Best Cautiousness Poems
Section 2.
This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks
Rehearsing and planning my verbally tactics
I'll be versing and throwing down my verses
And certainly cursing with my first words
I'll disperse and hurt and burn this world
I'll slaughter the gods, and it'd need some audible gauze
Even the titans would be frightened, and they'd outta applause
And stand for my cause, For R.A, And Vinnie Paz
For hip-hop to stay alive, Cause "Legends never die"
All we do is just "Carry on traditions"
Just new people, with new ambitions giving new definitions
With new visions that we will never be missing
We'll be hitting and spitting and carrying this out with our existence
But the distances between this twisted system
Is just us forever living, Gifted kids on there cosmic ****
Comically causing and costing our own cosmic consciousness
For calling and catering our cautiousness, and stomping over whacks emcees confidence
Preparing to constantly conquer all the continents
But not ready for compliments, cause I don't even have an audience
But with this dominance I should be destroying the awesome-est
I'm so monstrous when I write up on these documents
I'm probably properly populating my honestness
And it's quite obvious I'm calling it, quite the dominant opposite of your own conscious gift
Honestly my hypothesis is if I had everyone behind me at metropolis, I'd remain anonymous.
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist
But if that's true then who is this...
This person who seems to think that I could be his everything, who smiles when I sing... Badly
Whose in awe of me and my quirks and my quips.
My eyes, nose and my lips.
He greets me with the day, thinks my hair is perfect for play.
And is pleased with me in every way.
How wonderful of a man you are, that I see no fault in you.
But being blind to it doesn't mean there are no faults in you.
A perfect man does not exist
And all the while, I long for your kiss, and your arms to be wrapped around me in the sweetest way.
That you're who I want to see at the end of a long day.
And I know I must seem crazy, for jumping into something so soon,
My lack of cautiousness, probably makes me look like a fool.
But I would be foolish,
If I passed up on this...
I called myself a princess, but he's already made me a queen.
A perfect man does not exist; so maybe this is a dream ?
I am afraid...
Not of him,
But of myself,
For feeling safe
Engulfed in the haze
Of his kisses,
Enfolded in the warmth
Of his embrace...
I am afraid of feeling safe
Like its dangerous
To feel anything but
Cautiousness
When balanced
On the slim tightrope
Of the highest tree branch
Under the assault
Of strong wind-
I am too giddy
On the thirty-feet high
To care...
My heart is wise
in love years
the wisdom has come
with its own price
the shedding of blood mixed with tears
and the actualization of fears
My heart is wise
In love years
It has markings
promises not kept
have gouged deep
leaving furrows of remembrance
scar tissue of still throbbing pain
betrayal has almost torn
the chambers in two
lots of repair work to do
but my heart has survived
it still thrives
it’s wisdom beyond belief
cautiousness its new beat
My heart is wise
In love years
The scars have made it callus
unfeeling
no longer supple
A hardened mass of wisdom
regarding the nature of “love”
and that of others
whose hearts are whimsical
swayed by things
like beauty and lust
not loyalty and trust
My heart is wise
My heart is strong
My heart is invincible
but something is wrong
for with wisdom has come...
a strange forgetfulness
my heart no longer remembers
the throbbing life giving beauty
of true love…
Eileen Manassian
My husband met a fisherman
(Or rather fisherlady)
Who gave him some advice
Which sounded obvious, yet weighty.
When hoping for a fish to bite
Your line must be real steady
But patience is the key because
The fish bite when they’re ready.
A true philosopher, she was,
‘Cause it’s the same with living.
Unless we’re ready, there won’t be
Advancement or forgiving.
Though choices dangle every day
Right there for our decision,
So many aren’t equal to
The outcome we envision.
Still, when we’re ready, then we bite,
Our cautiousness forsaken
Yet like the fish, we sometimes find
That we have been mistaken.
How strange indeed, I wonder
This weight of dreams I’m under
lost on paths of planted seed
I bare the wrath of fruitless trees
In fear of Lies, Life and truth
I find you there, beyond my youth
Further than, my heart could go
you lay you down, like a road
That ever was, and still will lead
to the root, of barren seed
and ask me now, how could it grow?
The waters deep but never flow
without Centrific energy
going out and back to me
through the failings of a man
and a woman’s grasping hand
with tears a flood, our cheeks a stain
but bring us life, like summer rain
for thirsty tongues that yearned to say,
the flood of years, all tucked away
for flower spring, where lovers kiss
and dig the earth in cautiousness
to find the seed, that couldn’t grow
become the love, they’ll ever know
Into the great unknown go I,
Where new adventures hide.
Bound no more to these earthy ties,
My body cast aside.
And I shall be alone no more,
My mortal prison shed.
As death descends, life is restored,
To those who once were dead.
Yet I will cry a tear for thee,
As thou dost vainly strive,
To cling to thy mortality,
Though thou art not alive.
For flesh is but a crumbling cage,
It blinds thee to the truth.
The over cautiousness of age,
The vanity of youth.
Perception bends to their command,
A solitary view,
A multitude around thee stands,
Yet there is only you.
But I, my friend, at last am free,
To look through other eyes.
For one can never truly see
Until the body dies.
So do not weep for me this day,
It's not a time to mourn.
For as my body slips away,
My spirit is reborn...
WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD IS TRUE. the night was like every other, different than the ones before. i was standing so still in the dark house. father comes home from work, the bar; he is drunk. mother sits nearby watching his every move. she was trained not to say a word. stumbling around, he rants and raves. i bring him his dinner as he flips through the channels. he settles on a tv show, one he watches every night. i back out of the room, trying not to draw his attention. he mutters to himself about his job, NO ONE RESPECTS HIM THE WAY HE DESERVES TO BE RESPECTED. BY GOD HE WILL BE RESPECTED IN HIS OWN HOME. mother carries his tray away with shaking hands. he notices her cautiousness and sneers at her back. she is washing dishes now, glad that she is out of his view if only for a moment. he calls me back into the room: he wants a drink and he wants it now. the cat winds her body around my legs, making me slow on my feet. i gently nudge the cat out of the way. father notices and looks at me sharply. he pushes me back as he gets up and leaves the room. he walks to the kitchen. i take over washing the dishes. mother needs some rest. he looks closely at the ones already washed and picks at some imaginary stain. THESE ARENT CLEAN! he throws them to the floor; he sweeps the whole counter to the floor. he empties the cupboards and pushes all the dishes to the floor. i start to cry but a look to mother stops me; her eyes plea silently to be still. i cant make a sound as father rants and raves about dirty dishes that are clean. bowls and silverware are strewn across the floor; some make faces at me. their eyes are empty and wide, mouths a jagged line trembling as he stomps across the floor. he kicks a face and picks up part of its mouth; he throws a fork at me. it lands with a sharp scratch in the sink. i duck just in time. water spills everywhere. father storms out of the kitchen. i look down and see the faces on the floor; some of the faces are crying, some of the faces are laughing.
The best way to describe myself:
is this insightful awareness
of being too attentive and perceptive
in the middle of conversations;
anticipating words before they are spoken,
astonishing others with my answers...
and my concepts don't offer advice,
but rather a view that some would condemn!
And ideas conglomerate like hardened clay,
to immortalize all thoughts solemnly,
to unite them with a fate of eternity;
and their essence is totally congruent,
not confounding doubt and truth...
conjugating sentences into paragraphs,
to make them conduct an intense light,
through which hope can't condole wittiness,
but conceive a concerted play!
They resent me for my ideology,
and conjure up an effortless idiocy;
and unaware of their idiopathy,
their schemes become so ignominious...
when they can't decode my idiomatic astuteness!
And however apparent is their hypocrisy,
they stammer at my insightful awareness
and see me as...stubborn, hostile and averse!
Perhaps I have exerted excessive cautiousness,
not sneering as they did shamelessly; why do they accuse me
of being rebellious, illusive, repugnant and impervious?
None of these traits make up my personality; and what
is the cause of their enmity towards me...
not complying to their standards of eccentricity?
I put on no guise and avoid turning into a gullible person en masse;
and armed with insightful awareness: I discern every enemy's plot!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
things are never they used to be
the courage I once had
that wins admiration by others
now turns to prudence and cautiousness
that makes some think cowardice
the urge to be the center of all
now content in being in the background
silent but of help
effective yet other doesn't mind
my mind says
make me believe i still have it
but then he command this vessel what to do
as hard as he tried the body works harder - it fails yet sometimes it triumph with a glimps of our past
the tumultuous wave of the sea
had turn into soothing and steady flows like of the lake
stubbornness, folly and energy
had turn into wisdom, patience and humility
as age goes by
things are never the same again
and yet in the end
fulfillment is ours
if we handle ourselves
with dignity, pride and grace
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
- by Unseeking Seeker
Amidst our laughter and great fun
She calmed down with a frown
As if a ghost was climbing down
To turn her back, leave and shun.
Did we express things harshly or rude?
Which word has implied something broad
We only meant just one thing
So kindly from our heart that morning.
Do we need to clarify, rewind or rephrase?
We’ll do with sincere apology and embrace
Unintended innuendo comes fortuitously
As abrupt blow while playing smoothly.
Extra cautiousness cries all the time
To make our lines go on perfect rhymes
Words must be melodious to all ears and heart
Well thought with love and care from the start.
Today I had an ice cream cone -
In 14 months, my first
And stepped inside a supermarket -
Cautiousness reversed.
We drove up to our country place,
Last visited last summer,
And stopped to see some friends outside.
(Not vaccinated - bummer!)
So masks were on and off, but still
Some progress has been made.
I hope someday there’ll come a time
When I am not afraid.
I’ll keep on taking baby steps
And know I’m not alone,
But soon enough I plan to have
Another ice cream cone!
The words that rends the air everywhere is
We are in a computer age,
Well that's true but my message is
Be life cautious.
Love everything that has life
You are trying but in other way,
You are equalizing the living kingdom
Into a single hierarchy.
My words are simple
Love all creatures;preserve nature blesslife,
Becareful of a civilization
That put too much stock in science.
Unlimited endeavour to preserve life
Will result to an unending,unforgetable regret,
Of the inexistence
Of the natural gift of life.
It's easy to say I love you,
It's easy to talk about what you've gone through,
I value what's said, don't get me wrong,
But your actions must match your dance and your song,
The heart of the issue could be said a thousand times,
But it is what you are doing that can really change people's lives,
Sharing is beautiful and those words matter so much,
But they can only go so far without showing the love,
And if you don't take the time to hear how will you know,
What to give or what to show,
It always starts out with sharing and words,
Than the real test is what you do with what you've heard,
When you turn your head, It shows you don't care,
So than why would that person still want to share,
They will question your intentions until you prove,
They will watch what you say and what you do,
That type of cautiousness seems to be wise,
But than what if that person doesn't know how inside,
They don't know how to approach,
Than we must example the giving to show,
We stay, we give, in hopes they'll see,
How much that love really means,
With patience and perseverance we help each other grow,
To further their heart's towards the love we know
Heavy makeup on her face
Trying so hard to erase
The heavy tears she's been crying
From a heavy heart that's dying
When a life of heavy burden
Weighs her down and wont stop turnin'
This heavy heartache from existing
There is so much she is missing
Because a past heavy fear
Is largely telling her beware
The heavy abuse she's endured
Is building up, painfully stored
In a dark and heavy place
Which is the very starting base
Of cautiousness and being weary
This heaviness is really scary
Stopping her from really livin
Her heavy loaded mind keeps givin
Signals--stop going ahead
There's nothing but heavy dread
With no chance of joy again
Bad heaviness is not her friend