Best Face The Facts Poems
Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.
When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.
They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.
Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,
Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.
Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.
Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.
Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.
You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.
Judy Ball
Descends over the mountains
a blanket of suffering thunder
The fork between two tongues sings
truth always comes to light
under angel rays expelling echoes
A thousand ancient whispers
striking home babbling silently
gathering tongues cry to the vain
Gale force in the mind blows fuse
There is so many power hungry nations
fed by constantly spilling innocent blood
keeping people down is such a falsehood
God be with all victims of crime committed
Wounded knee echoes of past genocide exist
as does the Emerald Isle
an open book clearly speaks volumes
They who should be held accountable
by countries of this world
brought to justice and face the facts
freedom is a democracy
to live without chains attached
Sweeping under weeping souls chant
Spirits haunting winds cry
over many plains in song
There is no love of God present
in them who take another's life
Rustling through branches
many tales of woe Armenia cries out
Battle reduces men into animals
through their blood thirsting hate scars
Filled with rage and bitterness gas used
inhumane violence stormy seas fuels the desire
to kill every living being poisonous mushrooms cloud
with hate consumes
wiping out countless women and children
destroying nature without a care for this planet
Always innocent parties unto such vile acts are addressed openly
Wipe away the cobwebs from over your eyes world
Taking life from the living forbidden
no good disturbing the balance of peace
Love is far from so many people's heart's these days
Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn
and made anew
Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live
And never touch the sky.
I have to forget you
I have to reject you
But I will never love anyone
like I loved you.....
I heard you whisper
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes
But you couldn’t feel it
You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT.
I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will.
Be my dirty little secret
My very worst-kept secret
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison
My infernal and endless attraction
towards complete and utter self-destruction
I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....
My addiction
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true
Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget
how you were never there
Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?
I have to face the facts
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you.
The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to.
I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely
It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me
You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you.
I am tired of the denial
Refusal to face the facts
Not learning from doctor’s reports
Not listening, so that we can plan
What is happening is unfolding,
All around us every day
No matter how it’s minimized,
The virus will have its say
Truth will emerge beyond,
Anyone’s trying to control…
What others believe right now
It is a time to work together
Not a time for carelessness,
Or accusations against truth tellers
It is a time to appreciate the gift of life
Treat it with conscious, gentle gestures
A time to adapt for safety measures
Heidi Sands
3/8/20
life is a pill
waiting for the bottle to refill
it takes away the feeling
but not the hurt that's dealing
it keeps you under control
but not the violence in your soul
it makes you relax
but not from having to face the facts
it helps you to go to sleep
but not from the nightmares your forced to keep
it helps you to focus all day long
but not keeping you from thinking wrong
and when you realize the pill has not helped you before
you will not want to take them anymore
I am under so much stress
It seems like my life is a total mess
I miss the life of no responsibility
Now the world seems to be full of hostility
I used to sit and relax
And now I have to face the facts
That what they say is true
And the matter makes me blue
That growing up really is tough
And until this I thought of it as a bluff
I wish there was an anti-aging cream for this
If I could only go back to my age of bliss
I miss my youth
And that is the truth
I am not a Buddhist
But a friend of mine you see
Is a student of the Dharma
And passes on to me
The wisdom of the ages
To help me understand
That though there is suffering
There’s also goodness in the land
Suffering the product of envy pride and greed
Subject to Karmic forces both good and bad indeed
To help diminish suffering good Karma is required
In striving for enlightenment we also are inspired
To think right thoughts do right deeds and speak only of the truth
But idealism optimism all easier found in youth
Seems to fade with age, experience and onslaught of nightly news
But still many try to find the good and build more positive views
With succor in religion through life they try to face
The misery and suffering so rampant in life’s race
Like Buddhists Christians Jews and Muslims who all see a better place
They depend on the good we do right now to earn reward and grace
So all the world’s religions depend on another life
To rescue us from ourselves and hunger thirst and strife
But I am not a Buddhist a Christian or a Jew
I’m forced to face the facts of life that seem to be too true
We’re stuck here in Samsara with no hope for some relief
From all we do to ourselves that cause us so much grief
All the Karmic forces that drive us to despair
Greed corruption affliction overwhelming everywhere
But in the end we can depend on relief from all discouragement
Because in the end it's all too true that all things are impermanent
Life will end and with its' passing peace will finally reign
Relieving us from misery suffering and pain
Unfortunately for the Buddhist death is no way out
He’s forced to return again and again to try to work things out
An eternity of attempting to overcome our nature
Never even coming close to avoiding all the danger
Of being reborn into a world becoming stranger and stranger
The mess we created is here to stay
No matter how hard or much we pray
So my advice to you while you still have life....
Appreciate the gift
Enjoy what you can
It’s part of the plan
And try to give others a lift
Howard Tunick
May 2015
"We won't have a society if we destroy the environment."
- Margaret Mead
It's time to face the facts, Jack, Jill;
give the marsh back to the ocean,
move uphill. Give the river back
its mouth, the shore to the sea.
It's way past time to clean the obscene –
ness from the blue-green waters
we rape to feed us. Dead zones exist
in the deep, yet we weep
when nature disturbs our ego.
We just don't get it. The need to breathe
begins in the sea. It's life, renewed,
in grasses that cleanse our ignorance,
in spite of our arrogance,
We are choking her to death
with stupidity and greed.
Abuse, misuse, and mistreat the object of your affection.
In the name of a game – hearts bound in another direction.
Not seen or keen to a face, instead this article to discard.
Senseless pain to gain, leaving our hearts forever scarred.
Heed naught, to being caught, watching you writhe in pain.
Cruelty told, does unfold – standing alone in a bloody rain.
Showering down, bleeding abound – I turn in your direction.
But you’re gone, amidst the dawn, a broken down reflection.
A man once proud, who always vowed to love me till the end.
Now merely a face, for me to retrace, this broken heart I mend.
To face the facts and brutal attacks is more than I can bear.
To admit my faults, and emotional assault, do I even dare?
Can a monster repent, a life they’ve spent or will they always be –
An abusive mass, first in their class for you see that ogre is me.
I stand alone, without a home because you were always my force.
A recluse I must be, to discover the old me, or end this in divorce.
While wielding a machete in my kitchen—
I had some foods to slice: tomatoes, cheese,
baked ham, boiled eggs, grapes, lettuce--I was planning
a scrumptious smorgasbord, one sure to please.
But then I saw the warning on the handle:
“Machetes are not meant for kitchen use!”
I had to face the facts. To use a weapon,
one needs a truly excellent excuse.
October 17, 2016
The frist time I set foot on the earth,
I couldn't speak a single word.
On the same date, at the same time,
another child took his first step from across the world.
The first time I spoke was gibberish english,
across the global a one year old spoke his first word upon the same minute.
Mine was mom, and his was dad.
We both felt their love, we've yet to feel sad.
Sadness, and emotion that everyone can feel,
Happiness is what we look for, and love that is real.
My skin is creamy,
his skin is black,
her skin is tan,
we all face the facts.
Love is love,
Hate is surely hate.
no matter what color you are...
we all earn our own fate.
Face The Facts--Relax
When a senior widower I became
I joined others whose situation is the same.
One of those independent living places
Where you see many new faces.
Was told I might even attend
To the discovery of a nice new lady friend.
The widowed women unencumbered
Had us men far outnumbered.
I was told of all the dangers
Of being approached by female strangers.
Alas, now I’ve come to realize
This attack by women would not materialize
Can’t blame the weather or the season
Aha, I think I’ve found the reason;
I have now but a fraction
Of the old attraction.
I’ve lost that old ability
Because of my senility---oh well!
Written by Gail Debole
November 26, 2024
Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town.
English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down.
"Being an adult" is now one word.
We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard?
So I guess the next noun to be "verbed"
Is that a child is "childing" or is that absurd?
All languages evolve through the years.
Face the facts. Get over your fears.
Nothing you can do to stop the "ings."
"Verb-ing" the nouns is more than a fling.
Younger generations speak their own type of speak.
Older generations try to keep up so they do not look weak.
No one person controls the words we say.
New ones arise and old ones lose sway.
Now all the nouns can be "verb-ed" or "e-d-ed."
Language creativity cannot/should not (shouldnot?) be impeded.
And, in the future, how many words will survive?
Will acronyms and emojis be the language that thrives?
Children, Express Your Darkest Emotions
Children, express your darkest emotions on canvases
You can use any dark colours, no restriction
Express your darkest emotion, art is for that
Your anger, sorrow misery, confusion, shame
We will accept you, admire you, agree with you
Create the most honest, sincere, provocative paintings
We won’t correct you, don’t worry
I will catch you as of now
You’re not wrong, you're just weak and sensitive
You don’t need to force yourself to paint to please an’ adults’ mind
After you’ve expressed everything in your hearts
You might see what is going on inside you
And if you are tired, have a rest
If you are sleepy, go to bed
I don’t expect you to be better later
I know that you are afraid of change, so am I
Just express yourself and see who you are
My hope for you is that you gain the strength to face the facts
But not now, maybe later, one day
DENTED CANS
Dec.28 2017
Decision Time
Face the facts
You messed up, can't go back
Can't rewind, undo, renew
Time surges onwards, you got left behind
Shame about that
Hard to admit that you were wrong
Can't face yourself
The mirror shows the ugly truth
Inconvenient and unfortunate
But real, this is the reality
This is your life and you can't bear it
You made yourself the badge but you're too ashamed to wear it
Too late, it's gone on too long
Have to hash together the last remains
Compromise and make the most of it
You hate it, hate yourself
So much that you can't even tell yourself properly
Address your words to some invisible second person
The you is me
Regret washes over and I sink;
It's decision time
I look back and think that now it is
Decision time
And I'm scared, so afraid
Already ruining those carefully constructed plans
That were never quite made.