"misdemeanour" poems
What a time to be alive,
Where words have no value
It is easier to understand animals than people,
Where people love in a cryptic language
only they understand,
Where being one to being apart
Takes just about a weekend,
Where the world is in political chaos
Capitalism is still at the top,
Religion and race still matter,
As if we got stuck in the same history chapter.
Where people don't say what they feel
But often feel what they say
Their voice lacking a clear purpose,
With thoughts running all over the place.
Empathy is a thing of the past it seems,
With nobody to hold your hand when you fall
But pretending they are in it for the long hall.
Are you a stoic? Is it keeping you at bay?
It seldom works as emotions always get in your way,
Times are trying, they are uncertain
Today every misdemeanour is costly,
Every mistake is sinful,
Times when silence is as good as violence.
Where people are seeking therapy but no one wants
To work towards finding happiness,
Where everyone wants to talk but,
With no one to listen
It sparks fear to even think about
bringing a child into this world.
Has the world gone far into the deep end?
Do you still want to pretend,
Like nothing has happened
And we are still the same?
Or do you want to take a stand
To make things better?
Rise from the ashes to save the world
Maybe it can't be saved,
Maybe this is it - the dystopia
Maybe we are just brave,
To even hold this thought of a change!
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
Not a wanderer stuck on the crest of lonely waves.
Nor running ragged on the sands of time.
Traipsing wearily through the wracks of sodden salty ****
As cold water laps over their feet abandoned on craggy rocks.
Not always at sea.
Vagrant migrants.
From rock to rock.
Hark,
Ungodly whistling, clicking and howling.
Wailing and bemoaning.
Poseidon knows that they're around.
They strut around the rocks, all knowing.
Their lives they live as one of two.
Choose their one for life.
Should you see one in your salty path.
Foreboding spirit, a warning of turbulence to come.
A past sailor boy seen in totem of bird.
Not so swell, an evil omen.
Moons long past, the only witnesses to a killing crime.
Saw Albatross have his feet cruelly hewed.
Tobacco pouch for jack tar and his pals.
Ancient mariners in a doctrine of distortion.
Sky sailors slept on the wing over night.
Such misdemeanour,
Their perceptions were not right.
The birds perished in the dead of night.
As they did not ever rest in flight.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
My knight in shining armour upon his gallant steed,
Or rather, truth be told, my gallant knight in his shining steed,
Rescued me in my hour of need
When I decided to adventure off piste
To view an ancient church,
For a couple of minutes, or so I thought,
With not a care for any danger or dragons.
But my wheels sunk deep into the cemented mud,
So I had to ring and surreptitiously confess my deed.
He came racing back
To the midsts of nowhere,
Thank goodness for what three words.
We pushed, we pulled, we added straw and sheets of wood,
But the vehicle was stuck fast.
With the light dimming,
We shovelled the earth,
The van decided to play ball,
And with a flurry of mud
Came free at last,
Thanks to my honourable knight
For rescuing me in my misdemeanour.
Oh me and my easily distracted brain!
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 11:52 AM UTC
In this age of technology
And auto spell checker,
Is it too much to ask for
In this HePo commune?
There really is no excuse I’m sure,
To come a cropper
With _your_ and _you’re_.
Possession or identity?
Am I alone
In my frustrating annoyance
At this growing misdemeanour?
So much so I move on
Without even a Like,
For there’s nothing to see,
That makes any sense.
Are you guilty?
A grammar snob too?
Or is it.... just me?
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
Watching his playtime,
His fun's hot,
On fire,
Blazing,
Voracious, hungry,
Slides silk tongue into hearts while dancing,
Prancing on screens monopoly,
Only stage on which he plays,
Dancing in mind as he spins his yarn,
Distinguished,
Feeds fire with fire,
Fire on which the ladies dance,
Struts on stiletto heels,
Sharp and rapid,
Maybe rabid!
Toxic treats mistreated,
He has an honours' degree!
In misdemeanour's fun,
In trussing hearts embalmed!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Shock firstly
followed by awe
a crow's mocking
caw
as the blouse comes off &
then the bra
tossed now
nonchalantly aside
the flighty flirty skirt
yanked down
and of course the knickers
...follows.
Blouse and skir
leaping over the wall
bra being worn
by an apple tree
the knickers being led up
the garden path.
"Ok..!" I say "...oK!"
"Enough is ENOUGH!"
The wind is in a silly mood.
I chase it chasing me
I trying to catch
the scattered clothes.
The line looking
almost naked.
** ** shouts the wind
enjoying itself immensely.
All that remains toeing the line
are a blue boxers and yellow socks
who have manfully withstood
the wind's assaults.
The wind chanting:
"Get them off..get them off!"
like a drunk punter
at a striptease show.
The wind drops and
drops the stolen items.
The line smiling
with all of its skewed pegs
looking shameful and
gormless
at the wind's
misdemeanour.
"I was only trying it on!"
sulks the wind.
"Trying to get in touch with
my feminine side!"
Knickers in hand
I slam the door
in its protesting
face.
"A cross dressing wind...
....that's all I need!"
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
You waited for Fay
by the entrance
of the outdoor
swimming pool
in Bedlam Park
the Saturday afternoon sun
still strong
the voices and screams
of the kids in the pool
coming through
the high hedge
that surrounded all
around except where
the entrance was
with its turnstiles
and changing rooms
and wire boxes
where kids
kept their clothes
Pete Badham and his cronies
had gone by and in
a few minutes before
giving you the hard stare
which you returned
with equal share
you wondered if Fay’s father
had stopped her going
finding some passage
in the Bible that he claimed
made it a sin
or maybe she had been kept in
for some misdemeanour
but then you saw her
coming through the park
in a blue dress
with a white towel
wrapped under an arm
thought you might not come
you said as she came
to the entrance
Mum let me come
after Daddy’d gone
off to work
she said
she opened a hand
to show the coins
held there
her eyes you noticed
were red
as if she’d been crying
glad you’re here
you said
me too
she replied
and you both went in
each to the separate areas
for boys and girls
once you had changed
and put your clothes
in the wire box
you went out
to the pool
and dived in
the cool water
and waited for Fay
to come in
Dave Walker was there
at the deep end
keeping an eye
on Badham and his cronies
giving you the thumbs up
when Fay came out
she stood hesitant
on the edge
of the pool
dressed in her black
swimming costume
come on in
you called and waved
she climbed down
into the water
and swam towards you
her fair hair
darkened by the water
her legs flapping
behind her
as she swam
her hands pushing through
the water’s skin
as she came to you
she put her arms
around your neck
her damp face
close to yours
you put your arms
around her waist
and she winced
and you let go
what’s up?
you asked
nothing
she said
just a bruise
and she swam off
to the edge of the pool
and you followed her
and she pulled herself
onto the edge
and sat there
looking out
at the other kids swimming
you heaved yourself
onto the edge of the pool
beside her
she looked away
towards the high hedge
and you noticed
thin red marks
on her thigh
what’s that?
you asked
pointing to her thigh
sign I have sinned
she whispered
Daddy said
to show the flesh
is a sin
and wouldn’t let me come
and I answered him back
and he made the mark of
me having sinned
she stared at you
and touched your hand
say nothing to anyone
she said
promise?
ok
you said
let’s go swim
she said
and dived in again
you seeing
the red marks
and sensing the pain.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
Like two drug infested adolescents tied together
in a knotting of legs and arms
grasping onto their other in a desperate out of breath race to taste artificial oxygen.
We waltz in our movie picture romance
like ribbons clawing the air with satin misdemeanour.
"I love you" thy lady will sigh, with a rush of body limbs
and a chucking of worthless organs into the partners coma-patient,
poisoned state.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
I set off to myself improve,
Google as mentor, what a groove,
I changed my responses,
To a bully's nonsense,
Adopted a calm demeanour,
Ignored childish misdemeanour,
To be a calm and capable old bag,
Even when tolerance flags.
Keep on smiling all the way,
Let's have a totally peaceful day!
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
Sorry I posted this twice accidentally!
Hymn!
Watching his playtime,
His fun's hot,
On fire,
Blazing,
Voracious, hungry,
Slides silk tongue into hearts while dancing,
Prancing on screens monopoly,
Only stage on which he plays,
Dancing in mind as he spins his yarn,
Distinguished,
Feeds fire with fire,
Fire on which the ladies dance,
Struts on stiletto heels,
Sharp and rapid,
Maybe rabid!
Toxic treats mistreated,
He has an honours' degree!
In misdemeanour's fun,
In trussing hearts embalmed!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Don't Tell Me What to Do !
Just a humorous look at the ten commandments!
Handed down biblical tablets,
Telling us what not to do!
Not sure if they apply to you!
Message was I'm not to steal,
Or so the bible said,
Have no money left today,
Will starve and end up dead,
Out of sight's not out of mind,
Not sure what else to do,
Steal a sandwich,
One or maybe two!
Which I would never do!
See nothing funny,
Commandment two,
Thou shalt not ****
With this commandment,
I hereby concur with you!
Worship no-one human,
In this our mortal world of sin,
If God exists there's only one,
So let his will be done!
To make a graven image ,
Is a phoney,
Misdemeanour,
Wee mischief,
Does that include a photograph?
Maybe does,
So Moses said!
Depends interpretation,
*** I hear you say,
You took his name in vain,
Not such a great thing to say,
Within this Godly game!
Mother, mother where's my tea,
Get it now,
Get it for me,
Little honour left these days,
Sure it's there a bit,
Unfound unnoticed,
It beats me!
You married once,
Hoped for life,
What went wrong,
Found someone,
Another's husband,
Or someone else's wife,
With this statement I agree,
But don't stay if unhappy,
Steal not another's mate,
A cheating heart,
Well that ain't great!
In Adulterer's Bible, sixteen hundred and thirty one,
A misprint, stated errors, sated,
'Thou shalt commit adultery'
A.K.A, The Wicked Bible!
Thought this was really rather funny!
Steal lies and nothing else,
When stolen just discard them,
Gossip not,
Keep phantom stories to yourself,
Enough muck and lies in field of life,
Without them further spreading!
Take nothing from your neighbours,
Without their prior permission,
You may not want to love them,
Take them to your heart or care,
We all have human needs you do declare,
That one day you may need them there!
Some of these are mixed together,
In one almighty mess!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
This civilisation I do lament,
For what was intended I cannot see,
All banks and buildings from fields of cement,
We can’t turn back from what we know to be.
Another way seen distant in the mist,
From a distance, copy it we cannot.
Never, before we are within its midst,
Will we look back and see what we forgot.
Look back we will but not with longing eyes,
We know the mistake of the wife of Lott.
With knowledge we’ll look back and realise,
Exactly what we had, and now what we’ve got.
Hist’ry of humanity is replete,
With lessons, from times of old, of others,
From whose misdemeanour caused our retreat,
Learn willingly and see our endeavours.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
There are 86 miles between us,
86 miles and your friend and my misdemeanour,
I live on a rollercoaster of hope and happiness,
Then despair
I feel such love and dedication
And such self
Disapppintment
I seek a simple life,
Just you and I
And love
But there is also a mountain
Yet to climb
And I hate it
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 6:33 PM UTC
I've got the *******
that fellow called time
and I'm goner waste him
as he did waste my time
Oh cruel trickster
to make the latter me
feel complete yet now I fade
how wicked is time, I'm full of rage
Did you think I would not catch you
you horrid jester of fate
I will write like a ******
before all is to late
But before that
I am going to shake the **** out of you
your misdemeanour's in the first degree
make me work for my poetry
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
It's a misdemeanour of cold that shivers away on goose-bumping feelings that the wind always steals with semantics.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
If I had to start listing down my vices, I would start with sloth, my God complexes and you....
Thinking about you every night before going to sleep
In between my dreams, in them, and after them.
In a state of wishfulness and delusion,I imagine you are mine
That you long for me the same way that I long for you
Ages ago, the mere sight of you or even the thought of you
Would comfort me and embrace me with hope
Hope that you might, one day, very soon, see how we are meant to be
Or hope, that on my grand revelation, you would shed your own inhibitions
And tell me, that, afterall this while, it really wasnt all in my head
I have lived through my darkest and most dismal days on this tiny glimmer of hope
And comforted myself by the fact, that you really didnt know
And that was enough for a while
Till you broke the bubble
And you did it with style
You gave me a taste of what it would be like to be with you
But you snatched it away even more quickly
No questions asked, no feelings exchanged, no explanations given
A drunken misdemeanour for us, thats all
A new kind of torture had been planted
Whats real and what was just a dream, was made clear once and for all
Maybe this is the best thing that could have happened
Cause hope can be a curse
That mind palace can imprison you and eat away at who you really are within
But I had gotten my dose
With passion and nonchalance, both
No what-ifs, no butterflies
Truthfulness and acceptance
Maybe this is the best thing that could have happened
A standing ovation for our player...
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
A tumbling world fell round her ears.
She who knew him less than a year.
They fell in love a rash decision.
A total misdemeanour.
Love scratched at two.
Neither one who wanted it.
But still it came.
It came true and strong.
Not for long,
Sadly gone.
The sun shined on their love.
As if were blessed by heaven above.
Then autumn provided excuses of regret.
And winter chased them both.
Both chased away.
No regrets.
She knows not if again their paths will ever cross.
She hopes it will be so.
But not to love as love was lost.
Washed in pride so much is gone.
How much more is left to lose?
She would love to visit him again.
No more love.
No more pain.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
Tiny petrified planet shaking in the undergrowth.
All life could be destroyed.
Ignoring the irony of wars that walked before.
Indiscriminate.
Petty bits of squabbling, soon turning into all out war.
Faces of crying infants bleed.
The war machine they continue to feed.
Sadly shallow.
Silent streets,
Cold retreats.
The buzzing bombs and calls to pray.
War is queer, nothing gained.
Oblivion has no answers for the necromancers and the poets.
The peaceful and the simple ones, no optimism left
Once upon a time a chalice,
Edged with hearts and flowers bust.
Sure and certain of destruction.
Blood lust.
Crimson blood, became jet black.
The mindless demons did attack.
The Russians and Americans,
Joint force in eerie unison.
Unison of misdemeanour,
England expected to do her bit as the world is turning sour.
Stop and think, respect our world.
These could become our Earth's final hours.
(C) LIVVI
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
I hear your right back at the start,
While I'm scaling off the chart.
Goodbye to A typical fake misdemeanour,
A classical insecure demeanour.
The parts of myself that I trusted you with,
Now gifts of lasting memories I give.
Reminding me what I knew to be true,
Most stay when their gaining from you.
I happened to meet the one white witch,
She told me her name was Stevie Nicks.
When I asked her she sadly agreed,
That she sang her song Dreams for me.
So I would know exactly what to do,
Say no more for mi-casa su-casa for you.
Along I move to a happier beat,
Light as air on tiny dancers feet.
With A left hand girl by my right side,
Singing to our new song Riptide.
A tiger with a kitten inside,
Together we make friends with our Jekyll and Hyde.
Say good bye to the groom and bride.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC