Best Advice Poems
Do not look to me with questioning eyes
For i do not possess the answers you seek
i cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue,
or smell the withered flowers along your path
My heart beats with less rythm than your blues
i am unable to stumble through your dark corridors,
for you are poet undiscovered
Your answers are hidden deep within an apathetic pen
For you hide behind a painted closed window
Pushing too little
arriving late
Not aware of your own relevance
Solitarily, feeling sorry for yourself
When instead, pity could be your party
Yes it is true, the world celebrates sad clowns
But you do not let laughter mix with your grey sky tears
i myself, see images of you poured out on limitless pages
Rearranged
Sculpted
Until your words have substance
Becoming living and breathing beings
I wish you to reveal to us your cherished children
Birth them to a forgiving unforgiven world
Risk the grasping hands of rejection
True courage will reveal your annoited pen
Without risk
you cannot
will not
bleed in rainbowed splendor
Instead, days will become years
Yesterday will slide into tomorrow
All the while the world would be less
A shadow of what it could have been
In a place of unawareness
Oblivious to its own lacking
Bathed in deprivation
All because
Of a missing
Unexpressed
Silent
Unexplored
voice!
Or maybe
Just maybe
One letter
A tiny little letter
will grow into a word
Several strung together a stanza
Several stanzas a poem
An honest to goodnes poem
Then we will all be witnesses
To the emergence
The screaming or quiet entrance
The proverbial birth
of a singular voice
of a wide eyed dreamer
Then you will feel that collective sigh
as other broken dreamers applaud you
For on that day
If only you possess the courage
all will know
That you truly are
and always have been
a Poet!
For Tyshawn Knight's "Words of Wisdom" contest
Re edited version.
You tried to win her over
with dark chocolate and daisies
Passion on beds of clover
always works with the ladies
So why her indiscretions
She revealed it with a sigh
You didn't ask the right questions
the rule book doesn't apply
See beneath all that glitters
her cool choreographed style
It's not hidden in twitters
try looking beyond her smile
Her love you cannot purchase
She can sense if you are fake
Do not play on the surface
dive down deep into her lake
Once she's truly discovered
surely passions will run deep
The depths of her uncovered
whispered secrets you must keep
She'll give you what you wish for
there is magic in her soul
If you just reveal your core
together you will be whole
Don't ever try to change her
that person she'll never be
If you try, she'll leave for sure
for that girl needs to be free!
Contest: "Men your advice to another man on females"
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Written December 18, 2018
What matters most – advice for the bride and groom:
Indulging in sweet wine; a picnic for two;
a plethora of stars; myriads of blooms!
Listen; believe; do something new.
Alone – entwined – evening delight!
Words so meaningful . . . a silken wait;
Splendid isolation into the dark of night.
Connection of affection -
Always and forever – in the moment – CELEBRATE!
July 21, 2019
for Richard Lamoureux's "20 from 20 friends" poetry contest
I did not add in any filler words. The poem titles belong to the
following poets in this order (some titles of course may belong to other
poets as well, but I am just going by the lists of titles I collected for each
friend.)
1. What Matters Most: Nina Parmenter
2. Advice for the Bride and Groom: Kim Rodrigues
3. Indulging in Sweet Wine: Paul Callus
4. A Picnic for Two: Victor Buhagiar
5. A Plethora of Stars: Emile Pinet
6. Myriads of Blooms: Line Gauthier
7. Listen: Gregory Barden
8. Believe: Carolyn Devonshire
9. Do Something New: Caren Krutsinger
10. Alone: Leslie Allbright
11. Entwined: Chantelle Anne Cooke
12. Evening Delight: Caycay Jennings
13. Words so Meaningful: Edward Ibeh
14. A Silken Wait: Probir
15. Splendid Isolation: Jan Allison
16. Into the Dark of Night: Joseph May
17. Connection of Affection: Lulu
18. Always and Forever: Dear Heart
19 In the Moment: Eve Roper ( friend Jack Horne had this title too and I am
sure other poets here as well because some titles were contest themes)
20. Celebrate: Panagiota
Be loyal whether things are going your way or not.
Unite with your fellow dwellers
Speak your mind
After you listen to their views
Take them seriously
You are in this together
Be loyal to your country, your family, and your friends
Do not allow anyone to put them down.
Stand up for what is right.
Show that you are listening,
And when you disapprove
Explain why in a kind and loving way.
Be loyal to your soldiers. Defend them and their assignments.
They are not given choices. They are given orders.
They follow them in good faith.
To keep the country healthy.
To allow you to enjoy your life
While they are possibly sacrificing theirs
In your honor.
Be loyal to your country’s mandates, and beliefs.
If there is something that needs to be changed,
Advocate.
But in a heartfelt, cooperative,
Wise and caring way.
Do not speak badly of your government or her policies.
Be loyal always.
We need God sense.'
Not Nonsense.)
Copyright Joe Maverick
(Poetry soup) 23 Nov
2024
As I see it there is no cure
Meds can help that's for sure
But meds can make things alot worse
Mental health is a real bad curse
The meds will help you sleep at night
Or even help you fight or flight
The effects may damage your internal store
Kidneys livers even more
I know this at first hand
So join me on this awareness stand
I stand here totally med free
Trying to think rationally
Its about trapped memories
We must search for the keys
The only way to rid this fear
Process the memory shed a tear
To process the memory we must go back
Get the processor back on track
Its a complex piece of machinery
It's called the brain can't you see
They talk of trauma and incidents
Put it in the box sounds magnificent
The filing cabinet is over flowing
PTSD just keeps on growing
So relax and ground yourself
Another winner in mental health
Do this and return from hell
Use sight,touch, sound and even smell
Bring yourself out of the dark place
Look around for the friendly face
Open up and talk it through
This victory does belong to you
Many types of help out there
A lot of family and friends do care
Don't try to fight it on your own
The black dog has just grown
Try the doctors or self refer
You need help that's for sure
Once in the system your tool box is bigger
Hit the black dog with the big yellow digger
He will never totally disappear
You will be stronger have no fear
When he raises his ugly head
Your strength will put him back to bed
I am referring to therapy
Non intrusive just you see
It's not for everyone I do know
But surely it is worth a go
Finally I will just say
Take every day
DAY BY DAY
Stay strong and remain positive
You've deserved the right to live
When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.
I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast, and hope quite desperately
That none of those weird passengers would try accosting me.
But, now I’m “fair and forty” (ish!) I’m bolder, and what’s more,
I’ve lived so long in Somerset I’d clean forgot mum’s law …
Until I went to London town to see my student daughter;
She lectured me for doing what I really didn’t oughta!
“You shouldn’t, mum! It isn’t safe!” she cried, in some alarm.
“Some folk round here are really strange. you might have come to harm!”
I’m sorry I upset her, but I carried on regardless.
I found most folks in London are quite friendly … even harmless.
Oh! I do love London Transport, and its camaraderie!
I had such fun, and lots of laughs and all completely free (!)
But now I’m home, I realise …
That weirdo, then,
Was me!!
Oxymorons are cynical and fun.
Be careful though if you want to use one.
If it is familiar, it may sound quite trite.
Which murders your poem with a harsh bite.
Deafening silence is way overdone.
Boisterously shy is a good one though, hon
Brilliant idiot may be available in a tweet.
But avoid cliques like bittersweet.
Advice to the me I used to be:
Always take time for poetry.
To say what you need to say
take pen in hand and play.
Somehow find the way
and time to write.
My advice
to you,
write.
Don't worry about what others say
don't hurry through your busy day.
Sometimes life gets in the way,
no time's left in your day.
Take the time to write
despite this bite
You will thrive
if you
strive.
Please grant yourself this small concession
take some time for self expression.
Take the time to pen a poem
just to let your mind roam;
take a little time
to find the rhyme.
Find the time
to rhyme,
now.
written for: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.Contest: "A JOURNEY BACK IN TIME"
It is okay to make a mess, I will not love you any less.
Eat chocolate, eat French fries, be happy because time flies.
Skip rope, climb a tree, let your inner child always run free.
Feel the sun shine upon your hair, watch the moon when it is there.
Wish upon a star, believe, dream, no matter how silly that may seem.
Listen to music, sing along, but hear the words of the song.
Read long stories, get lost in a book, find yourself a quiet nook.
Write lyrics, write poetry, and don't be afraid to let others see.
Take photographs, keep them and then, look back and remember when.
Know you will always have a home, even if you decide to roam.
Care about people, animals, too, but don't let worry overwhelm you.
Love your life as best you can, even when it is not what you plan.
You small community of men
devoted to the gentle arts
why would you cross those foreign seas
where war awaits to break all hearts.
Stay in those gardens you make green,
sustain your rank amongst the trees
and don’t donate to wars grim scene,
the wages of your liberties.
Ignore the rant of those fool lips
that sanctify wars fight and kill,
always the vampire life’s blood sips,
always are some who to war thrill.
Your honest work’s a noble thing,
there’s no reward in enmity,
just pains choral where t bullets sing
their hymns of death and agony.
Walk on the paths amongst the flowers
and let your strength make fruitful keep
to tread the uplands of your bower
not trenches of infernal sleep..
Have you seen the time?
It got away from me
Back when he was my friend
I ignored him, foolishly
He used to be so slow
And never changed his pace
At five I wished I could be ten
A hare and tortoise race
I hit my teens, lived life fast
He always caused me grief
When I left home he tagged along
Me not knowing he was a thief
He took my youth my boyish looks
And left me old and gray
He took my dreams and my family
As he silently slipped away
I've no idea where he went
But I'm sure he'll pass your way
Take my advice and watch him close
Or you'll be like me one day.
by Daniel Turner
Father's Advice On Being A Man
("For Adult Contest")
Father said to son never be ashamed to be a man,
should you get married, live your life with a plan.
Not too harsh or rigid, else failure you will see,
be a good decent man, the one you admire in me.
Life can be so very cruel, the world can be too,
live deeply as you love, loving family as we do.
You see, it is the responsibility to be as good
as your life will permit and you know you should.
Never be ashamed for the world to see you cry,
cry for joy, as life does go on even after you die.
Write your core principles deep into solid stone,
for there are no overs after we are passed on.
Know that love is truly the great tie that binds,
watch whom you embrace, the world has all kinds.
Mothers are to be held in a very special embrace,
with love in your heart and a smile on your face.
If life ever gives you far more than you can bear
ask family to help, just you remember to share.
Remember the love coming from Mother and I,
walk a good path in this world and know the why.
April 25, 2015
Please learn to listen, it took me years
to calm my mind and open my ears.
Make time for reflection, gaze often and deep,
the truth is elusive but the journey is sweet.
Focus your love inward, raise up your heart
The love of yourself is where you must start.
Put your roots in the ground, just like a tree,
Grow up to be strong, independent and free.
Redeem all this strength, become selfless and please
learn to be humble and to stand on your knees.
In patience and virtue, you’ll find what you need,
the joy is in giving, the best way to receive.
Into this life, a great purpose will build
and open the path to a life that is fulfilled.
With spiritual joy, there’s no limit or price,
It comes with the love of a father’s advice.
He bought a product against hemorrhoids at the pharmacy
The word alone can do many people wrinkle their noses
Product information :
"Should be inserted approximately 3 cm up into the rectum
Keep out of reach of children"
(.... 3 cm up in the a#s, children have impossible access)
Suppository should be stored in the refrigerator "
In the fridge ... he became very confused
20/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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