Best Follow The Crowd Poems
What does courage mean to me?
Well it isn't being fear free.
It's being brave and staying strong,
Facing all my problems, head on.
It's conquering hardships, being bold,
Reducing worries out of my control.
When I have to make a choice,
I listen to my inner voice.
I'll never lose my moral sight,
Courage will always choose what's right.
I give my opinion, speak my mind,
Try hard not to be unkind.
Apologise for a misdeed.
Courage will help me to succeed.
I don't have to follow the crowd,
Courage helps me to feel proud.
Negative thoughts I can ignore,
I take my emotions from my core.
Courage provides faith in my life,
It guides me through the storms and strife.
With courage, I face the unknown,
With God I'll never walk alone.
So be courageous in your skin,
Find your strength from deep within.
Socialites
those was good days.
sneakin' out the bedroom window
tryin' harder not to wrinkle our frocks
than not to wake momma
runnin' down the dusty road
with pointy-toe pumps in tote
hopin' we didn't miss too much
of the party.
greeted at the end of the road
by three cats
in they daddy's shiny black Bonneville
waitin' to give us a ride.
they'd be justa skinnin' and grinnin'
thinkin' they might just get some ass
before the night was through.
some nights,
if them cats was slick enough,
they would.
we'd Slide all night at the juke joint.
eatin' pickled pigfeet and
gettin' high off of stump-hole liquor.
tellin' lies 'bout how
we was gonna go to New York one day
and how we was gonna go to Coney Island
for hotdogs at Nathan's.
and then go over to Queens
to find us a soul food joint
for a taste of collards and cornbread.
from there,
we would just follow the crowd to Harlem
and take us a place in line
waitin' our turn to
bow at the feet of Apollo,
god of the Chitlin Circuit.
soon,
he would entertain us with
his dukes and his queens, and his godfathers
and, boy!
that palace would be smokin'!
'course
all eyes would be on us-
the socialites from the sticks-
all dolled up in our fitted skirts
with can-can slips underneath
and the cats in they pencil suits and wing-tips
and all us thinkin'
if only the niggas back home could see us now-
snappin' and tappin' in Harlem
with dukes, and queens, and godfathers.
If you have courage...
If you have courage...
You will, open your eyes
If you have courage...
You will not believe all their lies
If you have courage...
You will get up when you stumble
If you have courage...
You will always try to stay humble
If you have courage...
You will begin on your destination
If you have courage...
You will always humbly accept direction
If you have courage...
You will always open your mind
If you have courage...
Peace and happiness you will find
If you have courage...
You will try to understand others
If you have courage...
You will see all men as your brothers
If you have courage...
You will, try to see my point of view
If you have courage...
You will, better understand you
If you have courage...
You will, search for the truth
If you have courage...
You will not allow despising of your youth
If you have courage...
You will examine all the facts
If you have courage...
You will defend the truth from all attacks
If you have courage...
You will not follow the crowd
If you have courage...
You will testify out loud
If you have courage...
You will seek answers to your questions
If you have courage...
You will accept them without hesitation
If you have courage...
You will confess your faith in God
If you have courage...
You will not care when they call you odd
If you have courage...
You will understand why you believe
If you have courage...
You will not be easily deceived
If you have courage...
You will stand by your convictions
If you have courage...
You will help others with their contradictions
If you have courage...
You will not fear impending disaster
If you have courage...
You will have already obeyed God as your master
Do you have courage?
John Derek Hamilton
December 08,2016
In this castle
Created in my mind
A tree,
This tree
A scar
A jagged one
Still healing
Blood dripping
Forms a path
Two watchmen
Chipping away
Away at it's skin
Creating holes
To suck out blood
Warning others
To follow the path
The path
A constant path
Almost invisible
Leaves an endless highway
That will not be seen
From
Far away
it forms a thin
Long and Knotted trail
Small black dots
On this pathway
Twisting and turning
Around the tree
In this castle
Created in my mind
None have wondered
Where this path goes
They follow the crowd
The sounds
Constant sounds
Almost silent
Leave prints
That will be heard
Far away
Calluses, Sores, and scabs
Created
From the non-stop endless migration
The rhythmic pecks
The perpetual stomps
Of these creatures
in my mind
Forever
Endless
As it seems
When will one
break through it's sea
The truth
An unknown truth
Can be turned into
Lies
The destination unknown
Cannot be reached
As it is
So
Far away
I welcome you to this magic kingdom
Drowned in endorphins and stale perfume
To hide the stench of sweat but not shame
You're free to leave but you won't be the same
So grab a drink, have one of my fags
The girls and boys in glamourous rags
Fight 'til the sunlight on sticky floors
Tomorrow morning they'll regret it, of course
Forget your morals, you won't need them now
It makes more sense to follow the crowd
That seems so happy and carefree
Intoxicated is the way to be
Am I the jester or the king?
This kingdom is my everything
Live long, all hail, up against the wall
The king is wearing nothing at all
If you're looking to lose yourself
Leave your soul and brain on the shelf
And find yourself washed up on the shores
Of the United Kingdom of Whores
Being who you are, is the best!
Unwilling to follow the crowd.
And wear that conformity shroud.
Be the bee that stings their souls!
Free other poets from any chains.
To run as they will and shake their manes.
For you know if your poem is really good!
Truly acknowledge yourself, as number one!
That makes poetry, no task, simply, flowing fun!
4-13-2022
Perambulating in Jail
‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once you follow the crowd
‘No eccentricity get into that box until no box is required’
So-called traitors poets intellectuals struggle with blame
are deemed the fifth column since we should be all equal
On the battle fields of evil ‘you are with us or against us’
while the golden mean of virtue and reason withers away
in dire misappropriation of the ancient theme of wisdom
‘Stay on the path’ and soon there will be fences and bars
when you will finally accept the message and convenience that
prisons and goal post surely protect all of us simply from our Selves
Unless of course we chose to march in the centre of convictions
behold as treasures the journey without the meddling middlemen
or women who claim the truth from poisoned cages of indifference
April 2017
One's poetic ability, yea willingness, to speak
Truth.
To stand, soul-naked, as it were...
Whilst your poet enemies stone you or avoid
you in the online public square.
To swim with the sharks, though thou
might be their delicious repast.
To be be happily avoided because you
don't follow the crowd.
You won't bow and scrape and sell your
soul nor your country out, no how!
In this battlefield of ideas, the small of
mind will shame you.
Brandish your sword of courage,in full
view!
A stalwart poem with three hundred reads and
comments, but two?
Shows that popularity trumps truth here,
So much so, I want to permanently vanish!
Or have 38,000 poets here to the famed,
"isle of Denial" be heretofore, banished!
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July 13, 2020
10:30 pm PST
You can choose to believe
in yourself
and make something
of your life,
or you can choose
to do nothing
and merely take up time
and space.
You can choose to make
each day a beautiful day,
or you can choose
to walk around in misery
and full of anger.
You can choose to make
a difference in this world,
or you can choose
to complain about everything
and do nothing to change
anything.
You can choose to be
a leader and an innovator,
or you can choose
to follow the crowd
and wander aimlessly through
life.
You can choose
God and everlasting life,
or you can choose sin
and spiritual death.
Everything is about choices.
There are those who heedlessly follow the crowd
There are also a few who singularly continually do not
Some of these do it to be different, while some just are
They dance to their own voice, hear a different drummer
It is not at all easy to be different, it has its price
Some think the journey worth it, others soon capitulate
Now when you are different, if you are a deep thinker
Then sometimes you may even question your own reasoning
For some through life, it is a continual questioning why
Why am I so different, why do I always have to do what I do
Others don’t not give a stuff, they simply do what they want
For some, life makes them different, without even asking
Some different in looks, in circumstance, mind or body
Others so unique, making discoveries conquering the unknown
Some even take their difference and turn them into sheer evil
They take our world and fill it with non- conforming haters
They are people who believe that all must sing to their tune
They want to sway the populace to their ways of non-conformity
And in their non -conformity to the norm, it turns into conformity
Sub-cultures are formed to get away from the traditional values
Goth, Metal head, pieced tongues, shaven heads, and dread hawks
All eventually without even realizing it living in total compliance
The non- conformist therefore has to be a loner not a group culture
To be different is to be true to oneself and stand there out on a limb
This is a hard road to travel, and certainly not one that is easy to tread.
Storm Dancer
I am not afraid of the storm;
I have no desire for the norm.
Let me make it perfectly clear;
Trouble is not what I fear.
I have no intentions to follow the crowd;
I speak my truths loud and proud.
A keeper of peace is not my place;
Some pray and some efface.
I will not change who I was raised to be;
To become another's devotee.
I embrace the lightning in my veins;
A family trait that should remain.
May angels and sages bless you;
In all days in life you travel through.
May Thunderers guide me with fire;
For I am the storm and not a pacifier.
Usdi Ganolvsgiagasgi Ulogilv
Living your life is hard,
To be yourself and proud,
Everyone else just disregard,
And don’t follow the crowd,
Life is not a group discussion,
Others are just company.
For those residents in MAGAville,
That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass.
Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and
For that moment, you might not be without class.
I know it must be difficult for you,
To honestly think and even act for yourself.
But what the hell, take a break from your ignorance,
And raise your mind above that bottom shelf.
Maybe then you can show some independence,
Since you don't always have to follow the crowd.
While those keepers of oaths and stupidity,
Can look elsewhere to make their boys proud.
Because honestly, you've been missing the boat of reality,
While sailing on a junket to an island of fantasy.
And pardon me against all truth that's social,
But that gibberish is quite simply, lunacy!
So stand tall, pull your big-boy pants on,
Take a deep breath, then swallow hard.
Take a look in the mirror with clear eyes,
Find the truth behind the lies, and what remains is a canard.
Thousand Yard Stare
Injustice in my eyes
When i look at the world
But i can't follow the crowd
And keep them shut tight
I will die to see what's right
With those left fighting against the lies
Something must be wrong with me
Am i hot, or is the world so cold?
Experience the warmth
Before you grow up
For when you stop growing up
You start growing old
Naive,
Follow the crowd,
Never question the truth,
One plus one may not equal two,
Cynic.