Best Let Bygones Be Bygones Poems
My friend, put a pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
Native Speaks Truths
She's not your princess or your squaw;
She is respected clan mother of the Chippewa.
He's not your chief, buck, or redskin:
He is a proud warrior of the Algonquin.
We're not your fashion trend or mascot;
We are the original peoples, have you forgot?
Racism comes to us in many ways;
Often disguised with passive aggressive praise.
You demand that we forgive and forget;
And with your good book you preach and beset.
You say to stop living in the past;
But continue to treat us as social outcasts.
You claim that you've learned from what your ancestors did;
Yet you repeat it world wide and the truths forbid.
You judge my frustration and anger with ease;
But continue selfish ways and to do as you please.
You celebrate men who massacred my tribe;
Your holidays confirm your need to inscribe.
You cry that you are the current day victim;
That reversed racism is your affliction.
You moan that we don't understand what it's like;
But your greed has caused the mistrust and dislike.
All the while you refuse to admit;
That what you ignore is what you permit.
Are you so different than those that turned away;
While my people were the cavalry's prey?
How much have you really changed;
When history repeats and so much is still the same?
Perhaps you only wish to silence my voice;
Because guilt today can be a weapon of choice.
Does white privilege still exist today;
Do you still want us to assimilate and obey?
If I am bitter it is with good cause;
It is because you continue with hypocrisy and faux pas.
Should one day you learn that all lives truly matter;
I will consider forgiving the lives you have shattered.
When you can learn to love the brown, black, yellow, and red;
I will then forget the broken promises and the massacres you've led.
Until that day do not patronize me with lies;
I will only believe what I see with my own eyes.
When colonization is no longer forced upon;
We can then let bygones be bygones.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Below is a quote written by one of my favorite authors Rod McKuen. He has been one of my greatest inspirations and his book "Listen To The Warm" changed my writing style. I wrote essays about him in high school and have read all his wonderful books that took me on a journey where no one else ever has. Unfortunately he passed away February 2015. I decided to write a poem based on his quote.
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too,
when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and...
listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
I hear it so gently; the warmth of our silence.
For me and you, yes us two, we grew…
after all we’ve been through....
Be still, my love…
The observations we saw while sitting in our room,
reminded me of the yesteryears; old days of yore.
Let bygones be bygones and follow the warmth
we created in silence beneath two lover’s sheets.
"I'll always need you, my sweet."
As days go by and the nights come too quick
I hear your heart beat as I lay on your chest.
Ears connected to hearts, and hearts connected into
one, forever dreaming of sweet tunes only we
can sing.
Let there be stillness in our laughter, yet
tears in our smile, expressing all the magic we have
built up over twenty years of warm silence.
I may be clamorous during the day but
as the night closes in I will always be speechless
in your arms.
Lay with me during the cold days and walk with
me in the warm. Feel my hand entwined
with yours as lover’s do so often. The only difference
is that me and you…yes…us two…
will always calmly subdue….
I’ll rest myself on your lap and you can hold
me until our daily routines begin.
Please don’t go just yet, stay with me here,
I need you to breath and you need not fear.
I always had wondered and now I know why,
we were meant to be us since that night in Versailles.
So hush…sweet man…let’s do what only lovers can…
stay by my side, hand by hand,
Tonight we shall lay together as one,
and we shall wake up in the morning
as still as the sun, waiting in anticipation to
hear with readied ears…
~listening to the warmth of our silence~
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 8, 2016
Scammers believe they are smarter
than everyone else,
boldly committing crimes,
relieving citizens of their dimes,
and possessions,
They go on, and on, for months ,
maybe years,
Leaving a trail of folks they have
conned,
urging their victims to let bygones be bygones,
No one goes up against them because
of their "hoodlum" reputation,
But, there comes a time when they can't hide from
the Almighty,
He sees their "wrong doings" and the trickery they live behind,
In God's season he always pays them back in kind.
Africa the continent…of incredible wealth …?
Through exploitation, corruption…and stealth…attrition felt…?
Called the mother land…are you a fan…?
The significance of tribes…the subject of their lives…
The stark of their marks…to the ranges in their talks…
From the spears that some bear…to the people who cares…
Reflections of hate…significance of faith…
The origin of slavery…where is your bravery…?
Colonization in nations…for western distributions…
With forced migrations…the development of other nations…
Transported in ships…landed on the tips…
Areas like North America…to Jamaica…and the Caribbean…
With barrels and cans…how to explain the master plan…?
A nation in fusion…an education in illusion…?
The mining of gold…many stories untold…
The illegal extraction of diamonds…is there any lies man…?
Large deposits of oil…is this a spoil...?
Several dictators…who are the creators…?
The mind of the people…limited in steeple…?
The statistics on crime…no nursery rhyme...
Scars of many civil wars…like tumors…no rumors…
The bases…to the places…and the faces…
Some children…god's help them…
Spawned in the games…where is the shame…?
With rifles…their freedom stifles…
From Angola…to Nigeria…to Zimbabwe…international reports say…
From time immemorial…is this a constant ritual…?
Take stack…majority blacks…what are the lacks…?
How many states…do we have to wait till late…?
What is my date…is this what culture creates…?
United States of Africa…?
America…the Mecca…
How can you copy…the era of the floppy…?
Is it not gone…how to eliminate the scorn…?
Let bygones be bygones…move to the lushness of lawns…
Look beyond the dirt…search for your true worth…
Try to look within…and live without…
The violence…so intense…does it make sense…?
Africa…to whom will we call…
Mamma…?
dwelling on the past
can offer us no repast
share that peace pipe, fast
Wake your weapons
When the weary wind fills the way;
Poor pilgrim
Pray and report all your petitions
To the pure and powerful God.
While the sky waters the wide world
And while death’s dew dwells on kings
Bear each other’s burdens,
Bring all the hardships
And let them not break your broken hearts again.
Let not the past ruin your future,
And
Let bygones be bygones.
The past, when past is gone,
No amount of wishful thinking will bring it back,
In life, we must move on,
No use crying over memories and flashbacks;
Life is like a flower,
It can be enjoyed as long as it is present,
For soon it will wither,
Then nothing will remain except its fading scent;
Life's like a glass tumbler,
The broken pieces cannot be joined, once shattered,
We mustn't be a grumbler,
Rather, let go of the past and live unfettered;
Life’s like river water,
Once it goes and meets the sea, it does not turn back,
Leave the past to totter,
And reach forth to the future in this fast race track;
As life new attires dons,
Let’s face it with joy and try them on with gladness,
Let bygones be bygones,
Let’s leave behind the past, regrets, and all sadness.
12.03.2021
Inspired by Harivansh Rai Bachchan's "Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi"
(a poem in Hindi, the national language of India)
For Malabika Ray Choudhury's "Inspired by a Translation" contest
‘Let the past be’ he said
Why disturb peace
Why not let sleeping dogs lie
Why awaken the dead
Why dig old skeletons
For you can’t stand the omen.
Why not cherish tomorrow,
Why not anticipate for the future
For there’s much to look for
To correct the past mistakes
To create new life
To wave path for the next generation.
What’s done is done
You can’t spill over split milk
And you can’t change the past mistakes
But can forbid the repetition thereof
And let bygones be bygones.
Yesterday is gone
And it remain in the past
For all that happened
Simply let it go
And concentrate ‘rather’
On the future
For the past is history.
This is a spanking New Year,
A year to voyage with greed of peace and affinity.
Let not your mutable hate blind you from good
But be good to let your hate transmute into humane neighbourhood;
It is time to part ways with the dark forces now
It’s time to live free –
No human soul should mourn no more. No eyes
should be shedding any more tears.
All hearts ought nought be hefty of unjust racial animosity that
may lead to gratuitous xenophobic outbreaks no more too,
Or end up to a massacre of innocent blood that
would stain and defile the soil of our land sordid;
O Messiah, prithee, I do beseech thee!
Aid this nation of Africa to refrain from prejudice and
immorality. And teach them never to harm those who are
innocent for the deeds of others but to reconcile;
And to depart from wrong,
And to let bygones be bygones;
And teach them also to put paid to this obsession of calling their fellow
brothers and sisters from neighbouring countries makwerekwere . . .
A name that’s convenient enough to answer their whim.
Nor should they sacrifice their saintliness in order
to satisfy their vindictive blood thirst:
Instead, in this beautiful year shine’st thou the sun
at midnight…The sun that would perish and subdue the threat of
shameful grievances that might befall my nation once again.
And rain thou the rain that shall slay this futile nationalism which subsists within
the borders of Africa, and thus free the oppressed of their perpetual servitude,
So that they too can learn to trample down the moisture of
continental freedom –
And so help AFRICA be, for no one wills to flee.
The most admirable quality
That humans possess
Is the ability to forgive and forget
Let bygones be bygones
And get on with your life
It's something you'll never regret
If you don't, it will haunt you
Causing pain and anguish
Till you come to terms with the strife
It will eat at your psyche
You'll forever be tortured
The thoughts will cut like a knife
So call up this person
Invite them to lunch
And tell them it's another new day
Let them know you forgive
And still want their friendship
The strength of your bond will prevail
There's other worthy qualities
That humans possess
That form us and define who we are
But none so cleansing
And good for the soul
It's our most admirable quality by far
© Jack Ellison 2015
We are capable of so much more, is it not time for us to soar? New times ahead, we must look up high, and question ‘is our limit the sky?’
To stare at a glistening shimmer, refracting light like a mirror to turn our perceptions inner, and stop things getting dimmer. Look past the face to find a whole new space, beyond vanity, shame or disgrace, a cosmic reflection of all that you are, the truth we are made by dust from stars.
Not random and meaningless or without purpose, a frantic free-for-all, some chaotic circus, but serene and holy, divine and sacred, something special with intent un-wasted. As we progress to see a new dawn of time, self-loathing should become a crime, bowing a sin and judgement a taboo, if I had my way it’d be mandatory Kung Fu!
We are better than this, and that’s a fact, let’s let bygones be bygones and drop the act. We must evolve as nature intended, mayhaps we can become ascended? Onward with confidence we reach the heights of the spirit, to look back and see when we loved, that we meant it.
I think it’s time to put on a show, show how far humanity can go, back to the source we’ll never know, unless we decide it’s time to grow.
© Copyright Ash Grimshaw 2013. All Rights Reserved.
The most admirable quality
That humans possess
Is the ability to forgive and forget
Let bygones be bygones
And get on with your life
It's something you'll never regret
If you don't, it will haunt you
Causing pain and anguish
Till you come to terms with the strife
It will eat at your psyche
You'll forever be tortured
The thoughts will cut like a knife
So call up this person
Invite them to lunch
And tell them it's another new day
Let them know you forgive
And still want their friendship
The strength of your bond will prevail
There's other worthy qualities
That humans possess
That form us and define who we are
But none so cleansing
And good for the soul
It's our most admirable quality by far
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dear singing famous
I am writing to say would you please
consider giving me back my lyrics?
This is hard for me to ask
and i know this would be unacceptable for you to do
letting others know what you have done.
This is a black and gray world so I will not bring our God into it.
But this is to finally stand up for my sons,
and look them in the eyes and say
I tried at least once in there life to be a brave mother
and not just in lyrics.
This is true I have received intimidation on and off for many years
broken face bones, teeth, and hearts just of some of the pains we have received
but I am not stating that it was from you, only that it is happening again
so I ask again please give me what is mine
and 'Let bygones be bygones'
I have no wish to talk to you in-person
or to meet you!
a yes or no will do.
please do not say why
because it is already a known fact that I am the writer!
P.s. this is the best I could write
learning disability (communication is by lyrics or poems)