Best Take A Step Back Poems
Over recent months I’ve had trouble with my hearing…
Misinterpreting what is being said isn’t so endearing
Take a step back and think of all the things you would miss if you couldn’t hear at all
The list is endless but here are a few I came up with
The cry of a newborn baby and your child’s first words
The symphony of the dawn chorus
Music and speech on the radio or TV
Phone conversations or chatting with friends
Going to the theatre or to a concert
The door bell or alarm clock ringing
And of course there are those three little words we love to hear …
‘IS DINNER READY ?’
OOPS I MEAN
I LOVE YOU
I took the plunge and saw a specialist and have been fitted with a hearing aid
Wow what a difference it has made
I can hear perfectly now
From the squeak of a mouse to the moo of a cow
And the best bit of all…
If someone is mouthy and starts to scoff
I can quickly turn my hearing aid off!!!
10~06~16
N B I have to approach what has been and what is going on in my life with humour it is just the way I cope with what life throws my way
I used to think poetry was about expression
(but some it seems would rather make it a competition)
I used to think beautiful words were meant to encourage growth,
not be used as a pedestal for your ego.
But hey What do I know?
You're the Master of the Pen
in whom we all adore.
Your advice is what we savor
... please tell us more!
But then again Maybe you shouldn't And just listen for a minute
Take a step back and breathe Don't abuse the gift you've been given
You ought to delight in the fact that you are NOTHING (as am I)
Because everything we write, and dream, is nothing but a gift passing by
They don't come because of what you did They come because they come
It's nothing glamorous Nothing special It's like the rising of the sun
Each circuit is a blessing Out of our control Whether we like it or not
So here's what I have to say to the friend we all know Mr. Big Shot
You may be Brilliant with a capital B,
have words that sing like a friggin' symphony,
but have you checked the pulse of your humility?
Is it still beating? Still beating?
Or is it left in the corner bleeding
from your Excalibur Pride.
Yeah, you may be the next Emily Dickinson,
or Edgar Allan Poe.
Have verses that make the minstrels weep,
and thoughts so mesmerizing So deep
But if your soul ain't pouring on the page -
if you write for reasons that are shallow -
on your Magnum Opus I'd rather turn the page!
(yes, it really happened! I rhymed 'page' with 'page'
Shakespeare I know Must be rolling in his grave!)
To tell the truth I'd rather turn my attention to the simple;
to the ones who leave those subtle ripples
on my heart, and on my mind.
Whose treasured presence are so personal,
it peaks on the edge of the divine.
So no
I'd really rather not dedicate my time
to your perfect metrical rhymes -
to your Magnifico Metaphors,
your Awesome Alliteration,
your Verdant Vocabulary
so lush that it's scary!
Your whoop-di-do-look-what-I-can-do
I'm so clever How 'bout you?
If your heart is full of Me, Myself and I
To your poetry
... I'd rather say goodbye!
Cans to kick, Sticks to whittle
Blow that jug, or saw that fiddle
Roll up your jeans,Go grab your pole
Wade right in, to the old fishin' hole
If you aint takin', what nature is givin'
Then you may not relate, to our country livin'
Your old pick up truck, a dusty dirt road
Creaky front porch, of your log built abode
Maple stock split, and stored by the stack
Food for the belly, of old cast iron black
If your tired of a world, that's material drivin
Take a step back, and try country livin'
Animals animals all we are
Have come from the jungle that's oh so far!
Happily happily we came dancing here
With many lessons that you all have to hear.
I am the ferocious lion king
The song of Valour is what I sing
Never take a step back in times of peril
Be always a man of pride and virile.
I am the mighty elephant here
I do have an empathetic ear
It's always good to stay grounded
Family turns your life fulfilled.
I'm the little squirrel in the burrow
Unfailingly active in every high and low
Vigilance and resilience are my innate traits
Your effort, I say, opens all the gates.
I am the restless naughty monkey
I am ingenious and witty
Fun and mischief are so vital
In a serious lifestyle for a quick revival.
I am the curious cub of the bear
My mom is so strict and fair
She taught me the way to make an owlish choice
And to always listen to the clever mind voice.
Animals animals all we are
Have come from the forest that's oh so far!
Oh dear humans! You're the best of all
Live and let live breaking the wall.
Let's take a step back in time,
step into the golden temple of God
that Solomon built
There shining on a hill
stood the beautiful sanctuary of God,
casting forth resplendent rays of golden light
Let's walk through the outer court
to the inner court
Up to the holy doors
leading into the corridor
Then we approach the largest space,
where the congregation will gather soon
We open the palm tree carved doors,
and enter the red room
But when we walk in, to your surprise,
the room isn't what it appears to be ...
It's golden all around
The beautifully carved red cedar wood
is overlaid with gold
The body of the red room has golden skin
Now everyone is gathering, coming in
Come one, come all
into the glorious red room
We be those covered by the blood of Jesus Christ,
the red room covers everyone within ...
covers everyone's sins,
as the worshiping begins
Prayers and songs of praise is our offering
to God in the holy red room
As we leave the red room ---
rich red cedar wood covered in gold,
we see how God has promised to one day deliver to us
the blessings of His Son manifold
She said "Why do you keep running, slow down a little;
Why don’t you open your eyes and see beyond the horizon;
Don’t you see it…?? Coz I see it;
I see it very well without having to squint my eyes or stretch them thus far”
I see it.
“I see good measure in that scorned bitter man twisted and turned by the cruelness of this world”
“I see the sorrow hiding behind that girl’s smile, devoured by vultures of this earth,
I also see divine hope deep within, see it in her eyes as she takes it one day at a time”
So don’t run, slow down & look around you, you may be running your own race but why not stop, take a step back & walk with that troubled mother carrying so much weight on her shoulders,
Why don’t you just slow down & help carry that weight, it will only take a minute “
Coz I see it, with this slow pace of mine
I see that long lost friend, struggling, I see her hands trembling, her loneliness growing, I see her eyes swave trying to hold back anxious tears.
I see that boy and girl walking holding hands, young love it must be but why don’t you just slow down a bit, hold their hands & teach them how it should b, no young innocence should be lead astray.
So you better stop running and slow down a while, look beyond the horizon, coz it may look peaceful, serene & pure but what’s beyond it is what matters. Jus slow down a moment and look around you, it will only take a minute.
(Verse 1)
There’s an aching in my back
An my knees are buckling in
My body’s hurt n bruised
friends r’ say ‘n take a step back ‘n relax
(Bridge)
got so much on my mind
faster and faster I here myself say
I cant give up when I’m half way through
pure determination drives me hard and true
(Hook)
Never giving up
I can see it now the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I’m almost there the inspiration I need
(Verse 2
The devil can try to slow me down
Putting all those boundaries road blocks round
But without a flinch in my face
I’ll jump up move and around
(Bridge)
My destiny is calling to me
Got lots to accomplish no time to tire
There’s a sunrise coming up in my face
My dreams are right there I’m following through
(Hook x 2)
Never giving up
been a long time but the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I never looked back now I see inspiration in front of me
Once the smoke clears I'll overcome the burns
The grass isn't always greener, the sky is sometimes grey and dark instead of blue
Sometimes you need to take a step back to really see what's ahead of you
I feel like Mike Tyson on fight night because I'm ready to take on the world
I've had the world on my shoulders for a while and it's been heavy
But I've got my boxing gloves on now and I'm ready
I'm getting back up and battling back
Everyone gets knocked down, but warriors and champions always find a way to last
Every mistake is a lesson don't disregard the signs
I believe love is real, just hard to find
Or maybe we're so blinded by past pains we refuse to admit we see it
I can't be the person who gives up on a jigsaw, I'll find the missing pieces
Depression is real, but the thoughts it makes you feel shouldn't be
I'll win this fight even if it means I have to get blood on me
I won't lie the fight with Depression is the toughest battle I've been in
I'd rather stand alone and have to go against ten men
I'm still scarred by some of the thoughts it put into my head
I attacked depression with a knife once, but it was me who bled
I think about things that make me smile when it tries to take me to scary places
I have to find some inner strength on the days where I can barely face it
I used to say sorry, but never again will I apologise for being emotional or saying how I feel
I'll let my scars bleed until I find a way to heal
I've grown because of all the stepping stones that I stood on
Depression doesn't stand a chance now I've put my boxing gloves on
What if I could talk to you,
if you were more than a memory?
What if I could lead your path,
instead of the fate that led mine?
Would you know me as truth,
or think me a wild dream?
Would you see yourself in me at all,
or not recognize the man before you?
I received a letter the other day,
from you, from me - a slice of time.
Words planned and sent forward,
in advice, in earnest plea.
I would love to be able to answer,
to write back and say that you're okay;
but more so, to go back even further,
and say these words to the boy left behind.
'I beg you, do not follow the path
that's laid so clearly before you.
Don't make up your mind so quickly,
for your sake, take a step back.
'I would stop you if I could,
but I think we both know better.
Just hear me, and what you'll live with,
should you choose to stay your course.
'You will bloody your knuckles so many times,
on doors, walls, concrete, anything;
not healthy, but recourse nonetheless
when your hate bubbles and spits like a pool of lava.
'Your spirit consumption will worry your friends,
and you'll message your father "save me";
you will fall many times, stumble and wonder
if this one is your last - keep thinking "not yet".'
Hearing such, would you dismiss me,
as easily as you did the rest?
Would you wave off my words,
like smoke clouding your breath?
Or would you perchance heed them,
as only you have ever changed your mind?
Would you take the easier, smarter road,
and let mine simply fade away?
Would that I could,
would that I may,
write a letter to you, as you did for me;
only reversing the way of the days.
I won't stop writing until I make the pen bleed
Until my heart falls on the paper and you feel the beat
When my tears can be felt in physical form I promise to leave
I won't stop writing until I make the pen bleed
I write from a place of pain with a mental aspect
I Learned mistakes are meant to Be made, so I started to write with a pencil less
If there's a spelling mistake just know that's part of my passion
Focus on the body of my mistakes and you won't see the heart of my actions
People buy jewels and material stuff to cover fear
The hate is real, but is the love sincere?
Am I important to you?, or just another, here?
You feel I'm dangerous because I cry with blood not tears
Anytime I write, I act like I've never picked up a pen before
One thing I learned is, the most beautiful girls are the most insecure
Battled depression, so I've been to war
Paid for my mistakes that you don't see in the store
The receipt is the scars attached to my skin
I'm trying to keep up a smile, while you keep up with the Kardashian's
Sometimes you need to take a step back, to move forward
What keeps me going, is so many want to see me forfeit
I'm done pleasing others, I'm finally working on me
Starting to like myself, becoming the best version of me
I've almost overcame all of the hurting in me
I've found myself, I don't need you searching for me
I'll keep writing until I make the pen bleed
Until my heart falls on the paper and you feel it beat
When my tears can be felt in physical form, I promise to leave
I won't stop writing until the pen bleeds
There's a saying we all know
Sharing is caring-- you will show
How much love is deep inside
If everyone had only tried
To follow this one simple rule
We would not be sinking in a pool
Of hatred and brutality
Open up your eyes and see
We need to take a step back
When kindness drove us on a track
That didn't stop in anger town
When did we get turned around
From a place so long ago
When we saw our neighbors grow
Into friends and family
Living free and happily
Taking care of one another
Like we were sisters and brothers
Now the path this world is spinning
Is losing all of the winning
Spirit that was shown before
Prejudice started up a war
That is not going to end
Until one by one we bend
And lose all this buried anger
Putting everyone in danger
Quiet
Take a step back
Evil destroys people
Harmonious interactions
Selfish
Form used traditional Cinquain 2,4,6,8,2 syllables
26.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Anxiety can fuel a person with imaginations created from the darkest corners of the mind, overwhelming them with the negativities of the unknown.
It is in those moments where it’s critical to take a step back and remember to breathe, to exhale the toxics fumes of what is known as anxiety.
Thoughts of the uncertain tomorrows will only drain you of today’s strength,
reducing your functioning capabilities in the present moment whilst siphoning away your optimism.
Anxiety by itself is nothing but a simple concern about the uncontrollable future;
it is our reaction to anxiety that is poisonously damaging to our psyche, entrapping us in a toxic cloud of helplessness.
Thus, alleviation from anxiety is necessary in order for us to optimize our functioning capabilities for today’s responsibilities.
Concerns and worries about the future will always exist but becoming overly fixated on them is what hinders our ability to be productive in the present moment.
File away your worries about situations that are not under your control and focus your mind and energy towards the worries that can be addressed presently.
It is only after you begin to chip away the outer layers of an onion that you will ultimately be able to target the core.
Make the most of what today brings by using today’s strength to target today’s problem and leave tomorrow’s struggle for the tomorrow you;
you are doing the best you can today and today…
you are productive.
By: Johnny K. Wong
A promise to be together is broken,
just not a promise but my soul
which always loved you,
no matter how risky it was for me.
I traded my heart in return for
your love
ended being betrayed and totally
broke,
wreck me completely but not my
heart ,which is always for you
and awaits you.
Living happily with someone
in the castle ,built of our memories'
is a death bed to me.
Just for second ,could not you see
what you are to me
Listen to my broken heart,
what its saying to you.
Take a step back and turn back
around and see where I am,
holding pieces of my heart
in hands.
You could not see tears in my ears and
now you are making me cry.
How could you just walk away from my life,
from me crushing my soul.
I will die for you every day ,
to see you alive.
you were my valentine for a lifetime
and you are gone leaving me
in miserable pain.
Atleast tell me how to live without you.
You think you're Godzilla
but you're just a Gorilla,
that's what happens when you've got gonorrhea,
my skin colours vanilla
my skills are killa and real
you're run of the mill, a fail
can't you tell you didn't do well,
that Kartel manure smell
of Kountry music don't sell,
a wannabe that wants to be on X Factor
in a field riding a wrecked tractor,
tracks that no mind will capture,
you're no rapper, a can't act actor and no rhyme writer
with poor rhyming from your core
the fact is you naturally bore,
getting done by amateurs
that means s**t for sure and below my stature,
take a step back and see the big picture,
there's no record label coming for your signature,
you should turn around and head for the door
and not turn this battle rap into a war,
snore, pass out snore music,
20 years and there's still no use for it,
your rhymes are insignificant
your average skill's no different
stop thinking you're magnificent
and realise you're just a hunt.
Yet you think you're good,
umm missing a nail or screw
let's face facts your music is poo,
can you not make a beat with flow?
Your music makes me sit in a seat depressed and low
through ignorance your skill's seen no grow,
so excuse my rant but your music is pants,
professional status, you've got no clucking chance.
You're so unlikely to upstage my quickly written
lickety split thermonuclear lit quick wit
with whatever you pick
to pull out your bag of tricks
because I'll make it unstick
quicker than thumbs can click through your music,
making videos in which you go on the phone,
cliche prone, stereotype replica
look at ya forever inferior,
making out you've golden interior,
but Postman Pat out delivers letters
and is better with more under the hat
you've empty space where your brain sat,
writing rubbish, getting fat,
one year in I'm getting published
you skank like a grandad with one wish
you long to be served a contract,
take note of the situation
you've been rhyming for a generation,
and you'll never be a sensation,
just a symbol of humiliation,
........ cus Rosko thinks he's the dogs bollocks,
while the rest of us just think he's bollocks.
That's all bossco, that's all I have to country cartel you.
Over and out, they call me Sue.