"misquoted" poems
The unspoken holds the secret
Of the entire concealed world
Misquoted so often with words
So many feelings yet to be felt
Often veiled with fabrications
Leave the feelings unsaid
As silence will echo the truth
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
A once dear friend
And I met up;
Twenty years since we spoke,
And neither one could talk.
We left each other's company
On terms of disagreement.
The ice was thick;
The air was clouded;
We stood beneath the shade.
The mountain didn't fall;
The earth didn't swallow;
The roof stayed on.
Nothing cracked our uncertainty.
Then we misquoted some old
Misunderstood memories
Of why we went our ways.
And felt the same.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 6:50 AM UTC
my breath is gone
a misquoted understanding
it is initiated by
lost geometric dimensions
of consciousness
a sensory experience
unlocatable, ecstatic
reveals an unexpected discovery
that binds cannot have
constriction of
leaves independent physical space
it is the color of a realized hallucination
like trying to find ones reflection
in Shiva mirrors
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
I am a mash-up of mishaps, strange facts and movie quotes.
A cacophony of cool dancing tin hats,
and concerned-looking men,
watching in white lab coats.
I am the hungry seagull searching for salmon,
dodging waves and annoyingly landing on ferry boats.
Dropping gifts to the sunbathers by the shore,
they never seem to appreciate.
Until they do, I will just drop more.
I am the spinning cactus made of rock.
I am the wealthy, rich millionaire
who sleeps in cheap hotels
and wears odd socks.
You are the last bit of toothpaste
you squeeze out of the tube
before throwing it away.
I haven't brushed my teeth all week.
What more can I say?
I am the broken toy tossed under the bed.
I am the breaking glass, the slamming door,
the words misquoted, misused,
and more than often misread.
I am the one who bites off
more than they can chew.
I am the one who tries and
tries and
tries
to
forget you,
but can never quite seem to.
I am the one who stays up late
sometimes,
to ponder, wonder,
and write these confused, riddled rhymes.
Today is Sunday,
and yet it's already tomorrow.
In my mind, there is no time:
But there is sorrow,
and bursts of joy
and glimpses of hope
and snippets of happiness
and times where I cope,
but most of the time?
Nope.
But today is alright.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Those bouts of doubts
Don’t suppress them, address them.
Don’t speak to them, speak with them.
You can risk brushing away that stupid thought
That suggests you can get away with an
“I was misquoted.” expression,
When fleetingly acknowledging them at a convenient hour.
For you can’t pretend to
Not have heard your ‘inner’ voice,
Over and over again
Till the apparently feeble voice confronts you
In rebellion, from civil unrest –
Of voices oppressed,
Probably a yearning plea sprouting into
A voice that crosses all decibels.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
I misquoted Marlowe
To my girlfriend;
Whose name happens
To be Helen:
Honey, I said,
*You've a face
That's sunk a thousand ships.*
She fired.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
You talk about agape
And leave me agape.
Really Beulah
Go peel me a grape.
At least you’d be useful
Because now you are not.
A bunch of superstitions
That is all you have got.
A badly written compendium
Of fairy tales for adults.
The kind of book of spells
A witch might consult.
Gobbledygook and folderol
All except the dead cats.
This kind of mumbo jumbo
Tells us exactly where you’re at.
If you came to me and said
I really dig Carlos Castaneda
And I want you to live by him
And his rules, I’d say, “Later!”
The same would be true if
You told me to dance in skin
Under the light of the moon
In the direction: widdershins.
If you came to me with a rock
And said the thing was breathing
You might as well claim it a baby
And tell me the rock is teething.
If you tell me waving your hands
Makes my bad mood go away
I might, out of pure courtesy
Not have that much to say.
But if you tell me I must talk
To infantile pieces of stone
And wave my hands at you
I’ll tell you to leave me alone.
The same thing goes for folks
That read misquoted old books
And when I say I don’t believe
They shoot me evil looks.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
I left a city of comfortable people
To experience God away from your steeple.
God is as vast as the clear, South Dakota sky,
Bigger than the sins of nonbelievers and their lies--
Petty problems tearing everyone apart.
He is greater than misquoted scripture,
Emotional phrases by judgmental hypocrites.
Yes, hallelujah to the Christ!
Go ahead and sing Kumbaya with all you've got.
You're trying to bring yourself closer to a God
Who is all around you.
Please stop to listen to yourself and your crew,
The truth is that you're limiting Him.
He's more than your facade and your two-dimensionality.
I'd rather believe in a God of mystery--
A God of gray.
I'm glad to have left your City of Black and White.
My God isn't boring,
He's infinite.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
we live in times
that make it difficult
to differentiate reality from fiction
not in the field of literature
where borders always have been fluid
but in quotidian discourses
of politicians television internet
speakers present unproven attitudes
as if they were reality unquestionable
and they get huffy and evasive
if proof comes out that they are wrong
they claim that they have been misquoted
or at least misunderstood
and even if they do recant
this never hits the front page of the medium
but somewhere inside mixed with trivialities
few people check
so it seems to be up to every one of us
to use our brains and bother
whether the data we are being served
are edible or rotten
bccause these speakers
seem to have forgotten
what communication is about
we need to really understand each other
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
We shall pass away
Die
Before you
Or I
make a dusted nickle
from our sticky prevarications
Our summations
The declarations
Of self we purport
To be of some interest
To others other than us
We shall fade like whispers
In a noisy room
With OUR echoes
Muffled
Tucked away
Until we
Are dirt-bound
Oh, we will be remembered
Recalled
Even misquoted
After
After
And when we are dead
We
Will guide
The stars
In
New Poets' skies
And dust off those nickles
So that they shine
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe it's my fault.
Tell yourself something,
then make it come true.
Hiding things within my eyes,
sinking into the blue.
I wish I could put into words
exactly how I feel,
but it doesn't make sense to you.
So I'm not gonna try.
You'll always wonder
what the specks were in my eye.
Mysterious pits and swirls,
leading down into darkness;
reflections on the water
of dreams coming true.
Ceaseless longing, endless praying,
sinking into the blue.
Aqua seafoam shame
blatant on my face always.
Misquoted misery staring ahead.
I guess nobody understands.
I just want to stop
the scars below my hands.
The body does what the mind wants,
so which would you like to help?
Because neither is okay.
Your dreams for me won't come true,
I've already sunken into the blue.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Welcome to Facebook, friends!
Table or booth?
If you'd like, you can belly up to the bar
and drink til your drunk
There's nobody here to cut you off
when you've had too much
Today's specials include
****** politics
out and out lies
misquoted so called experts
one sided arguments
ever-growing divisiveness
and unnecessarily spilled guts
with cat videos for dessert
Shall I start you off with
today's appetizer special?
We have fried butthurtedness
with a special guilt dip.
think about it, and I'll be back
We're ready to order sir.
We'll have the all you can eat buffet.
Keep the plates coming thanks!
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
separately simulated
through words; ideally
separated simultaneously.
restrung, hung, ******
far beyond recognition,
misquoted.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
You are only because fire ( talks outside the normal wear that tears my love) is gorgeous
Elephants purr serpent glare
Bulls market moonlite misquoted
Earned love
(Without a thousand mental bandages) to cover the flood)
As a satellite
The way we became beasts
Taught to host our own destruction
Bloodsuckers vampsexy because nobody wants to be a referred to as
a tickworm or host them
“Its in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Or each other first."
I quote a long dead ***
Privy to #2 pencil techniques
A bit poison.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
The tall man placed his hat on the table by the backdoor. Rubbed his hands together to warm them from the
cold, turned the kettle into a cup that was left on the counter - sipped it and felt the warm coffee flow down his throat.
In walked Bill with his notepad in hand and pen behind his ear. He smiled at Abe and sat by the table.
"Love this hat Abraham." He chuckled.
"Well thank you kindly." Abe replied as he swept it away suspiciously. "Don't think I have disposed of the memory of the last time you complimented my stovepipe."
In came Jack laughing, "How can anyone forget that!"
"Oh great here he is 'three initial man.' Hey Jack, how are the crops shaping up?"
"Oh you should come out with me for dinner Abe, I am having dinner with three shapely crops tonight at Maxwell's Plum."
"I am fine, take this bard with you so that he can stop writing and live a bit."
"Come on Abe you act as if you are scared of the women or maybe you are just scared of the possibility of feeling a sense of that strange and alien emotion you seem to be allergic to - happiness."
"I am not a coward, gentlemen."
“A most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.”
"Here he goes again quoting himself."
"The whole world, for over 500 years have been misquoting me or quoting me at the most inappropriate moments. Scenes of stupidity being played on stages at every second of the day. I, dear sir, have an unlimited license to quote myself at any moment."
"Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed, is more important than any other one thing." Lincoln responded.
"I know that...you said that in some letter to another. So now you are quoting yourself?"
"As Bill over here stated - I have been quoted, misquoted and my words contorted in order to rationalize acts of evil, acts of stupidity or acts of callousness. I may as well quote myself even if it is permissible by you three initial man."
"Jack, I don't feel like going tonight and I feel it is my choice to make."
"A man does what he must - in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures - and that is the basis of all human morality."
Silence.
"What, I can't quote myself?"
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
Love!!
What is it?
Good for absolutes.
Or nuthin.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
How can i walk with Jesus,
When its so much, chaos round us,
Trust,
I don't let my head get crushed,
By the media,
See what they feedin' ya, playin' slaves to two masters,
You can only love one,
And hate the other after,
Pick which side ya wanna choose, win or loose, be war ready or bruise,
Easily they be killin' me,
With the PC, messin' up society,
Putting lies to the future see,
Kids cant be no kids, give em task way pass adults bidz
We got drags to **** to different scents of **** stash,
And they wonder why i mash, everything is about cash,
And little girls shakin' they ***
And young boy boys, blast,
Lil yummies too **** hungry,
Fake rappers living good, far from the hood,
Claim they love it, but out comes no good,
its misunderstood,
Our values backwards,
I look awkward, to cowards, flip the script, put the guns down,
No need for burners or extra clips,
It only equals another rip,
Rest in peace, another death release, no links of ****** from the police,
lets break the lease,
Hard to stay sane, and survive,
In the belly of the beast,
Many demons'll feast,
When will we be released?,
From this rain, of hell,
Im growin' carousel, lord dont let my thoughts fail,
As i take a, another sip of the Ale,
Let wisdom revail,
My nature is a true re-bel,
Don't care if my record dont sell,
The revolution wont fail,
Im feelin' Freddy, seems like he rose from the dead,
Double stunted Jesus, with the stale bread, fake apostle spread,
Misquoted the bibles, that we red,
Learn the truth, get threats from the fed,
Now listen to the chorus, peep what the verses says, uh
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 11:44 PM UTC
Drawn between pages one and two, making the social media rage and angrily stew. Pulled apart in the internet, sectioned piece by piece. Thus goes the crucifixion of my character with every single tweet. Posting to face book rocks the internet. Oh but their not done tormenting me yet. All of the pages rave about what was I said, your not being berated unless your misquoted at least ten times, but not to worry your cover shot will be just fine. Now days with fame and fortune what is in a name, just be forced to the cyber walk of shame. You will be a star and obtain riches galore, just because your crucified as someone's little *****
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
I talk too much
When things get rough
It's all apart
Of my nervousness
Where you're bound to find
I hide behind
More than a few
Misquoted lines
It's how I make
My great escape
From giving my
True self away
All this in spite
Of what I'm like
A country kid
That's kind of shy
With this crutch
That talks too much
To try and hide
His nervousness
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 8:35 AM UTC
I Was put in an
undignified position,
that made me feel
as a used ***** rag,
left in a corner to be
picked up again to be reused.
I felt insulted by that act,
caused by a misunderstanding
of my intent.
But that is a painfully disjointed
and misquoted figment
of a nonsensical utterance,
I guess I'll take a long walk
now in a different direction.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC