Best Responsibility Poems
They say he is there
Ensuring everything is fair
They say he takes care of us
Even when he's in rush
I asked then why don't he solve my miseries?
Why is he taking my test?
Why isn't he the reason of my merries?
Why is he treating me different from the rest?
I thought I am my responsibility
I have to work for myself
Maybe he forgot his responsibility
And is taking care of someone else
Then one day after a small success
I gave this a thought
He was always there for me to bless
He always gave me the best taught
He was always there for me
Whenever I was going right
He is a feeling that we can't see
But he is my almight
Take a moment,
stop and think.
If you're thirsty,
have a drink.
Slow the pace,
and settle down.
Decide if which,
to smile or frown.
It's up to you,
to make a choice.
To remain quiet,
or share your voice.
To be engaged,
reveal a thought.
Or walk away,
when you'd rather not.
Either way,
it's up to you.
You determine,
to say or do.
And for this right,
you'll surely see.
There is a great,
responsibility.
Today they believed the lies
the distorted truths… the accusations… and wrong-doing cries
the created fabrications which are easy to consume
conceptualizations and distortions… abundant and abloom.
Responsibility once assumed… but now rarely seen
reality now falsified… made convoluted… and obscene.
And the beat goes on….
as the mind is twisted
like that character… on Prodigal Son.
And while these false narratives appear
which the perpetrator wishes that all will embrace
the ego desperately asserts and manipulates
loyalty and trust is what it requires, and necessitates
but the soul is slaughtered… beaten… and no where to be found
and truth is tossed… lost… by perplexing theories which abound
while delusion….
leaves nothing but despair and mind confusion.
And life goes on….
the mind twisted
like that character… on Prodigal Son.
since when did you care about what your parents wanted,
their trembling hands clutching dusty photo albums,
dreams for you etched in whispers,
like the fine print on a warranty you never read.
smart, they said,
smart enough to untangle the wires,
but never the knots in your chest.
immortal—they wanted you invincible,
a timepiece that slowed down
only for holidays and funerals,
never noticing that your hours burned faster than theirs.
abstinence, they prayed,
as if purity were a shield
against the sharp teeth of the world,
but science taught you
the chemistry of craving,
the physics of loneliness,
the biology of need.
they wanted you science-oriented,
but you learned to dissect their dreams,
and the heart, you found,
was just another organ
pumping blood
into someone else's expectations.
So since when did you care?
you don't.
you never did.
broke and trying to raise two kid's
before age twenty.
You have a right to speak your mind freely,
and express what’s important to you,
you have a duty to make your words sincere,
and do what you must to speak the truth.
Also to protect those who would speak out,
even if with them you do not agree,
because if you try to silence them
then you’re a hand-maiden of tyranny.
You have a right to worship what you will,
to believe the dictates of your conscience,
and not to let this be taken by folks
who claim that your morals only offend.
To never spread what you are thinking
by resorting to harsh methods of force,
and to resist those who would do it to you,
live-and-let-live, as a matter of course.
You have a right to assemble, protest,
to demand redress for the powerful,
to remember no right is optional,
but those in government do wish to full,
and that your protest must respect others,
since they also have a claim to this right,
and should the oppression continue on,
you may have a duty to go and fight.
You have a right to keep and bear weapons,
to defend your life with great lethality,
you have a duty to own a weapon,
to understand it’s use in entirety,
to never us it unless there is no choice,
since a weapon only has one purpose,
to know when to use it, and if that time comes
to understand what happens when you miss.
You have a right to possess property,
to control all the fruits of your labor,
and a duty to respect the hard work
shown by the property of your neighbor.
To not let the success others have earned
drive you to a covetous jealousy,
to understand that all civilization
is based on people using their property...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
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AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on September 6, 2020
On Personal Responsibility
By Elton Camp
When Godzilla rises from the sea
In mortal danger, Tokyo will be
Because he is so filled with rage
He goes on a destructive rampage
He brings violence to them all
Mighty skyscrapers will fall
People stomped under his feet
Even armies he is able to defeat
Godzilla wishes that some man
His problem could understand
With terror he’s forced to reign
Due to inward, gnawing pain
Poor Godzilla was neglected as a child
Dad lizard’s negligence makes him wild
Thus, periodically he must gain relief
Even if it brings many others to grief
Society, as a whole, should feel shame
For his actions, others are to blame
For the Boston bomber it's the same
Show him mercy is the lawyer's claim
The things he did weren't okay
But others sent him on that way
Stay in front
Bear the brunt
Santa’s Responsibility Rap
Loch David Crane
July 2, 2006
Santa's jolly all year long
he’s such a happy soul;
but if ya ever cross him
he’ll put you in a hole.
Santa’s very red and white
he knows who's good and bad.
His character assessment
shows us what a life you’ve had.
So obey your Mums and Daddies
and the helpful officers too
then we can jail the bad guys
and help each other through.
We write laws to protect us all,
both powerful and least;
treat others as you treat yourself,
respecting all, is best.
But if you sass your Daddy,
or the officer ignore,
expect a swat upon your rump
or SWAT outside your door.
Ol' Santa reads the crime reports
on a computer he refused
to deliver to a bad boy
whose trust had been abused.
He's read your blog on Facebook
and he knows what's in your heart:
so "you better be good for goodness’ sake"
or your gifts will all depart.
Santa doesn't like bad boys
or messes on the floor.
He doesn't have to forgive you
and he doesn't have to bring more.
For Santa reflects what you give to others
and whom you choose to be;
because only a pleasant person
gets dreams beneath his tree.
A loud, or stubborn, or spoiled child
sees an empty cactus tree;
a helpful, cheerful, giving kid
is a joy that Santa sees.
You must think as much of others
as you do just for yourself
if you want to see those goodies
coming towards you off the shelf.
'Cause Santa isn't Jesus,
that's why he keeps a list
of happy little readers
and those in whom he's disappointed.
Santa doesn't love you all
or listen when you pray--
just good behavior is the key
for toys on Xmas day.
"What's the X in Xmas?"
trembling little voices cry.
X is an unknown value
until you steal or lie.
For Santa isn't Jesus,
he's an atheist you see –
he dispenses voluntary gifts
underneath his pagan tree.
He doesn't owe you anything,
his gifts are from the heart..
He judges your behavior
and each year is a new start.
As you behave, so shall you be
rewarded by St. Nick;
but if you're bad the year before
then coal will be his trick.
What goes around comes back around
and what was old is new;
When you give respect to others
it returns increased to you.
We have the right to freedom of speech and expression,
But we have NOT the right to use them for transgression.
A right is a privilege to be respected every time we use
And not as a platform to others, harass, insult, abuse.
So many are quick to claim their right to freedom of speech,
But don't give a second thought to how the right, they breach.
If one exercises their rights, they have also an obligation,
To use the rights responsibly, with respect and consideration.
We all don't have to the same, believe, think, like, or live,
But it's all of our duties to respect towards others, give.
If one uses their rights to antagonise, bully, or spread hatred,
They're abusing their rights and should have them confiscated.
If one cannot respect their rights, use them responsibly,
They don't deserve to have them, to abuse them liberally.
Disrespecting our rights is dishonouring those who gave,
Who sacrificed their lives, to our rights and freedoms, save.
So, if you're one of those who's disrespectful, with no class,
Who chooses to use your rights to bully, bash, harass,
Remember who/what you desecrate is despicable, at best;
A reflection of yourself; from others, likewise you request.
I say this to anyone who elects to abuse a right,
"Why don't YOU strap on combat boots and fight;
Put YOUR life on the line, a place of living hell,
And see how YOU would like then, disrespect as well."
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-05-21 14:46:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
I Take Responsibility:
You gave me many choices today:
Walk away or stand and fight; I chose the warrior's way.
To sit and listen or raise my voice; And louder I became..
Be at center or be in chaos; I spun out of control..
Sing your praise or a war chant; I dug my trenches low..
To learn from actions or to react; I chose to leave my mark.
To see with gratitude or blinded by anger; I was in the dark.
To create harmony or disturb my own; Not a tear would I shed..
To see through wisdom or through pain; And I saw only red.
To walk in beauty or cast a shadow; I became as night.
To feel connected to your wings; Instead I took a solo flight.
To learn new ways or repeat the old; It all circled back around.
To exercise patience or frustration; But I was too unwound.
To walk your road or blaze my own; With fiery gusts I ran.
To waste this day or make it count; Too fast the night began.
Now the day is done and time is gone; Before it's very end.
I feel remorse for my bad choice; May I make amends.
Darlene Doll Smith
love is the spell your under
when you give your heart and mind
it sometimes last a little while
and for some it last a life time
responsabilities to care for
obligations to pay for
always fighting just like war
take away the joys
burdens have been carried for years and years
sleepless night because of our fears
it's inescapable when things are shared
the unforgiven things you did
loyalty that lasted fifty years
the trust that grew when things were through
the reason to wake and live another day
the oneness of mind that comes with age
I never told you what to do
I've never judged a thing about you
I know who it is I fell in love with
Flaws and all, you're the one I accepted
Why, then, did you feel the need to to lie?
I have three rules, don't hit, don't steal, don't lie to me
You broke the lying and stealing outright
I gave you a second chance
I tried so hard to understand
You say it's because you're addicted to drugs
I already knew that about you
I went to family rehab with you and heard the lies you
told
I'm supposed to act like it's nothing?
You told them the reason you're an addict, everyone has
one,
Is because you were molested as a child once
If that's a reason, I'd be lost in that world, gone
You took my past, betrayed me, condensed it, made it yours
Stole all my trust
You're addicted because you did drugs to run
You ran and ran til your body and mind said
I need this more than anything else.
The past can't cause addiction.
People with no trauma become addicts too
I have a past from hell and I made it through
You make the best of what you go through
And you become the best with what you've got
Once I thought you were my beloved. Turns out you were just another fool
yuck that one again
isn't it supposed to get
easier as I _________.
* angel card # 8
Crime is a real problem in Jamaica
Hundreds are dead, there's no solution to the problem
Even the police are giving up ...the police commissioner has resigned ...sir trust me, no one man can solve this problem...you did your best
In the meantime, we are still counting bodies
We hear the cries but ...no solutions
We only can call on God now
The problem started long before our time, when garrison politics was the order of the day
Few are educated
No real opportunities
The big man distributing guns in the inner city
Young men smoking weed on the corner
Pregnant teenagers
Women selling themselves for a few dollars
No father in the house and our men still believe they should have" gal in a bungle "
Where is the church in all of this? busy talking about the cover of a phone book and nothing on crime ...seriously
We can't win the war on crime until we win the war in the family, we need real role models, we need real men …yes MEN
The truth is until we start teaching our men to be responsible we will never win the war on crime
until it's at our front door before we get serious
When our women stop washing bloody clothing for their gun men son and mate
Yes, we all need to stop accepting bull **** before all this will end
Until then we will continue to count bodies, when will it end, when the society start taking responsibility