Best Man Up Poems
I met a little man up on The Green
On New Year’s Eve, and he was two foot two
With quite the reddest nose I’ve ever seen
And eyes as bright as summer skies are blue
‘What brings you here?’ I said. He laughed and lit
A pipe, inhaled a lot and blew a cloud
Of smoke that drifted up where pigeons sit
Up high between the Christmas Lights. ‘I’m proud
To say that I’m a Moonraker’ he said
‘And every New Year’s Eve I come and chat
To ducks, and to the drunks, and to the dead
And listen to the bells. Look, there’s a bat!’
I looked and so there was. ‘You’re very small’
I said. ‘Aye, so I am’ he said, ‘but wise
And being small means not so far to fall’
He winked at me. A twinkle in his eyes
Danced like a firefly. ‘And very old’
I said. ‘Aye, that as well’ he said, ‘but not
So old and bitter that my heart is cold’
He offered me his hip flask. ‘Have a tot’
‘I don’t’ I said, ‘but thank you.’ ‘Look, a cheese!’
He pointed. ‘In the water!’ ‘Isn’t that
The moon?’ I said. He laughed. A little breeze
Danced light across the Crammer and his hat
Fell off. He didn’t care. We watched it sink
Together as he sank another dram
Of moonshine. ‘Sure you didn’t want a drink?’
‘As eggs is eggs’ I said, ‘although I am
A little curious.’ ‘You wonder why
I’m here?’ ‘I do.’ ‘One question’s all you get’
‘One question?’ ‘Yes. Like why do people die
Why birds at all, or why is water wet?’
I asked him about twenty twenty one
He thought a moment. ‘Doesn’t do to be
Too curious’ he said. ‘Beneath the sun
Is nothing new. You’ll have to wait and see’
‘That’s it?’ ‘It is’ he chuckled. Midnight struck
St. James’s bells, and ‘Look!’ and then a swan
Did swim across the moon and then, ‘Good luck!’
He cried, and in a puff of smoke, was gone
I sat there for a bit. A little weird
But then it is Devizes. Nothing new
He came along, and then he disappeared
As all the years are predisposed to do
Then I went home to bed. And when I woke
The sun was up, I made a cup of tea
And wrote down every word that he had spoke
‘Is nothing new. You’ll have to wait and see...’
© Gail Foster 30th December 2020
Prostate cancer isn't funny...
It’s just a blood test, no-one sticks
Their finger up your bum
You may not care about yourself
But what about your Mum
Your kids, your girlfriend, mates
Your mistress, and your wife?
Man up, and get it tested
Save a life
It’s just a blood test, just a little prick
You won’t be a hot lover when you’re sick
So shut your eyes, and hold your manly breath
For life and health are sexier than death
© Gail Foster 13th September 2016
Man Up..
Man up
Have convictions
Have concerns
Man Up
What have you learned
No time to bluff
It's getting rough
The things you do
Are not enough
Man Up
You have the ties
With convictions
You can rely
No need for you
To wish
To yearn
Validate
What you have learned
It takes more
Than body strong
Man up the mind
You can't go wrong
Man Up
04/01/15
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man up all the way up
i've held other peoples burden
and not at once
i showed signs of hurting
until there was you
my window was open
then some how i close curtains
alone alone
thats what i'm deserving
alone alone
but some how it's love i'm serving
been kick been stomp
gave a cold shoulder
still when music come on my head bop
been push been pulled
but not at all dropped
left alone left weary
dreams confine the space
i fill in life
my love is tough
no matter how sharp is your nife
you
can't cut me
but some how
you pic my lock
and made me feel so lovely.
when my friends in trouble
i'm the first they call
but when i'm in trouble the lord i call
so my only friend is 6 feet
so you can sense that theres more then just
a broken heart that's man up
instead of robbing i gave
in stead of living i saved
and i answer my only craved
so there for i'm more man then
reality can ever afford.
so Recognize the God in me.
every other nite i'm
alone
even when i write
myheart
selects the words to
the poem
my moms tell me,i'm
acting
like my pops when i
didn't even
know him.
my feelings throw rays
of affections. and i
just show em
who knows i can be right,
and you
you can be wrong. well
i'mma let
you know that i'm moving
on
and in the future we
both will come
to find out what it
beholds.
High above a small Road called Sugar Hollow, a towering rock loomed in the distance it had brought the small town sorrow. The rock had fallen from another Mountain above it. A tale that had grown for all to love it. It had rolled down the bank and made its permanent residence above the small Hollow. Rumor, had it that it had fallen over 200 years ago, during a Horrific mudslide, common in Kentucky. The thick mud was mixed with clay, giving it a dirty Orange Look all would say. Sugar Hollow was the narrowest hollow that one may see. It looked as if it was carved in the middle of two enormous Mountains Perfectly. It was nestled sweet in between the Mountains. Not many people could even walk around it. Rumors circulated the small community. A tale that had grown for you and me. It was said that some type of mutated Creature. Decided to live and become a screechier, For all of those that walked the trail. He was said live inside the Indian rock, deep inside the dark cave. Some had swore they would be made his slave. It was said to have been part human, and part Wolf man beginning the wild story. Only one had survived, Or was it all lies. They had stood face to face with the grizzly type creature. And it was said that he spoke, “that he would eat ya.” Rumors said to have stood over 12 feet tall, and hair that was so long all would fall, he stood with enormous teeth that would clamp down on its prey and put all to sleep. The Legend had been passed down from the small hillbilly Community. Some had named him, and said he was some type of hermit type man. Who grew his beard, so long that he resembles some type of wild man. Possibly mixed with some type of wolf man. Many had traveled the path towards the Wolf like creature. They had claimed they would prove the Legend fact. Some would tremble at the thought of the creatures large teeth. Would they ever be able to put the Wolf man Legend to an end.
Protect me from hurt
Shield me from the world's pressures
Guide me cautiously
Sometimes it hard to let go on some things.
There is no shame in that.
But the fact is you just have to look past it if it happens.
It makes you feel better.
It makes you look past the closed door and move forward.
You feel stronger within yourself.
But holding on to those thought and scene is like a heavy burden holding you down and dragging backward.
Anger don’t hurt anybody infarct it does more damage to you yourself.
You have to look pass it or maybe crate a monster in the process.
No matter how much it hurts or she hurts, you have to forget it.
Don’t think about it in excess.
My advice is move on, two wrongs don’t make it Wright.
I know you might look like a fool, your pride seem smashed.
But it still not Wright to go around with a burden.
She might not come around with an apology note or a sorry face.
Just be the man and show her you are not broken.
He was spotted by an A.T.V. rider.
The rider phoned emergency services.
The services scrambled to reach the spot
where the spotter spotted the man up a tree.
Meanwhile the press were alerted.
Press trucks raced to the spot where
the man and tree were spotted.
When all were gathered under the tree
incongruous notes struck home.
The man was well dressed in a dark suit,
white shirt and tie.
His shoes were expensive town footwear.
These incongruous notes sparked much controversy,
especially as he appeared to be slowly eating
a sandwich.
Those gathered under the tree
debated the kind of sandwich,
eventually the consensus of opinion
settled on an egg sandwich.
A cop grabbed a megaphone.
“You there, what are you doing up a tree?”
“Nothing.” Said the man up a tree.
The cop was stumped for a moment.
“Is this your tree?” The cop shouted.
“Is it yours?” Said the man up a tree.
The cop was stumped,
it was not in a garden or National Park,
it was just a tree.
“You coming down soon?" Asked a fire-fighter.
The press closed in expecting great footage.
“Nope” Said the guy up the tree.
There was a lot of disappointment
among the throng.
“F... it.” Said the shrugging cop.
The press trucks and the guy on the A.T.V.
raced away to be somewhere else.
I Need to MAN Up And Love Myself
I'm just like a book on a bookshelf,
Haven't been read in a while
It's like I'm living in a state of defilement
It's dusty, who's been treated unjustly
So I turn and see a pristine book on the shelf
And that book is all about Love
And I say "Love open up"
I look in for a closeup
I felt the urge to put my feelings in writing
I really feel our connection is tightening
My dear beloved
I really feel my life did just start
I would rather have you than a million bucks
You are like a white swan amidst ordinary ducks
I think we are the perfect match
For you, I am willing to stretch
You mean so much to me
With you, I really feel free
Eternal bliss is where I'm bound
Near you, everything is sound
This Self-Love is for you, I hope you will like it
Because loving you, I will never quit
This poem has come to an end
Remember that, without you, my heart feels bent