Unfitting Poems

Hindsight is 2025

Deck the halls with gold
and whitewash society
erase the bonds of culture 
and that unfitting history
focus on how pretty 
your teenage bride will be.

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The One

Are adversities making you cry?
In due time, your eyes will dry.
Let not life pass you by.
Do your best not to stress.

Embrace your uniqueness,
and take hold of life.
Stand up and don't be shy.
Take life's wings and fly.

There's no need to sigh.
To your reality, just say, 'Hi'.
To normality, just say goodbye.
Join the eagles in the sky,
and let the wind take you high. 

There is ONE walking upon
the waters in your life's storms,
who feels the pains you have borne
and the unfitting garments you have worn.
He's saying to you, "Do not fear or even tear".                                                                                                                              
It is I, The ONE who speaks truth and will never lie.

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Mind's Eye

My private universe
resides far beyond the cosmos
and into galaxies yet unfound.
Man’s mortal eye
cannot appreciate
the vastness of beyond.

My private universe
encompasses all, yet nothing.
It is much too profound to contain.
No human sought
to walk moist, spongy shores,
none to drink its knowledge.

My private universe
oozes with untold adventure
and pictures of never-before-seen
frames from my mind.
Caricature creatures
silently syphon words,

Unfitting to exist.

Bad Poet

I have nothing to lose, by submitting.
My poems aren't perfect, I'm admitting.
A crime of bad rhymes, I'm committing.
A disease of word misuse, I'm transmitting.
I try to be hard-hitting, but my diction is unfitting.
There are times I feel like quitting,
Then a gem is born, after some diligent editing.

My Poetic Process

My Poetic Writing Process!

Imma scribbling these scrambled lines
piecing them together as unfitting puzzle
     pieces
hoping and coping with whatever message
     they convey to my readers
hoping and coping they aren't mere babble
hoping and coping they aren't mere rubble
     among the rabble
hoping and coping they have some merit to
     my readers
even though they were sporadically made up
even though they could be complete
     nonsense
even though no one may or may not
     understand them!

God-Given Garments

I am blessed and highly favored with the acquaintance of a Godly one
Her approach to God's throne most assuredly invokes His Presence

From my vantage point, her example of devotion is incredible
I am often taken aback by her love for God and His people

The touch of God that I see upon her life is very inspiring
I am moved when I observe the way she meditates

I admire the way she sits quietly in His Presence
I am overwhelmed by her early morning rises

I am deeply touched by the way she sacrifices
May she keep being the intercessor that she is

May she keep wearing her God-Given garment
Because anything less would be most unfitting

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Fruit Soup - For Rhyme Battle Xii

Fruit Soup

The prize is a sackful of loot
Just write me an ode about fruit
The rules will be binding and strict
No cheating for I wont be tricked

You may deem it rather unfitting
I’m judging and I won’t be quitting
So don’t sit and moan, groan or whinge
Or say nothing rhymes with orange

It’s likely the winner will plan it
And include something like pomegranate
And then without being obscene
He’ll win with one word... aubergine


19 January 2019
For Rhyme Battle XII Contest
Sponsor Juli- Michelle

Novel Traverses

She came in, alright
In the still void of the night;
A stillness only raped by the resonance of her loosely fluttering nightie
Mercilessly thrashed by the whistling wind; wintry as it wafts on lightly,
Transmuting the skin sallow
Yet, she came in …Poised, but fallow;
Graceful but uncultivated, like two contrasting auras
Forged into that one chief essence that wriggles the finest floras
Into a verdantly scented existence;
That which enriches mankind’s olfactory empiricism. Hence,
Has my soul been charmed, and shall be spoiled for days.
An anomaly, not for my regal ways-

An imperial blood craving eternal confluence with turbid waters;
I’m a Prince in love with one of the peasant farmer’s daughters.

An unfitting art crafted by Gaea…
But like my soul itched for, she came in…
Elegantly writhing her way to share with me under my bedding
And we danced the night away, aired with Sayer.

Social Injustice

Who’s right is it to tell us it is bad?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is wrong?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is disgraceful?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is improper?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is unfitting?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is inopportune?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is troubled?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is hopeless?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is indecent?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is unethical

Why do people think they have the right to tell someone how to live?
Why do people think they have the right to tell someone they are wrong?
Why do people think they have the right to tell someone anything?

The human race was created with an ability no other animal has.
We as humans have the ability and honor of having independence.
Freedom to live our lives how we want with no restrictions.
To do what we want when we want. 
All other animals are bound to their owners and mother nature.

So why are humans trying to take that away from each ourselves?
If that’s gone what is left?

We decide out fate.
We decide what we want.
We decide what we do.
We decide.

not you

-K

The Unplanned Spin

The Day you came to his life as sparkle sunshine…
He had one more day to cherish it with wine…

From the day of your existence he was always there for you…
Just he wanted you to bloom and make him proud too…

In the society he never intended to put limit on your proclivity…
But he knew the cruel color of the people in the vicinity…

Don’t come to the conclusion about him as a man bad…
Even his heart skipped the “beat” when you called him dad….

He slogs to draw up your beautiful fate…
Don’t be devoid of feeling & burn that hate…

Don’t weigh up him with someone by your side….
Else his soul may run away so far & hide….

Put down him with tenderness as you never did it before…
He will take wing & smile in the heart deep core....

It’s unfitting, what you call as "My Choice"....
Still he won't double back & be your voice....

By - (Gautam)
17th April 2015

Who Am I

Angelyn is my name, you know 
that already
Beside my looks and what you 
hear and see
Do you really know who I am and 
what I wanted to be?
Perhaps not... so don't judge me 
easily!

Outwardly, I may be sound and 
look unfitting
Let's accept the fact, there's no 
perfect humanbeing
I have my flaws, imperfections 
and wishful thinking
But deep inside my heart, I'm 
compassionate and loving.

My true identity, the real me... 
isn't hard to define
I don't pretend coz its hard to 
wear shoes that aren't mine
What you see is what you get, just 
read between the line
Unfortunately not everyone will 
get it...but that's fine.

Even sometimes I am judge and 
misunderstood
I'm trying my best to make sense, 
be productive, to be good
To be nice, to be honest and be 
myself whatever my mood
Struggling to make both ends 
meet... I wish I could

Only God knows my struggles and 
all I've given and taken
Problems do come and go for us 
to be shaken
No matter what happens, I'll face 
each day with a smile
My faith is strong, someday I can 
reach a thousand mile.

Untying the Knot In My Stomach Will Take Much More Than Guts

I’m looking for the world,
 
But the world isn't looking for me.
 
I thought I had the answers, sitting by a tree.
 
Like Newton did when the apple came suddenly.
 
Everything to me is just a big meloncholy.
 
I wish I could make myself feel something else.
 
But instead I just feel like ice that will melt.
 
Nothing in my life makes any sense what so ever.
 
I go about life as if I were actually clever.
 
Nobody cares to listen, whatever.
 
My words are pointless, and you never cared for better.
 
I have created a trap in my conscious, stitched like leather.
 
It's permanent and I feel like I can't change my stormy weather.
 
 
I have learned to deal with the reality that was given.
 
But I refuse to let go of my story, how unfitting.
 
I am not surprised that I am failing so miserably.
 
I almost had it all, yes, almost in synchrony. 
 
One piece at a time, like parts of a Christmas tree.
 
Decorating my life, ever so slowly.
 
As I see myself in the mirror, so lonely.
 
I put on a smile and say "forget you, Jeromy."
 
I was given every opportunity to advance.
 
But God didn't save me so the Devil took his chance.
 
And won.

Serial Pt2

Confusion there the translation fleeting,
Mind racing thoughts with no meaning,
Conclusion nearing the finale in sight,

Knowing my actions will raise fright,
Victims envisioned there is no light,
Lord knows each action is unfitting,

Emotions burst yet always unfeeling,
Internally my mind completely reeling,
Punishment coming forcing the fight,

Soon here they will be maybe at night,
Quenching your search brings delight,
Confrontation here the wait agonizing,

Bdsm (Bravery/Divinity/Saviour/Martyr)

Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes

Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.

Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...

Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.

A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.

Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.

Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.

Who Is the Child?

I giggled like a child
I looked in awe
My daughter by my side
Somehow it would not
Of seemed unfitting
For her to give
Me
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