Best Man To Man Poems
Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”
He said, “It’s very difficult, but so is life.
There’s more to learn than grip and swing and rules,
Like honesty and dealing with adversity;
Then, pointing to his head, “… and how to use ALL your tools.
Play the Course… and Mother Nature…
Focus on just one shot at a time;
Try to learn from each of your mistakes;
Then, do your best to leave them behind.
These clubs will teach you more
Than our ‘man to man’ talks.
This you'll learn for yourself,
So you can “walk the walk.”
“Practice makes better, but not perfect.
And always remember what they say:
‘”Golf is not a game that we can win.
It’s just a game we play.’”
His lessons served me very well,
Took them to heart and play the game.
And life is much like a round of golf.
Despite the bad shots, I’m always glad I came.
Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill.
Russia hopes by taking out their power grid that they will give in
But its made them more determined not to yield to Vlad Putin
They're melting snow for water it's what they're having to do
And if we didn't live in a civilised world it could easily be me or you.
Women and girls are sexually assaulted at the point of a gun
Their families are forced to watch while these dogs have their fun
Another report a girl watched her friend raped and shot in the head
They didn't want any witnesses and made sure that she was dead.
Mass graves have been discovered with bodies tied and bound
With many showing signs of torture investigators have found
Russia claims only military targets have been hit but of course its lies
Anything that comes out of Putins mouth should come as no surprise.
Iran is supplying Putin with missiles and other cheap hardware
Putins rants about nuclear weapons I don't think he would dare
The axis of evil has now changed its now Nth Korea, Russia and Iran
They're all a bunch of cowards and they'd never fight man to man.
The Patriot missile system Ukraine needs and I urge the US to supply
Because if they don't Russian bombers will fly and many more will die
The war has already escalated because weapons we are supplying
And only by doing so will it prevent the death toll in Ukraine from rising.
Written on 13th December 2022
I have supported Ukraine since February by writing poems about what is happening there and trying to bring to light atrocities that have been committed by the Russian army against the Ukrainian people and have at no time written anything negative about some brave Russian people who opposed Putin and many who have been imprisoned for making a stand.
You'd think by now companies would have seen the light
And stopped trading in Russia and doing what is right
But many big companies are still there, raking it in
Indirectly funding that war mongerer Vladimar Putin.
See the list of companies above and remember a name
How the hell do they sleep at night, have they no shame ?
Their profits are being payed with Ukrainian blood
Bodies of innocent people lying dead, in snow and mud.
Russians are cowards, man to man they won't fight
And fire missiles indiscriminately at everything in sight
A sign of sheer desperation by an evil Russian despot
But Ukraine is fighting back with everything they've got.
Written 10th March 2022
Sometimes I watch the rhythm of the stars
to foretell things not present yet to come
like weather men predict rain, sleet, or snow
the skies send futurity through my thoughts
Im just a man; no more...
yawning dreams of yesterday...
before yesterday occurred
I sleep with time that tease thoughts of tomorrow
a pinch of fate sometimes is all it takes
to witness how the world will wield and break
with humble breath my heart conforms puzzles I preach
believe or not I write to you a theme
that came to me while yawning dreams of yesterday
before yesterday occurred
ill animals plague man to man
the floors of earth will shake beds as they sleep
our moon will tell the sun to low the fire
a scorching heat upon the heads of most...
to top it off the waters will devour souls that weep
without an arc the mystery cuts like a knife
untamed and innocent life
Doth thou light speakth more?
free countries greed with war!
believe or not I write to you a theme
with ink purchased in 1896.
Inside a shallow space I said hello
to me, myself and I and loneliness
secluded see the day does not exist
without a social kiss
with isolation my shape forms a shadow
that darkness only see..
Hibernating inside walls I hide my hands
friends of none my life a shelf of books that bend
I speak again with silent echoes
inside of walls that hide my hands
my ears hear sounds of company
as even birds place feathers of concern atop my released roof
sincerely, Herald Hermit
I was born into darkness, a world full of lies,
Sold by the one meant to shelter my cries.
In the hands of strangers, my worth was defined
By the hunger for drugs, my body confined.
A child turned slave in my uncle’s cold home,
A Cinderella with no fairytale to own.
Cooking and cleaning, no dreams to explore,
Just a ghost in their house, always doing more.
But school was my freedom, my breath in the night,
Where I could escape, even just for a while, and feel light.
Then came the man who saw nothing but skin,
A baby maker, a punching bag for his sins.
I wore his bruises like chains on my soul,
And soon I was lost in a world with no goal.
Homeless, with babies I couldn’t protect,
Forced to give them up, my heart wrecked.
Living on the streets, the sky my roof,
Despair wrapped around me, relentless and aloof.
I chased every high, every fleeting escape,
Found solace in bottles, in wounds that would gape.
Promiscuity a mask for the pain I denied,
But each thrill was a dagger, cutting deeper inside.
State to state, man to man,
I thought I could run, but never outran
The weight of my past, the shadows in tow—
Each new place, a prison where I couldn't grow.
But now I stand in the mirror, alone yet free,
Learning who I am, who I’m meant to be.
Outside the chaos, the violence, the noise,
Beyond all the brokenness, I reclaim my voice.
I am not who they made me, nor what they designed,
I am love, I am light, with a heart that’s kind.
Through scars and hurt, I still rise above,
A soul that refuses to give up on love.
For I am a survivor, a phoenix in flight,
And I’ll shine in this world, no longer afraid of the night.
I am beauty, I am strength, I am more than they knew—
I am me, whole and true.
Grandpa
My grandsons,
Lee, Eoin, Christopher, Rowick.
A boy needs a Grandpa,
for man-to-man talks.
To go hand in hand,
on companionable walks.
To fix up his toys,
when they no longer go.
To tell him the things,
little boys want to know.
A boy needs a Grandpa,
to show him the way.
To handle a puppy,
to teach him fair play.
To impart bits of wisdom,
he's learned through the years.
That it's no disgrace,
for a man to shed tears.
A boy needs a Grandpa,
to sit on his lap.
And if no one is looking,
they take a wee nap.
Each wrapped in an aura,
of love and esteem.
Each smiling gently,
at some special dream.
We are living life now like we are going to live for eternity
Forgetting we will soon be going back to The Almighty
Instead of worshiping our Creator we are only acquiring things of vanity
Man to man,woman to woman marriages are all against the principles of humanity
One may ask,what is happening to our present day society?
Is it that we are so feeble to say no to the temptations of the devil?
Or no,we just enjoy doing what is known by everybody to be evil
by changing what is right to wrong and what is wrong to be civil?
Never say i have more years ahead, so for me life is just starting
Ask yourself,today where is that helpless boy Trayvon Martin?
He is dead, and gone far away to a land known as Amodo in Latin
Oh God,all we pray and ask for is Your Everlasting Mercy
Cuz when you want to strike not even a certain Lionel Messi
Grant us Your Protection,Your Guidance and Your Blessings
We have had enough of the sufferings,we have all learnt our lessons
The Eavesdropper
An old man in his nineties
sat down and started praying.
I leaned in a little more
to hear what he was saying.
Dear God it's been awhile
since You n me has spoken.
Ever since You took my Angel
and left my poor heart broken.
I see my own end's coming soon
and I ain't afraid o dyin.
It's safe to say I been an ass
there won't be a lotta cryin.
I been selfish all my days
Angel used to get so mad.
I wouldn't let her say a word
as I told about the day I had.
She used to talk about her dreams
all hopin and just wishin.
I barely heard a thing she said
always thinkin bout goin fishin.
Good Lord in our younger days
that girl was quite the looker.
I been thinkin lately Lord
n I know why You took her.
I never paid her any mind
acted like I didn't care.
Until I woke to find her gone
and found You took her there.
So here I am God man to man
I done learned to face my sorrow.
I come to say I'm sorry
n hope I see you tomorrow.
If you see my Angel there
tell her I kin barely wait to hold her.
And Lord if You're still listening
get this ******* off my shoulder.
Then he turned and looked at me
and he gave an evil grin.
He said If'n you ain't got no prayer o your own
feel free to jump right in.
Edwin C Hofert
She holds his hand
In support she takes his stand
She holds his fears
Inside her tears
When she cries for her man
Who inhabits a spiritual land.
She winces at his pain
When flesh and blood fail him
Again and again
And the critical arctic blasts
That bring a coldness in his soul
Try to freeze his bones until they cannot move.
The headlights flow into each other
Heading home after locking the late night door
He stares down the headlights
Then looks into the future
Across the centre, she holds his tired hand again
Knowing the highway will never end.
The curtains light up again
She puts a brew at the side of his bed
He turns the page and refreshes his spirit
And drinks in some heavenly wisdom
Spirit to spirit, Man to man, Deep unto deep
Here he goes again, so here she goes again too.
Refreshed, refocused, reassured
Their bones thaw
Their spirits are full
They embrace their source
But she'll keep an eye
On the one whom she shares with the world and heaven.
Alright all you pigeon chests
Came the sound of thunder from the open door
As Big Bad Bart replaced the space
Giant mountain man of lore
Making his way into the bar
Sweeping Nancy boys out of his way
Stepping up to the the jukebox
Kicking it till some good ole country boy music played
This mountain man has made it his goal
To grab hold and unsissify
Any Wimpy Wally's
That happen to catch his manly eye
He started off his conquest
Out in the great North wood
First stop The Red Eye Back Door Saloon
Need I explain the name to you
He went in with his moral barrels a blazing
But there wasn't much he could do
Village people the only band on the jukebox
Y.M.C.A. being the only tune
He didn't let that little nitch stop him
Or slow him down by any means
Giving America back to the menly men
And not the mousey men with their girly dreams
Till the day that Bart locked eyes with Stanly
In that San Francisco flower bar
Those two haven't left each others side
Going through life now arm and arm
They spend their time skipping through fields of pansies
Giggling freely hand in hand
The way Bart now feels this was meant to be
Mia Mono, Man to Man
Bart's lumberjack buddies can't believe it
And don't know what to think of their friend
Although they all secretly admit
He does look good in those Hot Pink Hot Pants
My apologies to...
The Gays
The Mountain Men
The Lumber Jacks
The makers of Hot Pink Hot Pants
Did I leave anyone out?
If so I apologize for that too!
Alright you guys, just listen up, it's time for me to vent.
The day has come to recognize, somehow we must repent.
For centuries now, we've acted as, we are much better than,
our counterparts the girls and gals or a.k.a. WOMAN!
They wash our clothes, they cook our food, keep clean things round the house, yet still somehow we all believe that we're the supreme spouse.
Baloney, that's a bunch of crap, it's time to tell them all,
so get up off you're your BIG fat butt, and turn off that football.
Admit to them, for once for all, as hard as that may seem,
equalitys' found a brand new day, a day they should redeem.
Their dignity, their pride, their trust and all that we've assumed,
that once was our's to have and keep, self-righteously entombed.
They brought our children to this world, and labored major pain,
while we felt slighted .... 'er lack of sex, how dare they do abstain?
They truly are our equals now, so guy's let's all admit,
they always have been all along, because of gender split.
Just stop and think, what would you do, if all of them weren't here?
Imagine living Man to Man... My God, Good Grief, .... Oh Dear !!!!!!!!
COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
We...got colors 'an...I...got stains!
You...got 'niggas 'an...we...got brothers!
Streets...are dark but...yours...are lite!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
You...cheer...my numbers 'an...I vape...'co-caine!
You...cheer...my numbers 'an...I vape...'co-caine!
Streets...are dark but...yours...are lite!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
God's...a 'niggah 'an...we...got brothers!
God's...a 'niggah 'an...we...got brothers!
Colors...as stars...not 'co-caine!
Colors...as stars...not 'co-caine!
Colors...as stars...not 'co-caine!
We...got colors 'an...I...got stains!
You...got 'niggahs 'an...we...got brothers!
Streets...are dark but...yours...are lite!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
BRACING THERE WITH RIFLE IN HAND,
PREPARED NOW FOR HIS FINAL STAND,
SEEKING ONLY THE Promised Land,
HEROES UNITED MAN TO MAN.
Been married three times, - on the lookout for number four
If your hubby meets 'Miss Yo-Yo knickers' it may be outright war
She’s always up for some bedroom action
Like a bee finds a flower its a fatal attraction
Her leather jeans cover her pure white thighs
What lies in between them she never denies
Her purple negligee skims just above her waist
Men are quick to remove it with very great haste
Guys are dazzled by her outstanding beauty
She’s like Beyonce when she shakes her booty
Sadly like a butterfly she flits from man to man
Looking for passion wherever she can
But she can never be trusted to be faithful
If she meets your hubby it could be fatal
So Miss Yo-Yo knickers find someone who isn’t taken
Or his marriage vows may be forsaken
Jan Allison
16th May 2014
while shadow boxing
sometimes
i kept on
moving dancing and
a prancing
just bouncing
off the ropes
in my imagination and
suddenly i caught
my opponent shadow off guard
standing flat footed
so i use
the sweet science of boxing
with some
stiff jabs plus
some body shots
back up to the head
then the overhand right
that knocked
my shadow out cold
yeah ten feet off the ground
towards outer space
well
i just kept on dancing.
sticking and moving
popping the jabs with my gloves
weaving in and out
quick-lightning hand speed
toe-to-toe
man-to-man
the sweet science
inside the boxing ring
still, lives inside of me