Best To Be Fair Poems
I've dropped my pen, calamity,
I write too much profanity,
it makes people act angrily,
yet I walk around quite happily.
I'm aware I speak like I don't care,
and I reek of rudeness when I share,
but I don't get offended to be fair,
not up here on my high chair.
Naturally I've no remorse,
that means I don't care of course,
but I'm a gent I'll hold the door,
just for me not you and yours.
You read from a rebel without a cause,
whom finds it fun to wined up fools.
Though I don't hunt them down like jaws,
it's done through words I write with my paws.
With direct rhymes that are unambiguous,
also aimless and thus promiscuous,
this contradiction is a tad ridiculous,
have you worked out yet how I'm ingenious?
I told you at the beginning that I care not,
the lines since caused that to be forgot.
Are you yet to realise the plot?
Now it ends, yep, that's your lot.
Do you give or do you grab?
Do you listen carefully
or do you gab and gab?.
Giving doesn’t always have to do
with buying gifts. You must listen too.
Giving time to others will help to keep
worries off your mind.
Rotate consciousness into being kind!
Do you truly love? Or is your love a lust?
Do you give yourself completely?
Surrendering is a must.
Do you feel you need control
of those you call your kin?
If righteous indignation is called for,
temper it with patience and compassion.
Let the love of Jesus in.
Do you lie more than you should
beyond the small white lie?.
Is it hard for you to tell the truth?
Lies can lead to bigger lies.
Being forthright leads to being wise.
In telling what you really feel,
you practice removing your disguise.
Nothing is so freeing as being real.
Be aware that even your doing all these things,
there are people still who will not care.
There are folks who sadly have not learned
the value of giving love and truth,
and they have not learned how to be fair.
Do not let them bother you. Simply know
that peace and unity in this world can come
when rotating consciousness you can learn to share.
Nov. 4, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Rotate Consciousness Polarity Poetry Contest
You were placed on the planet
to write rhymes
but to many times
people tried to fit you
in between their lines
Their prefect pairings
not caring or wanting to be fair or kind
They couldn’t possibly see you
They were bonafide blind
not understanding you
unable to peek into your multifaceted mind
You say “Darkness and Negativity”
But you are starting off in the right place
praying on your knees
No, not needing the societal disease
Who cares if it’s man you please
Only God has the answers
He holds all the keys
He gave us the birds and the bees
and lets us build our houses
out of his trees
Change is coming
I can feel it cold blowing
on the breeze
Maybe God will show us
what He sees
I know sometimes
That mirror feels cracked and broken
The image you see is frozen
Words stuck on the other side of the glass
your reflection has never spoken
When you stare into those eyes
You wonder
What things will be discovered
as your spirit is awoken
Get on the love yourself train
God’s blessed you with a token
Don’t worry, I think all of us
feel incomplete
doing the life sad shuffle
just off a bit by a half beat
yet we get off our asses and repeat
Nothing ever got done
spending to much time in a seat
Get moving guy
bring out those happy feet
You’ve got things to do
and people to meet
Put words down on paper
Take all those thoughts
the good, bad, bold and beautiful
flow-fully fill up that stark white sheet
Like yours “my reality”
is imbedded within my insanity
sometimes I’m the victim
of my own voracious vanity
I think I need to go it alone
While needing something
to fill up this heart cavity
Sometimes I feel like floating far far away
yet I can’t escape emotional gravity
My loneliness is my own preferred prison
I am my own worst enemy
Is this a strange self fulfilling prophecy
Do I need to be separate from society
If so why do I want people to look and see
To read the essence that resides in me
It’s only when I write that I totally feel free
I guess in the end I’m who I am born to be!
Inspired by Christen Foster’s “My Reality” piece.
Join me in welcoming a new poet to our family.
Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge or forgetfulness perhaps
Angrboda is born of the blood of the volva
She knows well the fates and
wyrd of men and immortals alike
The mother of wolves, my lovely consort
Sigyn my love,ever loyal and in morning
Has resigned herself to the fate of her wyrd
She too burns for revenge against the aesir
For you have transformed one son into a wolf
Only to have him kill his brother Nari
Then to transform poor vali back
Then to despair over his brother's entrails
And to commit an agonizing death
For what crime did my sons do,
Lord Odin as you proclaim yourself judge
Jury and executioner
And for what wrongs did my children
Jorgamundr, Hel, and Fenrir do
They were but kids when you had them
Imprisoned for Half Fashioned prophecies that
were made by three old wise women,
Have they not had their intuitions
misinterpreted before…..
So my children pay for my mistakes
You aesir who claim to be fair
Is this the famed fairness of the aesir
The destruction of my family
Driving us apart
I think that hardly righteous or fair
It’s funny how things that used to be funny,
Aren’t allowed to be funny no more,
What was once a joke that heralded laughter,
Now seems to set off a small war.
Jokes about blondes, Irish and mum’s,
Jokes about folks that you knew,
Got replaced with: PMS jokes aren’t funny….. Period! or
I hate peer pressure, you should too.
To be fair these new puns, with double entendre,
Are funny when said in a crowd,
It’s funny how this Funny replaced the old Funny,
Funny how we are laughing out loud.
Written on 4th August 2017 but not for any contest. This is the only contest this write has been put into. Thought this might suit the contest for Maria Williams "I started a joke"
Budgie managed to get me to write again, I am very grateful to him for providing me with the first stanza, he's a wonderful friend :)
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Elm stood regally and rigid.
Ivy looked up in awe
and said, a little timid:
“Ahhhh, to be so big,
close to the Sun”
Elm nodded with a focused gaze,
he was, to be fair, somewhat amazed,
and thought to himself:
“What harm could it do
to allow this slight
little weed to wrap
around me, gain my sight?”
She looked so sweet and small,
he was so strong and tall
Ivy snug a little closer
and in a tight embrace
clung for dear life to his twigs,
wound her lithe limbs
'round his leaves,
entangled him with lovely sprigs.
Elm liked that sweet intrusion.
It tickled him in many ways:
"A little higher now, my dear,
just an inch more, yes here."
Ivy flexed her fingers, green
and poisonous, Elm didn't see
through her ambition
from his high position.
"Oh Elm, I'm almost near your head.
Oh Elm, show me your eyes,
I will caress your delicious neck
with my small leaves?"
Ivy wound 'round him in strong embrace,
and before long his breathing ceased.
Then Ivy eased, for from her high up
vantage point, she became queen
could see so far she'd never seen.
And only then she lost her grip...
When Elm broke and crashed
Ivy realised she only ruled
a Kingdom of soil and dust.
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September 3, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
I put my faith in what I can't see
Because I want to be all that I can be
Yet the pain I feel is truly real
And I just want to know the deal
I've done all that I'm supposed to do
Even tried to walk in someone else's shoe
But I have suffered and I have cried
At times wish I had died
I ask you why does everything I touch
Cause me to hurt so much
How much more can I give,
If all I have left is the life I live
I've given forth the body and the soul
Even the parts I can't control
But yet that is never enough
Everything out there is so tough
At times I stay up late at night
Wondering will I ever see the light
Or is this the day that will make me stronger
Or the day that will be longer
Everyone is made happier because of me
But yet happiness is the one thing I can't see
I don't understand how could something so easy to find
Be only found in my on mind
Maybe I am trying too much or just too little
Maybe I'm just made to play second fiddle
Maybe one day I will find what I'm looking for
Maybe it's right outside that door
Maybe what I'm looking for is not really there
Maybe for me life is just not made to be fair
I learned to be stronger
I am better by far
By leaving your orbit
with nary a scar
I'm a better man for it
I'm glad that we met
But, I'm thankful for all
that I lost on the bet
I want to say thank you
For coming into my life
Because now that you're missing
I have found a new wife
If I had not met you
I'd have gone on a course
That might not have ended
With our resulting divorce
I am stronger and nicer
I now know how to share
I do things without asking
And I know to be fair
That I have to say thank you
Because if we were still one
I'm sure that I'd have gone
and sucked on a gun
I want to say thank you
For coming into my life
Because now that you're missing
I have found a new wife
If I had not met you
I'd have gone on a course
That might not have ended
With our resulting divorce
I just had to say this
Thank you for the time
I am now very happy
And have been a long time
I'm a much better person
Than I was when with you
So I feel it is fair
That I tell you thank you
I want to say thank you
For coming into my life
Because now that you're missing
I have found a new wife
If I had not met you
I'd have gone on a course
That might not have ended
With our resulting divorce
It's not fair to talk to you without knowing you....
It's not fair to have your voice screaming in my head without seeing you...
It's not fair to feel your words but never to feel you...
It's not fair to dream in black and white...Can't reach for any color to draw you ...
Do you feel Pleasure torturing me ...do you enjoy it ?
Do you enjoy being so damn selfish and cruel ?
You know what I mean but you keep hiding behind your ornamented words..
Skipping away with your tricks and your wisdom....
It's not fair.....
Well life is not fair so how can I expect you to be fair ?
How can expect you to be something that only God can be , when your not a human nor God ?
The words I can describe you with , is selfish....cruel...hopeless....
waiting for you is like waiting rain in jun or July to fall.....It's like waiting for the eternity.....For the end of time....
I'm waiting but don't know who I'm waiting for....
I'm simply waiting for an anonymous....
You were and you will always be an anonymous....
She was smart, beautiful and a perfect host
Yet these god given attributes don't explain how she became adored
By most,
With no hate mail in the post.
No, we have to look elsewhere for the reason,
That no matter what the season,
She could appeal to our reason.
Was it the way she talked,
Maybe it was the way she walked,
Or the way she looked at you when she smiled.
No, that was not the reason she was such a hit,
Because like us all she could still throw a fit
And upset a little bit
Could it have been how she treated everyone the same,
Or that she did not use voice or words to shame,
No, these are not reason enough to explain her fame.
To be fair, the reason only becomes clear,
When you have had a hug from her
One that sets your emotions astir
And gives your heart cause to stutter.
Even while knowing anything more is reserved for another.
Many is the time I have seen a hug go to the undeserving,
With genuine feeling,
When the rest of us would have resorted to behaviour less
Appealing.
To think that most of us have yet to grasp the fact,
That a simple hug freely given can change the way others act
And give us all a reason,
To look forward to another season.
As the master potter plies his wonderful trade
To mould the clay his design in his head is now laid
He shapes, he feels and he moulds it with care
The finished piece still in his dreams to be fair.
With his skill and inner eye he sees his masterpiece
But before he throws it, he needs to find inner peace.
His skill in knowing and loving and he has the knack
Making sure with any pressure his piece will not crack.
His piece is here, and now it needs to sit and slowly dry
Before it’s placed in the fire in temperatures so high
A worrying time for the potter, in the heat of the fire
Will his masterpiece survive and it’s his fervent desire.
But the potter with his skill has learnt his trade well
And his piece will survive so he needn’t’ dwell
All the love he has lavished on his masterpiece
Will survive all the heat, and will now bring him peace.
© ~GG~ 27/02/2013
Children, our most treasured wealth shouldn’t grow maimed
In joyful living and the art of life, they need to be groomed
At a young age when they are flexible and pliable
A mother’s gentle guidance will help them not to stumble
I feel I should extend my guiding hand to teach
How to live happy and attain the stature they should reach
I would teach my children a dozen and more values
To be fair and just in all they do and shine in life like jewels
I insist, from the right path they should never waver
Also, to speak out their mind without fear or favor
They should learn to love their body with all its flaws
Keeping fit, but knowing it is internal beauty that glows
Train them to ensure personal hygiene, keep things tidy
Follow a system, be punctual and in decisions, be steady
Inculcate in them a love for their parents, siblings, and the family
Treating all men with respect and love, facing criticism calmly
Make them diligent in their study, dutiful and punctilious
Braving life with its ups and downs, springing back with resilience
Train them to accept that life offers a mixed pack of joy and grief
And hardly there is time to waste in lamentation, as life is brief
Train them to be vigilant not to fall in traps set by predators
As, in our world, there are masked assassins and imposters
Above all, make them love God, giving the reins of life to His hands
Knowing things are never in man’s control, but everything works as He plans
Feb.14.2023
12 Things You’d Teach Your Child
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The marshal saddled up as dawn broke over old Dodge City.
Upon town rabble and mean hombres he took no pity!
He donned his ten-gallon hat and strapped on his gun.
On his vest the marshals' badge gleamed in the rising sun!
Sheepskin chaps and fancy boots completed his dandy outfit.
He was a handsome dude - with the ladies he made quite a hit!
He mounted his horse Woody and took a ride about the town,
Ever on the lookout for desperados of notorious renown!
He took a break for a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs,
Then continued on his rounds on the lookout for society's dregs.
Rowdy cowpokes galloped down Main Street on a toot.
Marshal Dan escorted them out of town in hot pursuit!
At high noon the peace of Dodge City was interrupted,
When a brawl at the Long Branch Saloon suddenly erupted!
Shooting began and Marshal Dan drew his peace-maker;
Two rowdy gun-slingers had a date with the undertaker!
With Marshal Dan, peace in Dodge City was guaranteed.
Danny dismounted his rocking horse Woody, his faithful steed.
It had been a tough day trying to be fair and impartial.
Now it was afternoon nap time for the little five-year old marshal!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
: *** HEART
Don't Blame The Beasts For The Beast You Became
They're As Blood Sensitive As You Were Borne Frightened.
That Sticky Love Thicknessness Don't Waste Another Drop
Love Is Redemption ------------- ------------ For Every Violation.
WORD.
Don't Blame The Fisherman It's His Catch To Catch
You're More Of A Play Mate Than Food Anyway.
As A Real Treat: YOU Scarrr What You Meat...
(To Be Fair, 'Til Your Blood Is No Thicker Than Air.)
Livingkind To Humankindness; Possibly Afterthought,
All Laws Are Laws That Should Never Gain Mention;
Intentionally Inherent To Get Your Attention
To Savor And Save In A Chosen Selection
A Perfection In Love's Grand
So LOVE Worthy!
And Ominous
Reflect
-ion
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-Gray Squirrel
05-27-2025
How marvelous that when we bleed,
To staunch a flow with little speed,
If not too deep, no bandaid need.
A miracle occurs indeed:
The platelet, wondrous little seed,
Exposed to air, sprouts like a weed,
Creates a mesh from here to there
It shortly spans, forms little hairs,
And fairly soon is everywhere.
And with our little mesh in place,
The blood cells can no longer race
Out of the wound with rapid pace.
Of course, you say, blood clots in air!
Sure, obvious, but to be fair,
The lungs don’t clot; that’s hard to square.
Perhaps it’s sentient, it knows
When traveling along the rows,
Like capillaries in your toes.
Yet somehow, it detects your harm
And raises up the fire alarm,
And to your wound, the platelets swarm.
In tiniest alveoli,
The blood, in contact with the sky,
If clotted here, could make you die.
But when with lungs, you must inhale,
The complex steps we’ll not detail
Do not transpire or you would fail
To even take another breath,
Or contemplate your last regrets;
Your life would quickly end in death.
So marvellous, so wondrous made!
Attention to great detail paid,
Allowed sometimes, elsewhere forbade.
No chance involved, you’ll not persuade;
Yet once again, it should be said
That we are fearful, wondrous made.