Best Responsibilities Poems
A three year old dreamy child
lying down beside his dad
at night on the open terrace
eyes wide open gazing at the sky
asked him the following question:
"Dad what are those bright white speckles above?"
"They are stars", dad replied.
"Will they fall down on me?"
"No. They will not".
"They are so bright and shiny. I wish to go up there and play with them".
Dad laughed at his little one's innocence and said:
"My dear, they are huge glowing balls of gases in the universe. Our sun is also a star. There are trillions of stars in the universe".
The child was silent for some time.
He stared gape-mouthed at the
black canvas of the night sky
sprinkled with silvery dots
guided by the glorious full moon
for some time and asked his dad:
"Do they have names?"
"Yes. Some have names we give to them but most of them do not"
"Is there a star in my name?", the child asked with sparkling eyes.
His dad replied:
"If you grow up to shine bright to eliminate the darkness of ignorance..."
"If you share your love impartial to all, just like the stars sharing their energy..."
"If you are steadfast in carrying out your responsibilities to make the world a better place..."
"Then there sure will be a Star in your Name!"
The child gave a bright smile as if
satisfied with his dad's answer.
Date: 11/11/2020
Submitted for 'There Is A Star With My Name On It Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by: Silent One
Second Place
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Bumblebees visit Lamb's Ear
Love has surely brought them here
Workers are helping mother
Feed all grubs pupae
Contest:Flowers, Trees, Grass, Bees
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Choice: Bumblebees
the boss should listen
acknowledge and respect everyone
show integrity and fairness
not show favoritism
so he can retain workers
Responsibilities Are Avoided
Of many fact, we may lose site
What you should do is to write
About items we are not aware
But for must be sure to care.
Supreme Court Appointment comes to mind
Process to go through so we can find
A person with appellate background
And around axle will never get wound.
Sets example to follow start to seek
Who day in and day out week after week
With great knowledge that does expand
Needed and necessary to run this land.
Maybe my many poems things will lack
Have errors and are not precise or exact
So while my coffee desires to percolate
Hopefully, you this poem will motivate.
James Thomas Horn,
Retired Veteran, Poet and Soothsayer
PS.
So a poem pull out or will you pass
Surely put off and tend to procraste
Things not cleaned end up corroded
Happens when responsibilities are avoided.
Take Responsibility
The defining point of bearing and taking responsibility is incidentally the very moment of achieving and delivering a proven result.
You can be respected, you can be celebrated, you can be the point of focus at any time and at anywhere. All you need to do is to be purposefully purposed to take responsibilities for results.
A result focus activity is a way of productive thinking.
When you have finally decided never to blame nor accuse anyone,
When you come to the point of realization of what to do to make things, situations or issues better,
When you have chosen to open up the windows of your mind and throw out all excuses,
Then, results will follow.
Your result will automatically neutralize all insults. Result is the end of all arguments and only a man of little knowledge doubt proofs.
I know you are trying your very best, it's either you overcome or you get overwhelmed.
I know you have made several calls to the customers but without sales there will be no result.
I know you have attended the lectures and the class but without a graded result to show, it's a waste.
I know you have stayed on diet but without a corresponding loss of weight or staying healthy, it will be mere activities.
There are many books to read, many lecturers to listen to and great number of sermon to hear but above all, it is results that count.
Not what you had read
Not where you work,worked or schooled
Not how much more you had tried
Not even your lineage or your entitled background
What really, truly matter is result.
Results attract. People listen and camp under the people with proven results.
Result is a big deal. It separates the lead and the leader.
Therefore do everything legitimate to deliver result.
Happy Sunday ??????
Responsibilities
like a necklaces
on our necks
is no longer a stranger
like the shoes we wear
is no more new
like the clothes
on our bodies
we always need to
cover our necked ness
of responsibilities
in the world of
work and bills
in a society
with loads of deceit
it never ends
responsibilities
in every third world
countries is
like the clock on the wall
it always a reminder
like a boss it controls
our world
we are trapped in a
deep well of responsibilities
with it sharp objects
of hardship
on it walls
it always cracks our
efforts
it always tear down
our dreams
a very dangerous well
a well full of trials and error
responsibilities
we own a lot responsibilities
on our shoulders
at our feet are a lot circumstances
and our hands are empty
despite our minds are willing
to take what ever it cost
just to survive
yet we got no satisfaction
so we still got to hope
on every tomorrow
in the time when we stand
alone with no support
in the time when we fight
for our survival with out
our leaders help
we got no choose
like a situation of
do or die despite
no adequate provision
of sustainable source of
basic needs in our country
what a hard situation
yet home and abroad
we still keep keeping
up to our
responsibilities
The moment of survival
In life,
If the geography of the journey has been seen, then
The heart will breaks in pieces on happiness
The joy of moving- the galaxy of destination
imaginations / dreams
+
On the go
If the way is seen
the environment becomes glorious
in the speed of walking and the rhythm of the road
a nice musical performance of the footsteps and the path,
+
Moving ahead
If one's feet finds a place to put
Just look!
excellent
Accident less
Safe journey,
+
While stepping up
if chances of the footprints are estimated:
guess what !
may go crazy, yes crazy, can have dream, that
There is a future
+
On the go
If there is an impression of land,
only close somewhere or the fragrance of the soil
the heart stops!
=
but,
In the course of life, if
there is only you, no steps
there are senses, no feelings,
then, impatience life, it trembles
life is in the dark Journey
life is in the black whole
THE DIS ADVANTAGE OF BEING UNFAVORED
IN THE EYES OF HER FRIENDS
MIGHT CAUSE YOU TO RETHINK YOUR STRATEGY
THE INFLUENCE OF OTHERS MIGHT MAKE HER TO PUT HER FAITH
IN THOSE WHO WISH TO SEPARATE YOU TWO
FINDING COMMON GROUND MIGHT MEAN
DOING SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE DOING
THEN YOU MIGHT LASH OUT AGAINST THAT SOMEONE
BECAUSE THE RESULTS DIDN'T
TURNOUT AS YOU PLANNED OR WISHED
WHICH HURTS HEAL TO BRING ON ANOTHER
MY THE SORES OF NEEDING MAKE ME WISER AGAINST
BEING HURT AGAIN
MIGHT THIS MAKE ME WISE IN DOING SO
What would it take
to understand
a right to life
includes a right to choose well-being
or failure
for one's internal identities,
organs,
organisms?
AND
A right to choose
self-embodied empowerment,
health,
is a right to life redemptive choice
over deadening felt loss
of continuous healthy lifetime,
now present
and on through long-term future identities,
Vocations of sacred being wealth
of identity's integrity,
rooted in EarthTribe experiences,
memories collapsed from all past life-streams.
Perhaps if we reduced abortion charges
rhetoric
from self-righteous indignation against "Murderers"
to a form of relentlessly catastrophic manslaughter
no child of capitalism has not known
at least in lack of active co-investing intention,
passion to open a dialogue door
toward win/win complexly inter-connected solidarity
rediscovered within healing discernment
about who is responsible for choosing this win/lose slaughter
and who is not responsible
for lack of win/win options.
Should we actually find
at least some One innocent enough
to cast the last win/lose might makes right
evolutionary stone
aimed against the rest of us
for massive lack of win/win hope-inspiring integrity
That iconic One
radically free from transparently disvaluing vulnerable lives
and toxic choices
to slaughter part of our sacredly connected selves
Free for listening to our own shared experience
of this interdependent Earth life web,
Longing for more resilient
sure
buoyant healthy,
co-relational, without cancerous mutiny,
co-creation
liberating Earth life for slow-growing ever deeper
interdependent win/win choice,
Wherever
and whenever EarthTribe will listen to loss and gain
freedom and pain
internal yet multicultural GoldenRule voices
against throwing stones
against cooperative-intended health care
as if we and they both mattered;
Mother and child,
EarthMother and naked
vulnerable
divinely humanizing children
reborn into Earth's continuing potential
for unfragmented Paradise.
Bumbled bumble bumble bee
flew from bloom to bloom,
busy-busy-a-buzzing-buzzy-busy
Heard by flowers
from here to there, a-mumbling to himself...
saying… no-not-right, no-not-this-one, no-no-not-good.
Until finally touching down
on daisy's yellow landing pad
for the gathering
of his day harvest.
As so be for me busy
all a-buzzing all the day,
programmed for mindless tasks
of mute survival
of all that
‘must-do doing’
‘I just-have-to…’
all that buzzing work
for to gather
all the must-haves
for my day harvest.
Where take I this little fortune
Upon the measures of my obligations
To fight my self problematic battle
and cater for and feed my little nation
Though the sun wakes to find me alive
but only to add more to my daily cries
Silently do I endure this pains
that leaves sorrow upon my heart a stain
How hard on this ocean that I may float
with the elegy in a mans throat
O death , O life
so sweet so bitter
O children , O wife
upon my heavy shoulders
Where take I this little wealth of mine
That I shall provide for my daughters and sons
for everyday I wake with jars devoid of wine
as the morning accost me with the ugly sun
Long have I lived to wake with tears
with poverty and little fares
It's bitterness to wake with such shame
that made each day seems the same
Where beneath this heaven can I cope
With the elegy in a mans throat
O death , O life
so sweet so bitter
O children , O wife
upon my heavy shoulders
Form:
The late night sleep,
Spent my days with the phone in my hand,
And a pair of speakers in my ears
Doesn't defines me.
All day with phone in my hands,
Songs played from the list and,
The energy I receive,
That defines me.
The words I speak,
With the aggression people give,
For a minute or more,
Doesn't defines me.
The aggression people give,
The way I act as them around me,
The way I love,
That defines me.
The way I roam,
With no wants of my own,
But the responsibilities I carry,
Doesn't defines me.
With wants of my own,
Not careless but carefree,
The satisfaction shown,
That defines me.
The person people choose,
Me to be,
The way they take me,
As granted or luck,
Doesn't defines me.
The way I take them,
Eyes of hater,
Or the ships to take care ignoring how tough
That defines me.
duty itself is reward if performed
first prize if done perfectly
second prize if done with due care
third prize if done with reasonable care
Gold medal if done with devotional heart
lucky members of the world get responsibilities
to do something on behalf of God
In theory,
time fits
what remains
for me
to do
into what
time remains
for me
to be
Form:
From paper bags to plastic bags
From manual cars to automatic cars
From telephones to handphones
But in the political world
The world stays stagnant
For just a split second
The youngsters who are the future hosts
Never take concern
And emerge to take over any responsibilities
We see oldies who are leaving sooner or later
Taking concern of everything
The youngsters still got many years to go
Sure they aren't willing to face
A future world of chaos and poverty