Best Habits Poems
HABITS
We wake up in the morning,
Our memory, collecting storing,
The same data over, and over again,
It becomes entrenched – a habit is due,
What triggers habits, just a simple cue!
We pass a highway that we know well
And put our car into cruise mode, swell,
This is routine, and we follow this road
For there is a reward,
We will shortly arrive at a place,
To which we associate a particular face,
And we store this for it feels good,
We now have adopted a habit,
That’s understood!
A repetitive gym advert
On TV, is yet another cue,
We lace up our sneakers, lay out our
Clothes, kiss husband goodbye
So long Hugh!
This has become routine,
For in a week or two
Our reward is due,
We will feel bran new
When we stand on our scale,
Which now tells a new tale!
A few more kilos you will
Have shed, we love this new
Routine, wow it is working
And without even shirking,
One gym lesson, we love the reward,
We once hated gym,
Now we never get bored,
And besides feeling healthy
We make our lives lengthy.
But some habits beware,
Cause strain, so refrain,
For these habits try to engulf
Us with guilt,
But our willpower will
Overpower guilt, if well built,
Willpower is the conscious mind,
And alerts us if we intend,
To be unkind,
So hurrah for the conscious,
We heartily cheer,
But the unconscious is
What brought us here,
To crossroads between the two,
Everyone differs in their view.
We must therefore
First think everything through,
For we adopt habits by
Storing more information,
And progressively throughout,
Each generation,
Embrace many a new habit,
But sometimes
Just do not grab it!
Psychiatrists forge forward
What a dilemma,
To find answers, neither
Altered or awkward!
Wrote this poem after having read he Power of HABIT by Charles Duhigg.
The wise owl watches
The cunning fox prowls
The lordly lion stalks its prey --
The hapless human stares at a screen
Got to hold it together, try to keep my cool,
Even when dealing, with imbecilic fools,
Should know better, but they freak me out,
When in the wrong, they just scream and shout,
My problem is, I won’t back down,
Especially if right, and dealing with clowns,
Should I be the one, to hold my tongue,
Guess it all stems, from when I was young,
Always had to, stand up for myself,
Show any weakness, get beaten up, no help,
That’s my dilemma, remains with me today,
I’m wiser now, still can’t turn the other way,
Hold your ground, never let bullies off, scot-free,
Face them down, no good cowards, you’ll see,
Only seek easy targets, to punch below the belt,
Fight back hard you Lion, watch their bravado melt.
By
David Kavanagh
A true angel removes your mask
Seems to be her task
Digs into your belief system some more
Asks how you gained your values, core
I am a creature of habits old
A product of my experiences untold
A book easily read
Raised on biases instead
plain thoughts on minisclule changes, leading to life altering outcome~
There's one thing I've noticed about rabbits
And that's their very prolific habits
Their birth rate they could reduce
Should Brer Hare Cease to seduce
And banned from places Miz Hare inhabits
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Due to their very prolific habits
My property is teeming with rabbits
There are cotton tails galore
So many I can't keep score
'Tis a disgrace the way they cohabits
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Carol Brown's "Bunny Rabbits" Contest - February 2012
I am me!
I am beautiful greediest me!
I'm quite simply gigantic, enormous, colossal- bigantic!
I'm huge I'm not small I could fill Albert hall -
What a beautiful thing to be me.
I can eat a cake shop in one sitting
Forty boxes of chocs without quitting,
If I had half a mind to-
I could well be inclined to
-Start over again, food permitting.
They say I've no stomach to diet.
'Lazy lummock!' they scream. 'You must try it!'
I just laugh from my belly
Till it wobbles like jelly,
'Come on then,' I say, 'come and fry it!'
It is said I'm too lazy to chew.
It's an art, It's not easy to do.
I just open my gob
And with a flick and a lob-
Down the hatch, tallyho, toodaloo!
Sitting next to a person whose breath stinks,
is it alcohol or lack of oral hygiene...
never mind what that person thinks:
excessive drinking is not a medicine!
Waiting for the bus that
runs on a Sunday schedule is tormenting misery,
and worse, standing next
to a smoker who has little consideration for me!
And I assume no other intruder tries
to spoil my trip on this bus cramped with kids
who talk aloud and curse with derisive eyes,
not hearing the bus driver's angered voice!
BAD HABITS
I never use to drink, never before / never use to smoke, ever before. Kept your company too long, you led me into the den of sin, I got hooked while trying to save you from yourself, now myself alone has nasty habits. Your own bad habits you’ve overcome, you got me hooked on your habits then left me alone, after years ? of sharing your jaded life: I against my true will, did the things I said I’d never do. You left me all alone for another lover and dropped me like a bad habit. While I rescued your heartless and numb heart, I pulled you through and left myself behind to wither and die. Addicted to you and all torn apart. I sit contemplating suicide, hoping to die, since you dropped me like a bad habit. One hard lesson learned is "life goes on"; While I die alone”. As the plane goes down; The First mask you should put on, is your own.!
My lungs are black but my heart is pure
My hair is thin and falling out in the wrong places
At this point my days to live are measured with an hour glass
The size of the smallest taxa
My memory is a bank of a hundred and one bad choices
Two thirds look like a previous poem I wrote,
one which I used a cigar to craft the smoke that is to swallow my alveoli whole
I am using one as I write this, and I’ll probably smoke another one after I’m done
These are the habits I have
The habits I adopted from the apple that fell far from the tree,
The forbidden fruit.
Habits are hard to break
Makes no difference good or bad,
Entrenched, they problems make
When problems, make us sad.
Habits steal our freedom
Got to find time to indulge them,
Make us believe we need ‘em
Even when hacking up phlegm!
written December 27, 2021
Habits at Dawn (Collaboration Contest)
by~ Catie Lindsey
Everything eventually dies
in long hours of neglect
and what remains is not what you think
nor what you suspect.
Guarded safely forty fathoms below
where little white lies and evil intent
cannot swim the bustling tide
of the things strong men invent.
Cruelty in a place
where honor was thrown to the wind
where loyalty meets with lashing out
crushing bones into pulp
shading the flowers bloom
stripping the heart of any hope
that goodness will come soon.
It is safer not to feel
and hearts can't always mend
from fabrication of intent
to swallow you whole
spit you out and then
walk away.
Funny how strong men invent
new means of weakness
casting shadows and pounding dents
into the body of the soul.
The heart stands no chance
with liars who get bored
and concoct evil intent.
by~ Poet Destroyer
As life rebirth the surface
Everything abandon will soon gain custody.
For every lie I will leave you wordless,
and subside your pleasure of gluttony.
You think I will drown with God on my side
All the things you men invent,
are nothing but lies, your evil excuses under disguise.
One day you will be held in content
Honor in what?
The way you think you can slip away.
Loyalty was the shortest subject you ever took.
Turning every wrong page in my book.
You men can strip our heart,
And give us the will of no hope.
I said Nope!
Along will come God,
who will flip my boat again to float.
I will see the goodness!
And feel stronger than I was before.
Mend my heart with new habits to explore.
Swallow the whole world complete.
You will be the one beneath my feet.
Weakness you will find in your own shadow,
once I walk away from your deceit.
Lashing out to bring me near
Never will you hurt me,
or set my heart in tears.
New habits are easy as one two three.
A collaboration with* Catie Lindsey
My bad habits seem to jumble
Burp and mumble
My goofy ease
At losing keys
Good luck giving me directions
My projections
Of right and left
Are not so deft
Yet I sort whites and wash pans
Recycle cans
Good habits grew
From loving you.
7/22/21
12 Lines in Rhyme contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
New clothes new habits
That leaves the receptacle no deficits
And they gone to school with guts
Ask them megabytes, gigabytes
Why drain sooner until the last mourner
Find them in junctions, saloons in any corner
New clothes new habits
Kind of magnetism visits
Downstairs as with the parachute
Have you anyone who would to persecute
Gone to school with guts to grasp, seize and hold
Why gentlemen will plead their hand for household
New clothes new habits
Why drain sooner until the last mourner