Best Mind Your Own Business Poems
He calls me "son"
come here, lets learn
it's easy, you can earn
I will teach you all I can
life is easy, it's fun
all you need is a span
of ecstasy and swan
I got a poke
on Facebook, it's a joke
seems to choke
it's serious, it's a mock
but I still rock
you are free to stalk
I just need no talk
am not stupid am fine
come, let's dine
I don't do wine
it's just in line
with my principles, they are mine
you seem so foolish
it's out of hand, it's prudish
you need to polish;
out the sissy and sheepish
character; you are childish
sir I got no chance
tell me about renaissance
all you need is a lance
if irritated, vamoose to France
there, you will have no glance
of this silly Brance
for your sake, am brilliant for once
blueprints on freelance
check out, you got chance
I want to be happy, I really am
what's behind my pen, my right arm
scripting down lines that keep me calm
all for the sake of being firm
I got no issues, I don't harm
something destroys me, I let it sting
putting my emotions to swing
going about like a ring
sorrow hits, it grows
it's too much, no one knows
if you are keen, it shows
pain oozing out of my pores
it's life, it's a course
all I do is hold on of course
enough for now, it's rare
I will buy you lunch, I care
only if you swear
to live your life, and don't dare
bring this topic to air
“Mind your own Business!!”
By:.Peter Neendoor
Darling child, borne
in lawful love
and born beloved,
comes of age, turns around,
and nonchalantly says,
“Mind your own business.”
Late nights and phone calls
a room a world in its own
align the inquiring youth
to zero - gravity possibilities;
and the internet's wide window
on the brave new world brings
a free spirit serenading love.
The parents ask, “what is this?”
“Mind your own business.”
They wait with love
and prayers for the child
to wake up and say
something more filial.
Will the precious son,
jailed for illegal drugs,
growl to the parents visiting,
“Mind your own business?”
Could dearest daughter, giving birth
to an accidental child
in unmentionable shame,
point to someone and say,
“That is the baby’s father?”
or still shout at her chaste mother,
“Mind your own business?.”
Some with copper
Some with silver
And obvious
Some with gold
This is how the world is mould
Achieving copper is bit easy;
Need some zeal for silver
And one with gold is sedulous.
Once I noticed judgement;
And by metal was so rustic.
So I complicate it,
By peeping in some hearts.
I started exploring wickeds,
But I found none;
And when I peep in own
I was the one with most.
I wonder about others;
How they judge by heart?
And then I light up;
Oh! The game of colours.
Then I made it peasy
By parting in few colours
Red and white and black were those;
Hey! Partiality has no scope.
People judge by love and hate
Are not so great
Astrologer may be fake;
Oops!! May I faint?
It was such an arduous situation,
So I quit up, thinking nonsense
And carry to mind my own business
Yeh! Don't get in that again...
~Judging someone is not our business. If we judge someone then we will definitely forget our motto of life because judging is one such thing that can add poisons.
"Mind your own business,' is good advice.
and besides, meddling is just not nice.
The flaws in others that you bemoan,
are reflections of some of your own.
Removing the beams in your own eye
will keep you busy until you die.
As you strive to overcome your flaws
You will find it to be a great cause.
During childhood, you experienced pain,
which is buried deep within your brain.
Unhealed pain shapes the way you behave,
resulting in habits that enslave.
As you age, childhood pain takes a toll.
Like a grey ghost, it torments your soul.
Self-medicating does not heal pain,
drugs and denial will dull your brain.
Mind your own business, confront your pain.
Face your hidden fears, start breaking chains.
Free yourself from the strain and the strife,
and gain from your pain a brand-new life.
In the garden of life, where diverse flowers bloom,
Don't let your gaze wander, to the plots that aren't your own.
Keep your eye on your plate, where your nourishment lies,
For in focusing on others, you'll miss your own prize.
The nosy parker's curse, is a path that's fraught with strife,
For in meddling with others, you'll lose your own life.
Their triumphs and failures, are not yours to claim,
So focus on your journey, and let others navigate their own game.
The winds of comparison, may whisper in your ear,
But don't be swayed by the triumphs, or the tears of others dear.
Your path is unique, your journey's yours alone,
So keep your eyes on your plate, where your growth is sown.
In the kitchen of life, where diverse dishes are made,
Don't be the chef who's tasting, from another's plate.
Savor your own flavors, and let others enjoy theirs,
For in focusing on your own, you'll find your own cheers.
The wise and discerning, know their own worth,
They don't compare or contrast, with others' birth.
They focus on their own, and let others do the same,
For in keeping their eye on their plate, they find their own fame.
So let go of the need, to know others' affairs,
And focus on your own, with all your cares.
For in keeping your eye on your plate, you'll find your own way,
And your path will unfold, in a brighter, more radiant day.