Best Self Talk Poems
A man of wry wit
Wrote his own obit
He said,
I'm dead,
That's the end of it
Thousand thoughts rummage the grey fluff.
Gloomy, godawful voices thump in self-talk
"I'm an idiot, a loser,...... it's all my fault".
Autopsies of the past, tear my flesh,
Regrets of a decade, devour my heart.
Rant of betrayals suffocate my breath.
Capricious sentiments egg me to a wreck.
Loud conch shells stalk me in heavy weight.
I sink in the abyss of "What'll people think?,"
I wish I could not hear what my mind says.
Isn't that echo the shadow of my sound ?
With a mind of steel, the Ventriloquist vowed,
I'll flash away that swampy dummy puppet..
I'll end the endless sabotage of that parrot..
It's my journey, .. my thoughts, ..my dreams.
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Crazy
Kooky
Silly
Charming
Fabulous fantastical maker
Seated on self-discovery throne
In my head is a little green monster who wants to put me down.
He has a pointed purple tail, and he wears an angry frown.
He says such mean things to me, he used to keep me mad and sad.
Now when he starts up, I barely hear him, and this is rather rad.
He used to call me loser, tell me I was not so good.
He used to put down my choices, and called me mean words like “a hood”.
He used to tell me I would always come in last in every kind of race.
I heard him in my cocoa, my math class, and every other place.
He was an uninvited monster, and he ruled me long and hard.
He was aggressive, and mean, made my life feel like a chard.
I stopped listening to him, when I became a baby child’s mother.
I knew I had to throw him out, so I did, in which way and another.
He kept creeping back into my mind, whispering stupid, mean stuff.
I had to get vicious with him; I threw him out, and frankly, I was tough.
Finally, I told him he could stay, but only if he was willing to change.
Now he is my advocate, and my friend, for we are both deranged.
Failure is a funny old thing
All of your worst fears take to wing
Lies you have told yourself more than once
Leak right into your brain, like a sponge
Intelligent though you may be
Never a light in the tunnel you'll see
Giving up or just giving in
Always seems easier when
People you meet won't be kind
Always bringing the worst to your mind
Recalling the beast you have been
Telling and retelling you of your every sin.
Silly Self-Talk
I had a conversation with myself, as many of us often do,
I asked myself a question, and expected an answer too.
Did you ever take time out, to let your imagination run wild?
As you walked in the sand, bucket in hand like an innocent young child.
Did you ever stop to wonder, what you would do?
If you looked outside, the sky was green and all the grass was blue.
Did you ever say to yourself, if not now, then when?
As you stood pool side and pondered, jumping into the deep end.
No, I never stopped to think what, when, where, why or how!
I just ran around in circles, trying to lasso a spotted cow.
Written By: Sarita A Milliner © 2/12/15
(Dedication: For my son Michael Zachary)
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Aid your appeal with easy wit;
Welcome the pun that comes to heal;
Air sure reveal in worthwhile fit;
Raise cheery fun to fund goodwill;
Enter each feel with loving bits.
Seize moment's prime to dwell right now;
Embrace all things that happen here;
Love beyond crime what love endows;
Faith ever sings with sanguine cheer.
Trust in your heart to wear firm mind;
Ask to be free to sing and play;
Live love you art with happy finds;
Keep joy you see through night and day.
Sing sacred psalms that inspire heart;
Live your passion in lovely work;
Enjoin and come to know soul parts;
Enjoy fine action in fling and jerk;
Prize feisty sums that fashion art.
Weave sheer magic in path sans hate;
Align your tears with pain that strains;
Live dynamic beyond mere fate;
Keep faith not fear through loss and gain.
Ask for clear quest to shine a light;
Walk to the edge to venture far;
Apply pure zest to guide your sight;
Keep count dear sage of blazing stars;
Endow your best to sparkle flight.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2014
Singapore
Today is the day
To get things done
Come on girl
I know you have it in you
Roll your sleeves up
There's dishes to be washed
And laundry to be spun
There's checks to be written
And groceries to be picked up
Your hairs all matted
And oh my god!
You look like an episode
of the walking dead
Sew back on your skin
And walk straight
for god's sake
And put on some makeup
You can't look a fright
When your fighting
For your right
To move on and heal
Come on girl
I know you have it in you
Go through your closet
Pick out your favorite outfit
And a matching pair of high heels
Girls work best
When they feel their sexiest
Come on girl
I know you have it in you
Slip into some bubbles
And get all washed up
While singing your
freeing songs
adding drums and percussions
Come on girl
I know you have it in you
Roll your sleeves up
And let's get to
this work of
getting things done
May you explore the world outside
and learn to relax outside of your comfort zone
Step to the beat of a different drum
Never neglect to share a smile with a stranger...
Work on your attitude , it will open many doors and windows
Be aware of who you allow to grasp your heart
You cannot love without trust
Never give up on your dreams...destiny is calling
Be quicker at listening than speaking
What is YOUR potential ?
What are YOU capable of ?
Are you meeting the expectations set before you?
Seek peace like you seek your desires
For years I've been collecting my thoughts just to expose them...
At the right moment
Pick it up...pick it up...pick it up...
Pick it up...
Just to drop it!
Saxophone trumpet blast waiting on it's time to blow
A prisoner with a release date
Waiting on my time to go...
Form:
Heed the pure feed
Of wants and needs
Note how touch feels
Fond ooze that heals
Keep peace of mind
With truth you find
Know in your heart
How love moves start
In self-talk poise
Heed heart's sure voice
Leon Enriquez
22 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Hold me down, then watch me rage.
Hold me back, I'll disengage.
Control me, and I'll just rebel.
Challenge me, I will excel.
Simplify me, but I'm complicated.
Fitting in is overrated.
You can't limit me with your low expectations.
My confidence matches my high aspirations.
I'll stand out despite your suppression.
I can't blend in. I am the exception.
Knock me down and leave me with bruises.
I'll rebound from your senseless abuses.
Kick up dirt, but I'm used to the mess.
I'll close my eyes and get undressed.
When the dust settles, stay composed.
I'm untarnished, and I'm fully exposed.
Trapped like a fish in a simple fish bowl,
Unable to break out to be free,
Unable to escape the abuse of my world,
The abuse directed at me,
I’m reminded, each day, I’m not worthy of love,
Reminded I don’t have the right,
Reminded that it is all my own fault,
That I am no more than a blight,
And yet I can’t run, a can’t flee from this rage,
I can’t escape, I can’t even crawl,
I know I can’t stop hearing these words,
I cannot escape this at all,
Because these words, these phrases of hate,
These horrible words that are said,
They’re shouted at me, every day, loud and clear,
Shouted by me in my head.
Relax
It is only
for this time that we live
testing the fiber of our faith
Repeat
All of life will be satisfied
from butterfly to bee.
My gods got it.
Let go.
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Playing poem-making today. Twisting my brains into position.
They are resisting in no way, realizing grown up Caren is in charge here.
I start a little gorilla missive.
It is going along nicely, and I am humming the rhythm.
Pleased with myself.
Suddenly two of my childhood dendrites grab it, throwing roller skates on it.
They turn my darling purple gorilla into a Scottish Eunuch who is running from a custard-pie shop owner.
“No, no, no,” I yell. “WHOA! STOP! SLOW DOWN! QUIT THAT!”
I am furious.
I have no idea how to spell Eunuch.
Look it up, stupid! One of them yells.
Yes, idiot, look it up, another dendrite hollers.
They giggle, and I watch them give each other a high-five,
They think they are in charge again.
But they are not!
These are two of my most
Un-favorite bullying, internal
Childhood voices.
I recognize them as Chip and Dale.
Extremely annoyed, I
Throw my pen and tear up my computer.
I can feel myself screaming internally.
My heart is racing.
Thank goodness I have matured.
The tale now told
Blooms and unfolds
The sign I mark
Glimpse of fine spark
The words I write
Verse rhymes now cite
The face I show
Flings a fond glow
The truth I sing
Claims a grand fling
The touch I share
Is how I fare
The lines I etch
Exert a sketch
The life I live
Is gift I give
The moments here
Vanish with tears
The tale once told
Air cannot hold
Leon Enriquez
31 October 2014
Singapore