Best Counselors Poems
Jesus Christ Has the Power Over Any Addiction!
I often hear of people who battle addictions.
This often leaves many scars and afflictions.
There's counselors to help, "a dime a dozen."
Their patient could be a friend or a cousin.
As many battle lives filled with "pollution."
But too often, God is left out of the solution.
Many who need help are given little help at best.
Why they cope with fear, anxiety and stress.
The one who can help the most, is often left out.
As many miss what the real hope of life is about!
The very God who created mankind, knows all about us!
He sent his son Jesus, because he loves us!
We can trust him for his cleansing power!
He can meet every need! This very hour!
If you're battling an addiction and are losing!
Won't you let God be the one that you're choosing?
He’s powerful! And wants to help you so much!
Your life can be forever changed! By his touch!
Come one and all! Your needs, God shall supply!
Come and drink of his water which shall satisfy!
The sins and scars can be a thing of the past!
As you enjoy an abundant life, that'll always last!
The painful addictions can be healed this moment!
By the power and resurrection of Christ' atonement!
NOW can be time to lay your worries beneath him!
God shall restore those who diligently seek him!
Glory to Jesus! The victory's already been won!
All honor and praise to God's anointed one!
By Jim Pemberton 08/22/14
Dear graduate, this is a happy day.
Your schooling’s done. I hope your folks are proud.
Toss those caps to the sky. You’re on your way.
Shout Hallelujah now, and shout it loud.
But when the fanfare’s over, take some time
to contemplate what next you want to do.
Life is not easy; it’s an upward climb
for most of us, but I have faith in you.
Take some time to pray if you want to know
what’s next for you. Seek guidance if you can
from counselors, but right now, you’re aglow!
Bask in success, young woman or young man.
When celebration time is done, you’ll start
life’s journey as you work toward each goal.
Be diligent and show the world your heart.
Trust in yourself; you are a worthy soul.
April 6, 2021
for BJ Legros Kelley's A Graduation Blessing Poetry Contest
It was my first summer job
I didn’t feel quite ready
but I tossed all hesitation aside
it was time to stretch my wings
I felt lucky and tried to measure up
as summer camp counselor
on this beautiful woodsy island
where nature abounded
I was a full week into it
things were running smooth
I was starting to fit in as best I could
until it happened late one night
In the deepest darkness I met my nemesis
a teenie weenie itsy bitsy mouse
I let out a scream to wake the dead
that echoed clear across the lake
Coincidentally soon afterwards it was decided
they didn’t need quite as many counselors
I’ll always remember them polite as could be
as I was being thanked for my services
Read on air by invitation ~ May 19, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 15, 2021
Violence in the political party
A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones
The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right
will we unite?—I Am Anaya “All for one and one for all”
Bullied everyday was he, his peer would tell the news agent
He was different, a loner, weird, wore camouflage
And so, we tormented him
A lunch bench, a boy sequestered was “bullied every day”
Silent, defeated, sunken, he rarely spoke a word
Clean slate, passes a routine background check
A dietary aid prepping food in a nursing home
Nothing unusual nothing remarkable
Republican at heart for God knows what gave way, donates
to the loyal opposition a progressive bent
A bit addled and mixed up, can we see?
Unleashing his wrath a man filled with hurt with hate
In his own backyard, the tormented dons the guise of the tormentor
The assailed becomes the assailant
The unthinkable is done, perched upon a roof
four-hundred feet away just minutes into the oration
he aims then pulls the trigger
obscure and distressed Crooks alters history’s course
with a firearm at the ready as a duty and right
Father Crooks kept many, in a very pro-gun town
At the hands of a 20-year-old man who was
bullied by their own sons and daughters
Counselors, both father and mother
trained to help troubled minds, how ironic
Where were they as their son’s inner storm brewed?
A blind eye turned away what shame, what horror
Yet the world’s most salient story
We guidance counselors got to tour an engineering firm.
They were all set up for us, and made it lively and fun!
I had no idea until that day I had missed my calling.
The competition was on. We were given twenty minutes
And the exact same building materials – paper and tape.
Goal: Each team would try to build the strongest bridge.
At the end of the time pennies were dropped on them.
The engineers counted each penny as it was placed.
Eleven. Bam. Crushed.
Eighteen Bam. Crushed.
Twenty-three. Bam. Crushed.
They left ours until last.
I had no idea why.
We were the four oldest women there, forty years older than the others.
The reigning champion bridge had lasted through 114 pennies.
They came to our bridge, and stopped counting at 312 pennies.
We old ladies were gloating and high-fiving each other,
feeling like real engineers.
Best fun I have had in a long time!
Life was not at all “nice” to them
it did not treat them fairly
and if you asked how they survived
they'd answer you with “barely”
And though it seems against the odds
and quite a contradiction
they broke away from abuse and pain
and tragedy's predictions
The nicest people I ever met
were ones who had to learn it-
for they were never given love
but told they had to “earn it”
'Though cruelly shamed, scorned and spurned
and beaten into the ground
they rose and bloomed, and grew into
the loveliest things around
Perhaps those terrible feelings they felt
gave them special empathy
for now they comfort others in pain
a beautiful sight to see
The ones who once were “helpless”
afflicted and oppressed
are now the counselors, healers, friends
who help the very best!
PoetrySoup has illustrious wordsmiths,
Helpers, counselors, encouragers. Human muses.
I jumped on this site with eagerness, not daring to hope for
Even a partial bit of what I have received.
I took the leap of faith, joining right away,
Without any idea how these new friends would soothe my soul.
And squelch my fears, and my doubt that what I wrote was actually poetry.
If I die tomorrow, I go satisfied,
Fulfilled by friends I have only met on paper,
Best friends who send me SoupMall,
Friends who have
Embraced my soul, and lifted me with the purest love.
Thank you. Your energy is appreciated with awe.
When couples tie the nuptial knot,
They hope to leave the lonely lot.
But far too many newlyweds,
Soon realize their dream has fled.
Instead of being bone of bone,
They live as married and alone.
Feelings become easily bruised,
sparking a cycle of abuse.
The childhood wounds that failed to heal,
greatly affects the way they feel.
The hateful words hurt spouses say,
sear the soul and those old wounds flay.
When violence enters the milieu
The victim feels trapped and unfree.
Their mind is numb and thoughts unclear,
As each new day they live in fear.
The scowling stares, they take their toll,
by slowly stressing sore the soul.
The victim, anxious and depressed
Even in sleep cannot find rest.
The careless words of a dear friend,
crass counselors that do not mend,
a church not caring, callous, cold,
engender suffering untold.
Daily existence feels like hell,
as the soul shrinks to a mere shell.
And then the thoughts begin to tend,
To suicide as welcome friend.
Is there hope for this sad state,
When dreams of love explode in hate.
The God of love who made you both,
Desires to foster your growth.
Stop thinking of who is to blame,
End the name-calling and the shame.
The path to wholeness starts with you,
So, look inside and change your view.
Start looking deep inside your brain.
Explore the hurts that cause you pain.
Ask God above to soothe and heal,
And cause your heart His love to feel.
As each of you begins to heal,
And God’s great love begins to feel.
The grace of God your hearts will fuse,
You’ll love your spouse and not abuse.
It All Started With A Parade
All walks of people crowding the streets
Like moving vessels of a mighty fleet.
Jolly Diana, a wake-up call at dawn;
A throng is gathered down the town.
Cadets go marching, called the corps;
Gutsy kids are watching from above the roofs.
Steps are drummed to a cadence;
As marshals yell to the human stream.
Big brothers joined in uniform
They are soldiers, the kids assumed.
With ecstasy without disguise,
Pride and innocence seen in their eyes.
Some beat the drums and others blow horns;
A gal is leading with a baton.
with Flags of colors and banners too;
To a festive town around they go.
Church bells tolled and clergies joined,
And so the teachers and policemen.
The politicians and constituents;
The village folks are coming in.
The air is filled with festivity
There's so much fun all through the day.
From one entertainment to another it leads;
But it all started with a parade.
Date and Time of Writing:
March 01, 2012
10:14am - 10:48am
February 28, 2012 is the 40th anniversary of Barangay Liburon in Carcar City, Cebu, Philippines from being a Sitio of Barangay Can-asujan to an independent *Barangay. Being new to the community, I had the curiosity of how the community people conducted the celebration. I have the honest comparison of my ecstasy being a 3-year old kid in 1974, having the first consciousness of a parade in commemoration of Sogod, Southern Leyte annual town fiesta that was then held every 15th of December (later moved to December 21st). As a sort of reminiscence, and how it differed to what I observed of the present kids observing the parade, led me to the writing of this poem.
* In Philippine political setting, the Barangay is the smallest administrative division. It is a community of about 800 square hectare more or less, subdivided into smaller villages called Sitios. The Barangay is headed by an elected Barangay Captain with a counsel composed of eight counselors.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep” (Robert Frost).
The woods know my secrets
For I open my heart
In this enclosed sanctuary of God
As folded branches draw my eyes
Upward, ever upward
Towards the emerald ceiling
With a skylight
From which streams
The light of heaven
Pure and sweet
On my face
The trees are my counselors
Sacred dispensers
Of the mysteries of God
Sentinels tall and majestic
Guarding my hushed sacred hours
Of contemplation and renewal
The would be silence
Sweetly disturbed
By the sounds of His creatures
Filling God’s outdoor sanctuary
With a heavenly hymn of praise
Each trail leads me deeper and deeper
For my heart longs to be
In the Holy of Holies
In the very presence of the Creator
On holy ground
Yes, Yes!
He is here
His presence
Envelopes me
After my communion
The closing benediction of sunlight
Guides me home
The thinning trees whisper
“Forget us not” stories to me
As I pass them by
Stories of long ago pilgrims
From another time
Yet one with me
The same
Pilgrims in search of sanctuary
A place of solace
A place of tenderness
A place of discovery
Where they come to learn
The miles left to go
Till journey’s end
When they must lie down
In well deserved sleep
Safe under the shadows
Of God’s mighty trees
Resting, resting
Blissful sleep
In the Sanctuary
In HIS sanctuary
In the woods…..
For Caleb’s Smith’s In the Woods Contest
September 10, 2013
When you are in high school
And you want to grow up to be something you consider even a little bit significant
Your life turns into a list of priorities
And if your priorities do not result in a good enough gpa
Or can't fit into tiny boxes on an activities chart
Then they aren't worth your time
When you are in high school
And you want to grow up to be something you consider even a little bit significant
Your parents and teachers and counselors opinions will consume you
When you are in highschool you create your own consequence filter
All of your obligations go through the filter
The ones with the biggest consequences you do first
And the smallest consequences go last
Usually the smaller consequences ones are
Eating enough
Sleeping enough
And keeping check on your mental health
When you are in high school
And you want to grow up to be something
You lie to your parents a lot
You tell them you’re fine
You tell them you go to bed at 10 every night
You tell them the worst part about your day was a class you don't like
When in reality it was the overwhelming stress of pleasing the adults in your life
When you are in high school
And you want to grow up
You earn an obsession with numbers
Including your
SAT score
ACT score
GPA
AP test scores
Every big lest
Every little quiz
Every assignment you put in a basket
Every notebook you spent diligent hours perfecting
Because all you work doesn't matter if the numbers aren't high enough
When you’re in high school
And you want to grow up to be something you consider even a little bit significant
do NOT stop and ask who you are doing all this for
You aren't doing this for yourself
Just go to class walk through the halls get the good grades
Score high on the SAT, ACT, AP
You can live for yourself
When you are doing something significant with your life
Dear Mama
I'm older now and so much has changed
I miss you don't get me wrong
but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
and I can't even tell you to your face
so I'm writing because my cowardliness has forbidden me to speak
like my lips have been locked shut and somehow
I lost the key
and my mind is overflowing so please don't hate me
I'm trying to balance my reality and form a friendship
without hurting your feelings
and I know I sound insane
I get it, you don't think it's that deep
but you don't see what I see
we haven't imagined the same future for me
you're so stuck on what you think is for me
that you're to blinded to witness
that I'm suffering Mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
thanks for keeping in touch
thanks for all the over-text lessons
but I'm good
I don't need a schooling session
I have teachers
I have counselors
I have coaches
For God sake I have a mom
who puts me in the right direction
you missed your chance years ago
So you need to hear this
let me go
I'm only hanging on by a thread
yet you still dangle from my leg
WHY? because when it snaps
we're both dead
Can't you see that I'm not just gonna hop up and leave when I turn 18
classified as a runaway
and for what?
so you can just go back to you old ways
Can't you see that you've broken me
caused my head to spin uncontrollably
I want to please you but I want to be happy
Can't you see that I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
I realized that I really don't know you
we had visits and sleepovers
I was a kid, you were all I knew
But I'm older now and so much has changed
I don't see things the same way
I've found somewhere else where I feel safe
I hope you will understand one day
I want you to be in my life
when I graduate
have kids
and heck when I'm a bride
and yes I'll still take your advice
but Don't turn advice into teachings
I hope now you can see my reality
and your heart isn't broken into a million pieces
just know I'm always here to be your friend
and if you never want to talk again I understand
but you see that would just add on to why I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
It's time
to say goodbye to that title
Dear Renisha
I love you always
-Angel
Note* (I have two moms)
I call my biological mother "Mama" and my adoptive mother "Mom"
It's an hour after school.
The halls are empty.
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"I wish I could help more."
"Just not enough evidence."
The school says "please,
Come to us if you need help."
"I'm being bullied" the teens cry.
"You said ask for help"
"Here look, my wrists are bleeding."
"You don't hear what they say?"
"I know you do."
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"Just not enough evidence."
Next day.
Breaking news.
'Teenager kills herself due to bullying.'
"This is a tragedy."
"Please, I encourage you."
"Come to us if you need help."
A teenager comes to the school.
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"Just not enough evidence."
Are we destined to do this forever?
A cat and mouse game of
'Come to us.'
'Sorry not enough evidence.'
The scars up and down my arms,
The rising suicide attempts associated with bullying,
Isn't proof enough?
The attendance drops,
The friend loss.
Doesn't speak for itself?
Teens with tear stained eyes and
'Scratched by my cat' arms.
Making friends with counselors.
Because their office is a safe house.
Safe from the wars of popularity and
"I'm cool, you're not."
Who gets to decide when all of
This.
Actually get counted
As evidence.
I certainly hope it's not you.
Because if it is you.
You're killing us all.
I am more than a menace to society
There’s a twist in my sobriety
Please help me sculpt my destiny
Help me return to incorruptibility
Why do I believe Google not your holy book?
Why do I trust the teacher not the parent?
Why do I have faith in the label not the quality?
Why do I confide in counselors not my spouse?
Strangers become closer than siblings
Democracy daunts more than dictatorship
Price becomes more important than value
Which God do I praise and worship?
Who is the custodian of my conscience?
Who is the guardian of my scruples?
Who is the protector of my principles?
Who is the curator of my values and visions?
What if all that I know turned out false?
What if we were wrong about everything?
What if we weren’t who we thought we were?
What if infinity and zero were vice versa?
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep” (Robert Frost).
The woods know my secrets
For I open my heart
In this enclosed sanctuary of God
As folded branches draw my eyes
Upward, ever upward
Towards the emerald ceiling
With a skylight
From which streams
The light of heaven
Pure and sweet
On my face
The trees are my counselors
Sacred dispensers
Of the mysteries of God
Sentinels tall and majestic
Guarding my hushed sacred hours
Of contemplation and renewal
The would be silence
Sweetly disturbed
By the sounds of His creatures
Filling God’s outdoor sanctuary
With a heavenly hymn of praise
Each trail leads me deeper and deeper
For my heart longs to be
In the Holy of Holies
In the very presence of the Creator
On holy ground
Yes, Yes!
He is here
His presence
Envelopes me
After my communion
The closing benediction of sunlight
Guides me home
The thinning trees whisper
“Forget us not” stories to me
As I pass them by
Stories of long ago pilgrims
From another time
Yet one with me
The same
Pilgrims in search of sanctuary
A place of solace
A place of tenderness
A place of discovery
Where they come to learn
The miles left to go
Till journey’s end
When they must lie down
In well deserved sleep
Safe under the shadows
Of God’s mighty trees
Resting, resting
Blissful sleep
In the Sanctuary
In HIS sanctuary
In the woods…..
Eileen Manassian