Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
Of what use again is my tear to you?
I plead, I cry, I try to soothe with care,
Yet you ignore me, and call me a fraud.
I know I betrayed your wholehearted love—
But if to err is human, then to forgive is human too.
2015.4.13 @ 15:08:03
From time to time, I believed you had unintentionally caused me harm.
I expressed and complained about them,
Then I forgave, forgot and moved on.
My favourite number was three,
I believed I did three big favours for you.
I also travelled with you three tourist places.
I always visit historic sites and country towns
During winter and when the weather is colder.
I did not tell you this because
I was not keen on making promises.
I might not please people easily,
But I definitely very careful not to offend people.
After all, I am only a common person, no body and no celebrity.
To err is human, to forgive is devine.
Will you ever forgive me if I offended you,
Which I could not recall any at all.
Time running out
Pack and hurry
Time to go home.
Don't waste your time
It's just borrowed
Make most of it.
No room for err
If your pilot
Lives in your hands.
If priest do err
More souls will gone
Destined to hell.
With one mind she kept weaving
With frailty, human will,
And left behind fatigued flaws,
But went on with love still.
Skies in utter sympathy,
As in lap lay her cause,
Her love shining aplenty,
She carried on sans pause.
Her mind delving deep in child,
Errors got multiplied,
Pending work got further piled,
And still heavens complied.
Mothers world-over may err,
Loving hearts have for long,
It's human in love to err,
To heavens still no wrong.
_____________________________
Musings |01.11.2006|love, mother
Time for a birthday potty... err Party
For the one who writes a wee bit naughty
The birthday girl is Jan
She's sitting on the can
I think she might be farty... err forty!
the kid looked curiously at grandpa ~ who was struggling down the stairs
he turned to the kid saying ~ one day you’ll be just like me so don’t stare
kid said i might be lucky and die young ~ besides since when do you care
mum was aghast chiding the kid ~ say your sorry that comment’s not fair
i’m sorry gramps ~ but dad said we must come round to inherit our share
By
David Kavanagh
hey, mind, think back and dwell on this …
our decades-old, warm reminisce
of heady nights when dating Kris,
sweet buxom, avid, bob-haired miss
who learned with us to bill and kiss,
and lift young hearts to cusps of bliss--
but girls might err and then dismiss
a beau whose glance dares roam amiss;
oh, hell, dumb mind, don't dwell on Kris,
she plunged us to lost-love's abyss …
instead think back and … ponder Priss!
October 5, 2022
Single Stanza Monorhyme Poetry Contest
L Milton Hankins, Sponsor
If you love
why would you lie
why would you cheat
why would you betray
why would you go astray
Is it for love
that you lie
To you preserve the life that is
To retain calm
To maintain peace
To overcome
the guilt
the feel
the passion
the love
To bring back
the family
the friend
the memories
the togetherness
But to maintain this calm
You have to lie
You have to compromise
You have to live with guilt
You have to let go your true love
You have to swallow the bitter pill
Forever remain
Afraid that you could be caught
Afraid that you could be abandoned
Afraid that you could be looked down upon
Afraid that you could never be trusted by anyone
Afraid that you could have to let go of everything
Be honest
You will retain your honesty
You will retain your dignity
You will retain your love
You will retain your sleep
You will retain your relation
You will retain your feelings
You will retain your kids
As Alexander Pope said "To err is Human..."
It’s natural that Amazon
Will get some orders wrong.
If you’ve not had this happen,
Well, it won’t be very long.
A shirt in Large I’d ordered
Came in Medium instead
And a towel’s plastic wrapping ripped,
Thus causing it to shred.
With millions ordering online,
Mistakes, of course, occur.
Returns are easy so from shopping
Most will not deter.
Still, it is disappointing
When you look and ascertain
That the contents of your package
Will compel you to complain.
Err on the side of caution,
For often it seems to me,
If something is overly hard to do,
Perhaps it's not meant to be.
If there are too many precautions,
More than seems normal to you,
It may be better to re-think your plans,
For what's done you cannot un-do.
Sometimes things may seem the opposite.
It may seem to be total bliss.
But sometimes when things seem too good to be true,
You'll find that most often it is.
Life is a hard task master.
Learn from those who've been there before,
From those who don't oft slip and fall,
For it's hard to get up off the floor.
So err on the side of caution,
For often it seems to me,
If too hard, too easy, too much or too few,
Perhaps it just shouldn't be.
standing still silent
in a puddleful of eels
deeper and deeper
LET 'ERR RIP
On journey of life ,
how to make way through thorny fences
of conspired meanness,
when mild protest of whining goes in vain.
Even violent declamation brings no solution.
If relation gets coiled
confronting lies or mischievous activities
No use to surmise,
or to adjust, or to compromise.
Malice is carcinogenic,
quickly spreads developing malignancy.
Not to be cured clinically
but demands surgery for removal.
Tear off filthy sneaky dirty membrane
of brazen betrayal.
Neither to grip nor to skip.
Be brief.
Let 'err rip.
07/05/21
Sixth Place
'Let 'Err Rip'. Contest by John Lawless
' A Brian Strand July 18'
Contest by Brian Strand
Can it not be, are we all destined to err?
Must it occur from time to time?
Is life written out like a poem?
by some tormented, demented
dark lust to find that allusive rhyme
in the recesses of your mind
from time to time to err or not to err
is human but to find the rhyme is more divine.
this hour soars diction air ease
of
the sorest diction err-ies
in
the source
as
diction err ease
of
the sour-assed
is
diction err re-sent
so
this hour soars as-diction air ease.
stan sand
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