Living in an open book,
I am everywhere I look,
I thought I took a wrong turn,
Feeling the fire burn,
I yearn for peace.
Releasing my hold,
Dropping the load,
Eroding into the landscape,
There's no need to escape,
The lesson is taking shape,
I am the paper,
The vapor in the air,
I wrote every word there,
My story to share,
For those out there,
Looking for a reason to care,
Life may not seem fair,
Careful of overreacting,
You may be redacting some content,
Seeking consent,
For how your day went,
Letting another use the pen,
Until you say when,
Rising up again,
Writing your way in,
The firing pin,
Locked in position,
Awaiting the decision,
Primed for the mission,
Exploding with precision,
I am spiritually driven,
I've written this story over and over,
Never crossing over,
The older I get,
The more I see it,
I am perfecting my gift,
A rift within the present,
Choosing different,
Changing each instant,
The end is in the distance,
I see another chance,
Will I return for another dance,
Or play in the expanse,
I love this experience.
Hope y'all are enjoying the chapter your writing.
How it feels when love took a wrong turn
Like spice was turned up high and burned
Like you were promised a piece of pie
But instead got a plate full of worms
Feelings that fill your head with heartburn
Worse than what happens eating the wrong food
Knowing it taste so good but is bad for you
Same thing applies to a toxic lover who
Shattered heart you are apart
but still feel connected to
Heart farts that try to save face
Despite being full of black tears
Holding on to memories of good days
Despite the dingy dungeon bad years
Forgiving loving love despite not receiving
Losing yourself in someone else
Especially one so cunning and deceiving
Finding one single sunny spot in it all
Knowing now not to look down
For life is forward thinking stand tall
Knowing that this may have went bad
But to love someone is always good
You are one person closer to happiness that
Will be warm and charmed as blessings should
A man who enjoyed writing code
once took a wrong turn down a road.
Forsaking recursion,
he took an excursion,
now dabbles in sonnets and odes.
His java is still close at hand,
but now it is black and smells grand.
Who needs a compiler?
Just hike a two-miler;
the bugs are all out on the land.
no, I’m not perfect,
just a man finding his way
but took a wrong turn
no, I’m not perfect,
and I never claimed to be -
bloody good guess though
no, I’m not perfect
but I can see the scars where
your horns used to be
no, I’m not perfect
but you know what else I’m not?
I’m not barking mad
no, I’m not perfect,
and Ken and Barbie we ain’t -
you’re a Chucky doll
no, I’m not perfect
but together we could be -
yeah a perfect storm
no, I’m not perfect
but there's a diff’rence between
perfect and awesome
no, I’m not perfect
but I think you need a drink…
boiled bat’s blood perhaps
no, I’m not perfect
but neither am I a rude
narcissistic bit*h
no, I'm not perfect
but girl you sure as hell ain't
on my to-do list
no, I’m not perfect,
now let’s order some Chinese -
I’ll have the Fok Yu
no, I’m not perfect,
and I’m sorry I’m not your
Mr Right. Cheque please!
Written: September 2014
He caught his bus to Barnsley
Thinking he’d be there soon
But the driver took a wrong turn
And they landed on the moon
Where the King of the Selenes
A most delightful host
Served them Lunar Honey
On hot buttered toast
And a string quartet played
Until half past three
When the Lady Queen
Served her special lemon tea
Then they all stood chatting
As the driver turned his bus around
And at the very first attempt
Got it straight off the ground
Back down in Barnsley
He couldn’t for his life
Think of an excuse
To tell his waiting wife
So he told the truth
Which cost him a clout
As she whacked his head
On her angry way out
If there’s a moral to this story
It’s no matter how he tries
If the world don’t like the truth
They’ll insist a fellow’s telling lies
Mark shot his arrow on Saturday
It never returned, just sped away
It took a wrong turn –
turbo afterburn
Maybe it will be back on Friday
WAY TO PERFECTION
Do I need more than two legs
So I can walk a thousand steps in a minute
Do I need more than two arms
So I can stretch them and grab what is a hundred miles away
Do I need more than two wings
So I can fly deep in the sky like an eagle
Do I need more than two eyes
So I can see both present and unpredictable future
Do I need to be gold or diamonds
So I can light the route before I hook and start afresh
Do I need to stronger like a spider
So I can spy tick behind my backyard
Do I need to be a woman
Do I need to be a man
Do I need a bulletproof
Like country soldiers who die in silly wars for careless citizens
Do I need more than two rockets
So I can evacuate rocks in my way
Can I have all I need
Can I acquire such certain speed
Maybe I took a wrong turn
Should I go back to my genesis
So I can rebuild my flaws
And learn how to love them
© John Kazadi
Mirror mirror on the wall
There throughout our life
The smile a missing tooth brought
My childhood memory
How many cracked reflections are there now
Bad diet, low self esteem, unhappiness
A life full of chaos
Hidden flaws that can’t be seen
Mirror mirror on the wall
Some took a wrong turn
See past the cracks and a new reflection appears
When we project chaos, we attract chaos
When we project kindness, we attract kindness
A while back my soul took a wrong turn
Sometimes I wonder if I had a tough birth,
Did I come out feet first like a blue-faced luge runner?
Banking right, then left onto the icy cuff
launching into a starless pit of nothingness-
Maybe mom's breasts were filled with booze.
Maybe too much old-fashioned strap
for the most minor infractions.
Without love to temper stings
life is just one big muddy slog
void of any spring.
I'm hesitant-simple decisions are difficult.
and that ever-present haze of mistrust
once sparkling relations turning diamonds into dust-
Maybe I snapped when that pissed off farmer.
wrapped a dead snake around my neck-
For freeing his herd of cows-now I'm a bit of a control freak.
Wanting to palm butterflies and honeybees.
Maybe it was the fifth grade "teacher"(you know who you are).
With the strong cologne and loose hands-
That made me into a quicksand man.
Everybody I meet gets sucked into the ooze.
I need to let it all go-clean the mental lint trap.
But these sun crushers, present and past.
Keep arriving in sleek sharky waves.
Bearing loose plastic fingers and black satin drapes-
Sundays are blue
Monday's the start
The week be the cord,
Months are full
The sun gazes at earth,
mother moons duel
Sitting right but standing wrong
Left the door open
And the windows closed
A day gone, a moment to long
Junes cold but July coldest
I took a wrong turn, that be the greatest
Life's cold, so are you
Mountains are high,
The sky be blue
People move so do i,
Who and what?
They ask, i guess nobody has a clue!
They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day I’d pray!
What do they know of true love anyway?
A few times we went out, and we nearly kissed.
But things took a wrong turn. What had I missed?
I’m sure her friends said to keep me at bay.
What do they know of true love anyway?
They called me possessive; then even she
got an order from court to restrain me
for treasuring her!! Here’s all I can say:
What do they know of true love anyway?
They got me for murder; I love that girl still.
I could not have her, so no one else will.
I sit writing love poems, rotting away. . .
What do they know of true love anyway?
11/12/17 for the Stalker Contest of Silent One
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
REVISED..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106
Bewildered and frightened I took a wrong turn
I asked everyone what do I do
It was my Heavenly Mother who answered my cry
My dear child She said, "It's all up to you!"
But I listened with haste and again turned away
The demands of this life once again took their hold
Then with song I heard a faint voice call my name
"My dear child", she said, "You must take control"
This time I listened and I knew I could be
The child she commanded, yes now I could see
She showed the path I just had to believe
I could follow His trail and yes it was all up to me
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Said Hank to his pard, "I reckon we took a wrong turn back yonder!
How we ended up in this here gawd awful place I'll ferever ponder."
"Ya shoulda listened to me when we come to that Y in the trail,
But, no, you insisted we go left an' here we are!" he went on to rail!
"We ain't got a lick uv water an' I don't see none in them hogbacks.
We ain't met a livin' soul 'cept some prairie dogs an' diamondbacks!"
"Ho! Is them Injuns I hear comin' over that ridge back thar a-hollerin'?
This is jes' another fine skillet uv feesh ya have managed to git us in!"
"Buck up ol' pard" said Tex to his pal. "I'm sure they is friendly types,
Wantin' to parley fer some coffee, sugar an' terbaccy fer thar pipes!"
"But I reckon we shouldn't take chances an' if'n yer willin' ol' pard,
Me an' my hoss is leapin' off'n this cliff tho' the landin' be mighty hard!"
They took the plunge diggin' deep furrows with their noses in the ground!
Accordin' to lore this is how Black Hills gold in the Badlands was found!
Entry fer Isaiah Zerbst's "Cowboys In The Badlands" Contest
The unknown is the untold, forbidden but not forgotten secrets of the heart like songs of the dead…..
Dear soul of mine where off have you gone
Left I, a bag bones, buried deep in this earth
This body needs your company
I miss the sound of your breath
As you made my heart beat
But I fell for defeat like many
Am now i sing this song of the dead
Dear soul of mine, where off have you gone,
Have they accepted you in the havens?
Have they opened the doors for a wretch like you?
Is it a better place for all after all?
Indeed you use to tell me the truth
I guess these bones of mine took a wrong turn
Am In a dark place buried within the dust
The walls here are so dark,
I can’t open my eye enough to see light
This must be hell where I fell,
Dear soul of mine where off have you gone
Left I, a bag bones, buried deep on this earth
As dust fell to dust
I was buried and became the past
For love or lust
Come hold me again and let me fly again
Until the end of time
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