Best Adviser Poems
They are all experts.
With lots of advice.
I am doing things right
Except
I have done something okay,
But
I have not had as much experience, so it is their duty.
Ha!
I listen and I learn and I laugh.
I know when to stay, and when to rapidly leave,
pretending I have important things to do.
My best advice comes from within,
From my soul, who knows my past,
my present, and maybe my future.
All of us are experts.
We all know what to do.
Because we all have souls.
All we have to do is listen to our hearts.
But to advise another
On what is best for them to do.
That is the kind of arrogance I have
Run from as fast as I could all of my life.
Even my parents did not have these answers.
If there is one thing meditation and prayer have
taught me it is that I am the expert of me.
I'm retired but do I still have a life
Yes, sexual adviser I am to my wife
But if I say try this
It'll be totally bliss
If I desire I'll ask for your advice
.
Challenged to write on the back of a Joke!
C-herish the school adviser,
H-omework she gives is valued;
E-very student heeds her counsel,
R-egarding her as very good.
R-un to the school adviser to seek shelter from the storm;
Y-our day will be brightened, as she makes the weather warm.
A-n enthusiastic school adviser
N-ever will lose her fervor;
N-or will she waste her time, zeal, energy, and ardor.
Q-uest for the school adviser,
U-ntil you learn your lesson well;
I-ntelligence inspires you to have
N-ew fresh dreams to fulfill.
O-pen your heart and mind,
N-ever turn a deaf ear to her;
E-arnestly find answer to woes,
S-eek the school adviser.
Counted as zero is every of his deed
violence needs a recruit and comes with an expensive bead
for a person envied by the dove? Not this creed!
The quest for peace has reached the level of greed
shy, reverent and peaceable, this person is not just timid
a nature full of warmth, excellent for any seed
on calmness and free flow, from him the river takes heed
an existence not suspicious because gentleness takes the lead
ego has been exempted from its routine feed
the older he grows, the more his long-suffering breeds
no wonder, he never seem to be in any need.
On an isle of emerald where one can dream
A storm brewed acting like a fiend
Kicking out a rainbow and leprechaun holding four clovers made in green
“We are tired of these fakes who are as ugly as snakes,”
The villagers wanted the visitor to know
About dealing with their foe,
And this little fellow not having any connection to the fever of yellow
Listened to them about this plight and gave them some ammunition to fight.
“I do have a pot of money,
That can make you warm like a day that was sunny.
A temporary fix to the ugly snakes tricks,
You see it is not riches or miracle from God
That can handle this Saintly job,
Dealing with the truth peacefully without hitting the roof
Is the strategy
Honoring holier St. Paddy,
When you leave the pub
On this Saint Paddy’s day that was a dud.
It is the honesty that will stay
For the merriment that by strict definition has relations with the three lettered word ‘gay’
Tell the ugly snakes to find another place then build your case,
Doing what it takes using noble integrity to drive the deadly stakes.”