"misprision" poems
The world is filled with division
Resulting in endless collision
Because we fail to envision.
We only use literal vision
Without a second of indecision
We jump to rash decision
And attempt to imprison
Those who caused the division
Without giving revision
To our lack of precision.
resulting in misprision
Which only adds to collision
And the terrible decision
To access our nuclear provision
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
1.2k
You are
A Long Train
And singed
Such a hard labour
A disfigured lump
In a pale chromosome
Your voice is perspiring
And your sterile tall slant -wise to the left
So
Petrified me
Your very soul
When she pack her luggage, as a blindman
Plucking vines in the dust
Let it be
A Let alone
Your Head Gloves
And learn the names for ten touching things
And see for all
Without sacking their faces with your eyes
And throw them so
A beggar coins casted away in a dish
Laid down on the the fear's pavement
Let it be
Let alone
Your heart
It depends on who pays more !!!
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC