"mislay" poems
i make home of my mothers bloodied *****
there in which i sit in place of her heart
folded in upon oneself;
a shirt neatly placed within a drawer
careful hands awaken a fragile mind
cleft thoughts born from heavy tongues,
a mar amongst the brood.
draped over with shadow left by matron-age
heed the call of the other,
for naïveté will be one’s ruining
when those who give care
mislay their aptitude for it amongst the babe and wash.
Mar 10, 2023
Mar 10, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
When I started to learn Murisha1
You are in the step of Mattla2
You tell me that,
“Take up Makkaut3 and
Go for Bip'ba4” otherwise
“Their Jab'ba- gibir5Job'basha6 will come and
take you to their Job'ba7!”
I replied, “If I engage in Makkaut,
The jingle will mislay!”
You just giggle and
Said “Beersalang8” !
Now after the squall
Everything is vivid and emerald
The melody of Murisha
Strike on Borail
and thinning out to the entire Raji9!
The wave of music sometime drive away your Ri’kro10
And your chortle flows through Diyung to the valley! ■■■
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
When the sun hits
She pillages tools from the toolbox
Only herself to fix
When the moon sits
Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest
Matters not where she is
Some nights
She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths
Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes
Some nights
The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war
Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
My heart holds no remorse for me, and the love that I have lost
No sympathy for heartache, no concept of the cost
The empty time that saw my heart be frozen by the frost
From bitter winds of loneliness
and the cold lines I have crossed
Somewhere along the way it seems I found myself deserted
The love that once had burned in me, so strangely now diverted
Perhaps the efforts of my hopeless days and nights, concerted
Have left me here alone again, all thoughts of love perverted
Many tears ago now, I had known loves warm embrace
Too many years ago now to remember saving grace
Though I recall your loving ways, the smiles there on your face
I say your name out loud at times,
conjecture, just in case
I know it does no good now, to impart these thoughts to you
These dreams of what once was, now lost in memorial review
It leaves me deep within myself, my thoughts slightly askew
My heart refuses all requests to mislay its love for you
A heart that once knew what it meant, to love and hold so dear
The feelings of another heart, to comfort and revere
To see what lies ahead in life, where thoughts are crystal clear
Only soon to witness all that sadness will reveal
Hearts are never meant you see, to grieve in lamentation
Our minds recalling memories in quiet meditation
Tears fall as the rain, and as you drown in desperation
You find that you are traveling to sorrows destination
And so I must submit to the things that hearts bestow
And somehow to endure the pain my heart must undergo
I wonder if your heart will thus allow the status quo
And I alone, to long for you...
I guess that's how it goes
I live with a remorseless heart, for love I can’t retain
Within the thoughts of heartache and these things I can’t explain
I wonder when will love repent, to circumvent the pain
And quiet my poor broken hearts sorrowful refrain....
Dean Evans
6-14-14
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
When you had to leave
I just forgot how to breathe;
lost track of time, hell,
I mislay my senses
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
Scars.
Rigid and raised,
Mountains of haze
Hazy night in a daze.
No lust or hope for praise.
Essays and essays,
Exhanged
Musical phrase
About crossroads and freeways
Begging for that skin craze.
Seeking to feel pain
With the punishing blockades,
Lifelike screenplays,
And memorial Sundays.
Those thoughts will betray
We misinterpret and mislay,
With winter like swordplay
And summer like dark grays.
It weighs and weighs.
Let me rephrase...
Scars.
This is cliche, but I'm amazed.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
Conscious or not, it's still not okay.
As it eats the inside, causing ultimate decay.
I know its my fault to go wondering away,
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
My mind may ramble, causing major delay.
Tearing me up, to be left on display.
I know it's my fault for involving in child's play,
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
"Go ahead, be gone, sit up, walk away.
I am forever done with your little screenplay."
Over and over, I frown and say.
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
Leave me hurt, go on, betray.
I am that rotten, old bouquet.
The one you step on and seem to mislay,
Yes, I am the one who has left me astray.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC