Best Brush Off Poems
LET GO
You spend your time worrying
about so many things
You take a little problem
and give it giant wings
You let it cloud your senses
leading happiness astray
You fret and whine relentlessly
another ruined day
Choose your battles carefully
all is not as it seems
Let go of the small things
don't let them ruin your dreams
The little things have a way
of working themselves out
It really isn't worth your while
to cry and scream and shout
Sort out all your problems
push the tiny ones aside
You will feel more joy each day
less tears you will have cried
Focus on your blessings
they will never make you blue
Choose a fresh prospective
each day, a new view
This life is full of mountains
but when you reach the top
You feel it was worth the struggle
you're glad you didn't stop
Brush off the petty problems
don't let them dig at you
Let go and enjoy happiness
let each day be new.
4-22-2017
(2nd place - "Be Didactic" contest - 4-24-17)
Categories:
brush off, anxiety, life, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
When I feel alone and sad,
Lying on my bed,I hold on to my pillow.
I close my eyes,I think Of You,
You are My Sun,My Star,My Moon,
Shining Up My Sky,You take away my blue!
When I feel alone and sad,
I dream away,Feelin myself,sleeping close to you.
You brush Off my tears,my doubts and fears,
You are My Sun,My Star,My Moon,
Shining up my sky,You take away my blue.
Charma
Categories:
brush off, love
Form:
silent shadows sing praise to
gossamer lace the Spider webs
give shape O fearless Wolf,
the night awaits your merciless feast
listen, Heaven calls you Trumpeter Swan!
your voice unites the light above
silent, fearless with blinding light,
all the earth shall rise as one
brush off the sands of man,
whose global scourge shall
wither once more
claim your righteous throne
as ages have before you
O beauty among the planets
no words remain describe
Categories:
brush off, nature
Form:
Lyric
So we came undone, stitch by stitch,
it's been far to long but the scars still itch.
Lies start to feed on a love I believed
was specifically designed and crafted for me.
Words once ingrained into our history,
scatter like petals from an over-plucked daisy.
Promised love danced on a breeze of deceit,
then lay with the trash and leaves on the street.
I almost reach down to gather it up,
to brush off the dirt, keep hold of the love.
A girl rushes by with a smile in her eyes,
steals all the love and I'm left with the lies.
I sink to my knees, embracing the ground,
I sense you beside me, you don't make a sound.
You just look so sad.
It's then that I know,
all I can do now,
is let you go.
But I know if I wait where I am, if I stay,
my heart will rupture as you walk away,
and though I am scared, shaking as I rise,
I can't let this last juncture fossilize,
into another moment where you think you win.
So I walk away first, my next chapter begins...
Categories:
brush off, best friend, leaving, lost
Form:
Rhyme
The quote is from William Shakespeare's play, Hamlet,
spoken by Hamlet in Act 3, Scene 1.
"To be or not to be, that is the question."
But, what's the explanation of- to be?
Hopes for more than only one suggestion;
and so, I offer this which pleases me.
To be is that one choice tween life and death,
not only of the flesh but of the mind.
And choosing life is being with our breath;
and feeding thought creates life well-defined.
Yet, some may say that life's not just to be,
and brush off any joys it holds within;
to shut their minds to blackness others see
no matter in the ground or 'neath the skin.
Some say great life just happens on its own-
those highs and lows exist beyond our will;
that happenstance determines path alone-
in what we'll end up feeling- pang or thrill.
The choice is yours: with hope, it is to be;
the opposite negates life's grander prize.
Must live life to its fullest guarantee;
block not- just be, no need to compromise.
Categories:
brush off, inspiration, life, metaphor, symbolism,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Cheshire cat atop her throne
Leaving not to all alone
Mice long gone in fear of fight
Be still the home at rest tonight
In maker's bed aloft of pine
Beauty waits in satin fine
Soft rays dance upon her hide
Along side hope the loving bride
Rest not weary eyes once shed
In grace of dainty heros bred
Succumb to whispers sent away
Rise up strong another day
Brush off the blue strung so tight
Brave the wonders in peeked light
Categories:
brush off, light, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Wandering an abandoned path
Fearful, lonely and dismayed
A withered spirit broken by one
For a healing hand I prayed
Lift the pain bestowed upon me
Release me from this hell
Assure me now that I am loved
Exalt the heart that fell
No sooner than I spoke these words
You knelt and took my hand
Who are you, why are you here
An answer I demand
I am not an Angel heavensent
Although I could pretend
I am just man that sees your pain
And wants to be your friend
I come without false promises
And lie, I wouldn’t dare
I can not erase your painful past
Or deminish the burdens you bear
There was something in his gentle voice
That set my soul at ease
We walked and talked for hours
Along the river lined with trees
Hours turned to days then weeks
He never left my side
He’d lift me up each time I stumbled
And brush off my foolish pride
Then one day it occured to me
My painful past had been erased
Gone were the burdens that I carried
With peace and love they’ve been replaced
Then I remembered the day we met
You said you were my friend
You said you’d never lie to me
On that I could depend
You said you weren’t an Angel
Sent from heavens door
How could you tell such lies
You are that and so much more
Categories:
brush off, friendship, me, day, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I've watched you brush off flies for years
Sometimes allowing them to linger and feed off your sweetness
Sometimes swatting them into splattered spots
I am happy to be your butterfly as you tell me, though I fear I will just be another fly.
You keep my wings painted, and I will keep the vomit off my hands
This love that keeps the flowers blooming
Categories:
brush off, abuse, anxiety, devotion, girlfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Preserve the past in order
to make tomorrow a better place.
With the strength of ten
and the mind of one
brush off those wounds
aging the surface
and free up your thoughts
It is there the lessons do lie
where man and nature survive
together we all live as one
amazed with each setting sun
Listen ...
as the bluebird sings her sweet song
and a hungry child listens along
fly into the breeze and see
this here is just you and me
Restless real beauty lives
deep in the recesses of time
in heart the good mother strives
holding hope for our kind and our lives
Categories:
brush off, earth, love,
Form:
Free verse
Caterpillar falls.
The dawn from drunk consciousness,
awakes from the darkness of night.
An eagle stares at the back of wind,
then floats downstream till the current ends,
and dips its wings in the orange sunrays.
The caterpillar slips off a branch of tree
to land on the eagle's back.
Rustling trees chatter against the wind's brush off.
Nature holds so much in her lap,
The feeble pointed spikes of flowers
shift aside for the green snake to pass.
The forget me not plant
keeps its promise for the cricket.
Oh! It rains and the muggy air,
is cleansed by its gentle showers,
The loud croak of bull frog
match with drops of rain,
Empress Nature reigns her endless territory.
Contest-A Natural Metaphor.
Sonsor-Jamie Pan.
23/1/2017.
Categories:
brush off, appreciation, beauty, environment, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Feeling hurt, discomfort with other’s demeanor
More often than not
I crawl into silence promptly
More often than not
I brush off true feeling
More often than not
I dismiss my ache
More often than not
Giving permission for their behavior to replay
From Today Onwards
forevermore
Say "thank you, I accept your apology"
forevermore
Honor my innermost feelings
forevermore
Set boundary for emotional limits
forevermore
Create a greater sense of harmony in relationship
forevermore
Accepting their request for forgiveness
Categories:
brush off, change, faith, growth, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Arise, my son and seize the day.
May winds and sun make light your way
To carry you each day anew.
But if not so, these things I pray:
• That should the dreams that you pursue
Appear to slip beyond your view
That you'd find faith to stay the course
And keep the spark alight in you.
• That if you walk uncharted shores
With tired limbs and closing doors
If you should feel the urge to quit
Push through to find tomorrow yours.
• That you'll know truth you won't forget
So it may keep your pathways lit
Within the night when darkness lies
And shadows sell the counterfeit.
• That you remain both brave and wise
Yet see the world through hopeful eyes.
And on your way, if you should fall
Brush off what was – my son – and rise.
Categories:
brush off, child, son,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Walked at the mall this morning right outta bed
Clucking and squawking like an old hen with the bends
Perseverance is a must
Just brush off the dust
Showing all the youngies this old guy ain't dead
Categories:
brush off, age,
Form:
Limerick
I heard a long whistle blow
as it rippled across the pristine
valley, full of glistening snow.
I felt the trees brush off the
wind as that long, lonesome,
unlit train roared until it's end.
I shuttered deeply from the
bitter cold, for I sensed the
chill of the night's story had
yet to unfold.
Gathering my thoughts I looked
toward the sky and seen so many
stars twinkling undisturbed by
the sounds of the night.
Long glowing walkways through
the dark's horizon, slowly faded
out of sight.
A nibble at my nose a true reminder
of Winter's frozen bite.
Quite now and stillness is all that is
left, since that lonesome whistle
headed west.
Categories:
brush off, cool, dark, lonely, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King..
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-buck-passes-on-to-malaysian.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/leaks-show-how-bank-used-by-1mdb-jho.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-wonderland-saga.html
Categories:
brush off, anxiety, betrayal, community, confusion,
Form:
Free verse