ahead, but then, I simply sit and stare,
To better myself, I'd need to be, another's self, elsewhere.
A chill wind snatches his thoughts away.
Arctic crocodiles slip up and down his spine.
There was a time
when deep winter walking was a brisk challenge,
but that younger man
is now, way ahead of him,
from far away he can hear a faint whistling.
Top of a small hill, he pauses, puff and spittle,
some nasal dripping. Ear-bells singing - warning,
his eyes slowly clearing.
He thinks about rags on stilts,
laughs at the thought that he can now
really scare crows.
All of me is open for review
every moment spent in time with you,
the wakening with the rise of the sun
washing, dressing, breakfast on the run,
warmly heated cars rushing off
driving along the pothole streets slough
a bumpy start then no paths to ride
smooth and steady glides,
stiff chairs and desks set prone
e-mails, urgent papers shown
the daily grind keeps us here
in the physical reality sphere;
but somewhere in the daily quests
there is an escape but little rest
as all the efforts I have made
slip in and out of the twilight shade
and this here and now is not the only parade;
my life exists throughout the days
finding refuge in the clouds at bay
here the senses ignite to send me reeling
exceeding seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, feeling,
it's an emotional flush
wrapped in imagination's rush
a virtual escape
why would you hesitate?
Slip up, slide in and out your personal shroud
to the virtual reality up in the cloud.
There are times when you’re distracted
And you even can forget
To take care of business; maybe
It’s not happened to you yet.
But in time, it’s bound to happen
And perhaps you’ll be dismayed
For you’ll realize that a slip-up
Is the price that you have paid.
Some distractions may cause damage;
Others only aggravate.
If you’re lucky, you’ll recover
And can set the matter straight.
*I rarely miss a day of posting a poem.
I did yesterday...
Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.
Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles,
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter.
Written July 17, 2022
7/3/22
Still mulling
Soon to be culling
Something always pulling
The same can be said for lulling
As well as constant gulling
With little if any way of nulling
From neglect sharpened objects began dulling
In a cage, behind a fence or unleashed
Still a bunch of sheep
One creep sunk teeth
Now the victim's family must weep
Rarely getting much sleep
It's been years not just some week
Does little good to just cheat
The answers run deep
But they do not come cheap
What was once bleak
Turned into treasure instead of a junk heap
Truth be told, it takes a lot of upkeep
Wow man
It's really gotten out of hand
Nearly everything is now a scam
Done through a screen and with a mousepad
How sad
Many in power still corrupted walking around like a proud man
For a long time, I was down bad
Took a tougher stance
Then I discovered that
It's a continual puppet dance
All these s get rich off other's backs
Slip up you'll go under fast
Not getting another chance
As they attempt to cover tracks
In comes a younger cat
Occasionally got to where need be by way of hovercraft
"Snow ??"
(Verse 1)
It comes down as a flurry
Then it comes as sleet and snow
It's a beautiful image for sho
It shows you the steps and the procedure
To turn liquids into solids
Somewhere you have to apply your knowledge
What happens when the snow melts
And you left with the ice
You have to be precatious
You have to sacrifice
So you want slip up
And fall
But if you do
Get back up and stand tall
(Chorus)
The snow comes down
It looks so peaceful
Is it safe and sound
The snow is a winters storm
Just know it won't cost you harm
(,Verse 2)
Put on your gear
Your shirt your pants
You sock your shoes
Maybe some boots
Don't forget the hat
Can't go outside without that
You have to be fully clothed
Let this weather
Know you're in control
You go out there and build
Snow man, Snow Angel
Snow tracks
Have fun doing it
Don't lack
Don't be sad , because of the storm
This will pass over won't mean you no harm
(Chorus)
The snow comes down
It looks so peaceful
Is it safe and sound
The snow is a winters storm
Just know it won't cost you harm
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
01/16/2022
Emma saw the light on that Sunday bright.
Her hands, they were folded, and knees bent right.
She smiles at the Pastor’s words.
The sun through the window stirred.
A slip up of epic proportions - quite!
Up front, in the center of congregants,
a holiness plagues, as the church does chant.
In sheer white she forgot slip.
Her blush is the shade of RIP.*
She slinks from her seat, in a hurried slant.
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*RIP for Rest In Peace.
H.A.L.T.
Written: by Miracle Man
September 19, 2020
Four times when Satan attacks us most quickly,
is when we’re Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired.
It’s during these times we cannot become prickly,
but by God’s word we should remain inspired.
These triggers are present throughout each day,
and appear as speed bumps in our daily living.
Even though we may slip up along the way,
*God answers our prayers and remains forgiving.
*1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Written by Gail DeBole
on July 2, 2020
Updated on July 4, 2020
Yet another Coronavirus poem...
Songwriters are composing original tunes.
Poets are writing to cope with the gloom.
Masks on our faces.
Dread in our hearts.
Please don’t slip up and go back to the start.
Germaphobes can laugh and shake their heads.
Knowing all along they were right instead.
Egg on our faces.
Feet in our mouths.
Regretting every germ-joke ever allowed.
Politicians caring for hours on air.
News celebrities asking the questions that care.
CDC alerts that change by the day.
So much to do, and so much to say.
Subways and buses are so clean they squeak.
Tarmacs for airplanes are on a clean-streak.
Medical people checking fevers and such
You won’t pass through if your temp is too much.
The invisible monster wafts through the air.
It settles in victims and does not care
That it hurts humans. It’s really quite fair
Spreading drama equally and ignoring prayer.
People worry when they go to a store.
What will greet them as they walk in the door?
The whole world is worried.
The whole world is scared.
And those who are not are common-sense bare.
A misstep detected
His image affected
PR staff directed
Positive spin injected
The slip-up rejected
An opponent suspected
To torture subjected
The slander corrected
Unanimously, as expected
The President re-elected
Foul play unsuspected
Threat now deflected
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