Best Thyself Poems
Fault Of Thyself
For every man there is reward.
For every man there are consequences.
Which kind of man are you?
For the brave man, there is honor.
For the cowardice man, there is desertion.
For the stone man, there is isolation.
For the weeping man, there is no shame.
For the anger man, there is violence.
For the patient man, there is a reward.
For the observant man, there is a puzzle.
For every woman there one man who fits her.
Be she the reward.
Be she the consequence.
She is the Queen to the King.
Be she the honorable, for the brave man.
Be she the deserter, for the cowardice man.
Be she the isolatar, for the stone hearten man.
Be she right hand of no shame, for the weeping man.
Be she the perfect reward, for the patient man.
Be she the puzzle, for the observant man.
A man who can never handle a woman during her most awful, destructive days then he does not deserve her on her wonderful, perfect day.
self,
Don't back down,
swinging and fighting,
is not the only way to go down.
disregard the hurt,
and look for love,
it's hard to know,
that you can find someone to truly love.
you've tried so many times before,
but is this so bad,
you've given up,
and that's why you're mad.
you should change,
which takes some time,
evaluate the inside,
and forget the mind.
don't you remember,
that you are all that you have,
no one will love you,
the way that you have,
please give it some thought,
before you give up,
this is your fortune,
Not just your luck.
love Whitley R. Fields
Make 'um rhyme
Make 'um ring
Make those people wanna sing
Keep 'um cumin'
Don't hold back
Tear out the stops, stay on the track
You don't care where you come from
They'er eyes an' ears
Not some-one
Your battered heart
That tattered soul
Don't make excuses for your droll
When morning comes
And dark is light
That's when your mind might wanna fight
Don't let it win
It's not your loss
Besides, it's your mind it ain't your boss
Stand up when you hear that bell
Tell the stories you gotta tell
You got a sorry soul to sell
04/03/2016
Where hast thou gone?
Sweet innocents of youth
Thy reverence of purity
And subservient of truth
With poisoned treachery
Thy essence perverted
Ignorance and jealousy
Thy Inner beauty subverted
Heavy upon sharp thorn
My trust doth lie
Heart heavy with burden
Tears of anguish I now cry
Unknown to thyself
Thy sweet self dost deceive
I know not my place
To my motherhood I now bereave
How sweet and lovely
Dost thou make the shame
Never say that I was false of heart
As easy might I suffer myself the blame.
This I do vow,
And this shall ever be;
I will be true, and love eternal
Despite thy betrayal of thee.
A crime against man.
Committing suicide
A crime against man.
Committing suicide
Attempted suicide...
On the other hand...
Not suicide
Therefore, suicide is a criminal act and an attempt is not.
Sense can find way by understanding that man is of intellectual supremacy.
Man who attempts suicide is not committing suicide.
Meaning that no crime is committed.
Grey areas persist.
Life is an opinionated subject.
Face your own facts and serve justice accordingly so.
This is the finely lined aspect.
People often make errors in judgment(s).
That being said.
All of this...
Suicide is a crime.
But, the prosecution rests its case as justice is served through such death.
Man is of supreme intellect.
An attempt at suicide is more often a cry for help than a criminal act to the likeness of actual; completed suicide.
Smart people would, and often do, succeed in their attempt(s) of stealing their own lives—in the successful (failure) of actual suicide.
Suicide is a crime.
A murder in fact...
Attempted suicide is given exemption of law due to such intellectual rationalization.
Realizing that suicide will happen if actuated with (ir)rational intellectual reticulation.
At the end of the day we can all rest assured with this next line to be true.
Thou shalt not kill...
Including you—
12/07/2016
Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds
Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds
The identification then remains stagnant
For quite some years
Then with the members of the community
Would like to attach
Cling on and cherish them
In the neighbourhood by the country
Befriending, helping, empathising
Expand the 'self'
No more walls now
A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past
The villages, cities, continents
Loving every face of man and woman
Black and fair
Rich and poor
Feeling every creatures pain own miseries
Healing their woes, agonies, malaises
In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy
All relations bound in a garland
Of 'Humanity'
Not a less or more
But the centre of the core
Of that radiating circle
Whose centre is in the middle
Without any circumference
Just an atom in the world
Still yet everything.
It is a blessing to be born as a human
And to count life's blessings
Another conundrum
Like counting the infinite stars in the sky
SO FAR AND SO HIGH!
It's a blessing to live happily together
Amongst the beauties and bounties of nature
A happy home with parents
Siblings, relatives and friends.....................
And to share with everone the joys and sorrows
Thank you God for the world so sweet
Thank you God for the food we eat
Thank you God for the merry birds that sing
Thank you God for everything.
know thyself
keep off the shelf
plot the essence of thy life
avoiding cracks of strife
then with thee shall walk an elf
Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds
Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds
The identification then remains stagnant
For quite some years
Then with the members of the community
Would like to attach
Cling on and cherish them
In the neighbourhood by the country
Befriending, helping, empathising
Expand the 'self'
No more walls now
A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past
The villages, cities, continents
Loving every face of man and woman
Black and fair
Rich and poor
Feeling every creatures pain own miseries
Healing their woes, agonies, malaises
In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy
All relations bound in a garland
Of 'Humanity'
Not a less or more
But the centre of the core
Of that radiating circle
Whose centre is in the middle
Without any circumference
Just an atom in the world
Still yet everything.
It is a blessing to be born as a human
And to count life's blessings
Another conundrum
Like counting the infinite stars in the sky
SO FAR AND SO HIGH!
It's a blessing to live happily together
Amongst the beauties and bounties of nature
A happy home with parents
Siblings, relatives and friends.....................
And to share with everone the joys and sorrows
Thank you God for the world so sweet
Thank you God for the food we eat
Thank you God for the merry birds that sing
Thank you God for everything.
MYSELF TO THYSELF
WRITTEN FOR THE CONTEST: PURE THOUGHTS ON NATURE
SPONSORED BY JOHN FREEMAN
Reflect on this proverb, oh worthy hermit
'A chain is only as strong as its weakest link'
So let us look deep within the core of our being
To discern the cause why time and again we sink
Bemused by myriad illusions our mind is hypnotised
Flitting about unsatiated between objects of desire
But fleeting moments of joy are followed by pain
Elusive seems eternal bliss for which we aspire
The root cause of suffering then is ignorance
For we flounder about knowing not who we are
In bondage to feral instinct, we discern not the truth
From God’s domain of love and light, we’ve drifted afar
With this recognition, once we shift into tranquil silence
The chinks in our armour are automatically repaired
Divine aligned, love drenched soul stands erect
Mind, body and soul finally with God paired
09-February-2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Finding a oneness in thyself
Written By Dean Masciarelli
October 11, 2010 (10:41am)
Finding a oneness in thyself
So that my life can have
more meaning and purpose
and ultimately true self worth;
Has been challenging in itself
But through leaps and bounds
across this earth;
and simple acts of kindness
I have taken
everything
off of the shelf
Because I have learned
how
to smile; and reward myself
Thyself myself the leader of all my dreams
The only owner of my being
Created from ones feminine ovaries and ones masculine secretion of semen, my
being resembles their semblance, my death will remember my life’s remembrance,
thyself, myself envisioned a complicated coincidence, thyself spirit-n-soul are
relative, to the world thyself, myself I give. Experience equates to what thyself,
myself has lived, non-perfect but a paragon thyself is, love is thyself, twin born
seconds apart, thyself light ends, then thyself dark starts, thyself, myself ‘til
death do us part.
Regurgitated words,
moments of retracing,
demented, tormented,
and self-effacing,
Pointless retribution,
shadowy diatribe,
shielded delusions,
salvation contrived.
Self-realization
needs no defense,
adorned with self love,
its own recompense.
Identify appreciation
for gifts received -
rejection of beliefs
preconceived.
Inoculation of worth,
dis-ease extinguished,
perpetual virtue
suppresses anguish;
Mirror reflections,
tales of fortitude,
reveals the truth
and wisdom of attitude.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm going to crack yet somehow I find the strength within myself to bounce back.
I look at her stressed with tears in her eyes my soul wants to jump out of my chest and hug her from inside stitch up her spirits destressing her mind.
I see what she sees it definitely rips me apart inside but I need to remain strong to be her strength be at her side and hold on to her tight.
Mentally drained, Physically exhausted, Muscles are tense, My fist are pounding. Crimson tears are flowing but I gather my thoughts, my strengths and my emotions to keep myself grounded. ™©
By: Shawn Muñoz
the art of discovering thyself,
is in the venture of unknown.
Mend thyself
When skin creases and silver colours the plait,
Nest empties, then starts that endless wait;
Better be your own best friend,
Part with that dull trend;
Stay happy,
Mend;
Dress snappy,
Defy ageing, blend;
Youthful times don't ever end,
Let sweet melodies reverberate;
When skin creases and silver colours the plait.
Written Nov 1, 2018
For "Andaree" contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet