Best Role Model Poems
A teacher in my life,
to whom I have never told a lie.
She is the messenger of god,
and is the role model for all.
She teaches me the lesson of discipline, correctness and forgiveness,
so that my life is full of happiness.
A teacher who is wise,
She cares for me and wears no disguise.
She reminds me of the moral values and responsibilities,
So that I am not addicted to some bad quality,
She sometimes gets angry on me,
but I don't feel bad of it,
because She is the book of knowledge for me.
She is diligent and smart,Having a loving heart,
She is a storehouse of knowledge,
And has a unlimited mileage,
She can work 24 hours of the day,
Without giving a braek to the way,
She is none other than my teacher-my role model.
Would that I could be a star
an athlete with great fame renown
to sink a ball into a hoop
or smack a ball with a wooden bat
and carry a ball across a field
where the measure of man
is contractual gain
even though I must play in the rain
a role model for the common youth
even though I am uncouth
I may shoot a man
abuse a woman
commit adultery when I can
I can box very well
and beat someone without a care
and if that doesn't work
I’ll bite off an ear
I must practice each day to make the win
and after the game, let the fun begin
excellent drugs, let freedom ring!
ah, would that I could be a star
an athlete with great fame renown
I just sign here and here’s my goal
all I do is sell my soul
© Ralph Sergi
When I was called little brother,
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.
What about the Grey?
Only a few would about the grey;
Enquire.
Even fewer,
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,
Is grey the divider?
What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation,
A barrier.
In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!
The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!
Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;;
Will be eaten as sacrements.
For continual human growth within,
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;;
Planted into our mother,
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.
We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,
But what is natural beauty?
What is beauty?
Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,
In essence;
Culturally cultural.
Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee.
The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.
Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.
Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.
Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.
Who said my role model had to be black;
Who said she'd have to be like this or this is the way she should act.
Who put it in my head that my role model would have no faults;
Or that she should be put on a pedestal.....she would be safer in a vault.
What my mom told me and I do agree;
Is that my role model would exalt the best in me.
She could go through the storms of life and hold on to her faith;
She wouldn't have any special powers, she would seek the Lord's face.
She could confront tragic issues, and handle them with grace;
She would seek a higher calling, and wait patiently in her place.
She would have a concern for people and reach out to that need,
She would do it no matter what color, religion or creed.
She would put forth her best effort when she was on the job,
She never considered a task beneath her or anything too hard.
She would be positive and prayerful, and also watchful and careful.
She would have tact and have mercy; and avoid controversy.
As much as possible, she would live peaceably with all men;
She would resist the devil and he would flee, she'd avoid his agent sin.
It may seem like I am exalting her or lifting her too high,
But she is a Christian woman and the Lord she does not deny.
So when you read this poem, it is really a little story;
It is not her I am exalting, but to God be the glory.
She is a friend who listens and has a deep concern;
I have worked with her for many years and these things I have learned.
Now you may be curious as to who this woman is,
She is a friend who has occasionally wiped away my tears.
She only finished high school, but that did not hold her back;
And one other thing.....NO...she is not black!!
Dedicated to Frances White Barry & My mother Pearl Yant
Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .!
- if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: ,
momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee !
*Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis`
&& Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .!
"Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -
In his defense
Identical footprints
Which were never meant to be traced
Impressionable eyes
Often disguised
Longing to suffer a taste
Following the lead
Of his same seed
Mimics the brother he idols
Their fatal mistake
Discussed at the wake
Where torrential eyes were unbridled
The older offspring
Choked by the rings
Decades before the event
The shadows that passed
Wearing a mask
Escaped with the fortunes they'd spent
In memory of my brother: Stop Smoking
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
you can be
you must sse
your needs its a deed
for thoses who follow
BE A
ROLE MODEL
Their role model
Is the thieving
Politician mama
He fights poverty
By creating poverty
I met a stranger.
When I was born to this world
She thought me various things
And kept me clean and happy
As ever she could.
But I never knew who it was.
Days months years past by
And when I was a kid
I still met her.
I remember she was inquiring
Some fabulous questions.
One would be;
‘’Who drives the plane’’
And I would over and over reply
‘’Pilot.’’
I was been brought up there
And her effort to take over my path
Was brilliant.
Her scolding made me cry
Her slap made me hurt
It was all because of her pure love.
Days months years past by
And when I was a child
Yet Still I met her.
It was just like a dream wondering
Who she was.
Making me a great person
Was her main task
Though I did not realize during that stage.
Cleanliness of her is imaginable
Since I was dressed liked a princess.
‘’Chuti duwa’’ was my nick name
And I remember how she comes
Running home with wetness.
It was none other than that
To see me and kiss me.
Days months years past by
And when I was a teenage
Yet Still I met her.
It was her exact age to marry
Where she joined another family
Knowing how much it
Hurts me.
Rapidly departed to another state
Leaving me only the memories
That I had with her.
Hours days I wept is speechless
It was hard to tolerate.
But when will you come back?
At last;
She still belongs to me.
Because I knew who she was.
She had the superlative personality
And she was the person I love the most.
Hoping your love will guide
Me more and more.
She is simply known as ‘’ Puncha’’
Where I met at
Grandma’s tiny sweet house.
The energetic character
May you live along with my blessings
You are
My Hilarious Role Model!
Hillary, dear Hillary—where do we begin?
In your tale of deceit and corrupt political spin.
First lady, poor victim—
‘Vast Right Wing’ to blame,
A Chicago born, carpet bagging, New Yorker—how lame.
For over four decades, you ruthlessly fought,
Every virtuous ideal the forefathers sought.
With convictions as sound—as a lifeboat that sinks,
You’re a Chameleon, Hyena, a slithering snake,
who for votes flip flops often—just whatever it takes!
Stolen funds meant for Haiti, Clerical errors to blame,
at the foundation “helping po folks,” that bears your last name,
problem is—no one knows, where this ‘help’ can be seen.
while your net worth exponentially expands to obscene!
Fat chance ‘crooked Hillary,’ parts with the cash
from your “pay to play” system, illegal and brash.
Your condescension exceeds, what most tolerate,
like a child who needs spanking, or a belligerent inmate.
The fawning from media, won’t take you to task,
over emails, Benghazi, Russian Uranium—they won’t ask!
Liberals, dead voters, and criminals don’t care,
‘bout your pile of dead bodies, or ELITIST fanfare.
Just a history of coincidences—corpses intact,
and secret home email server, foreign governments hacked.
while two former presidents’ lies had your back!
You’re the Eva Perón of the United States,
Your red badge of courage—a life of mistakes
As queen of all feminists, their abortion namesake
Whose politically correct mantra remains,
WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?
While I may never be remembered as a trail maker,
I most assuredly mark the trails I follow.
Even when void of conscious effort,
As footprints indent wetted ground,
I leave tell tale signs of having been there.
The innocent may follow me because I'm trusted,
Some may follow out of love or respect,
Others, like gulls following a trawler,
Await some tidbit that I might cast aside.
But whatever the reason,
It behooves me to acknowledge,
That many are the eyes that scrutinize my every move
And perhaps, even though uninvited,
Unfamiliar names and faces,
Have taken temporary refuge in my shadow?
Now and again my heart tried to freeze
Until I behold the feet of the very best!
At the shoulder of the evening breeze
I quietly sort my wearied head to rest
As the nightingale which sings for speech
Swaggers home not to roost
But to stay between my upper arm's reach
Lending it's sonorous voice my joy to boost.
Oh Kate, immortalise me with your golden kiss
And I'll present you with fleets of ship from Tarshish!
Oh fair one, fairer than thousand morning stars
I'd wish for you than little Solomon's wish.
See now the mother of all beauties!
One look at her pretty face
Is worth more than a thousand elsewhere.
Her smile, as infectious as it is
Feels like showers of rain,
It's like countless open doors
That leaves me with this drunken slowness
And I stare, sometimes pulsing my video machine
While she thrills my obsessed eyes.
Kate, if I desire any river on this earth,
It's that in which your beauty flows like kindness
I'll only kneel down, put a bouquet in a paperboat
And let it sail free around the world
Announcing your presence in the manner of Queen Elizabeth
So that when almost my throat is parched
You would make an oasis through your breath.
The Role Model
Would that I could be a star
an athlete with fame renown
to sink a ball into a hoop
or smack a ball with a wooden bat
and carry a ball across a field
where the measure of man
is contractual gain
even though I must play in the rain
To be a role model
for the common youth
even though I am uncouth
I may shoot a man
abuse a woman
commit adultery when I can
I can box very well
and beat someone without a care
and if that doesn’t work
I’ll bite off an ear
I must practice each day to make the win
and after the game, let the fun begin
excellent drugs, let freedom ring!
ah, would that I could be a star
an athlete with fame renown
I just sign here and here’s my goal
all I do is sell my soul
November 27,2013
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WHEN I WAS 10 WE MOVED
I MET THE NEIGHBOR GIRL IRENE
SHE HAD A GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR
SHE WAS STRONG AND INDEPENDENT
QUALITIES ID COME TO APPRECIATE
WE ENTERTAINED EACH OTHER FOR MANY YEARS AND I LEARNED THE MOST ABOUT LIFE FROM
HER.HER HOUSE ALWAYS SMELLED OF SMOKE FROM THE WOOD HEAT,OR IT WOULD SMELL OF FRESH BAKED
GOODIES SHE OFTEN MADE FOR HER GUESTS.IRENE HAD LONG WHITE CASCADING HAIR SHE WOULD WIND
UP INTO A BUN.IRENE WAS MY CHUM AND MENTOR SHE WAS 78 WHEN WE MOVED THERE.HER DEAR SPIRIT
LIVED ON UNTIL 99 YEARS HAD PASSED
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