Best Wakeup Call Poems
lilac blossoms ~
nature's wakeup call
in shades of purples
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on June 25, 2019
In the world of tech, where cyber threats run rife,
To be an expert in cybersecurity is life.
The journey to expertise is one worth telling,
So come along with me, let me start from the beginning.
First, let me say, it wasn't always clear,
That cybersecurity was my path, it's odd I know, my dear.
But one fateful day, an attack we did face,
Our company's data was gone without a trace.
It was a wakeup call, and I heeded the alarm,
I knew we needed to be safe from cyber harm.
I read every book and took every course,
I was determined to stop any future data loss.
My core values were established, to protect and to serve,
To defend from malicious attacks with assertive nerve.
Integrity, honesty, and loyalty were my guide,
To master this skill and keep data safe on our side.
I had to keep updated, every new threat in sight,
Just like data and systems, against time and events we fight.
Then, it was time to put my skills to the test,
I started in small environments where I'd invest.
I'd see how the hackers gained entry, for any weakness they'd seek,
So I would devise ways on how to make our system's security thicker.
I worked hard and was promoted to lead the charge,
And my mentor would always tell me, "stay on guard".
My journey continued, expanding my knowledge every day,
There was so much to learn and so much more to say.
I took on leadership roles, always teaching and guiding,
Passing on the expertise, the knowledge with a binding.
As I look back now, I realize how far I had come,
From a novice to an expert, the journey yields the outcome.
The core values of cybersecurity have molded my way,
From the tech that we use and the people we say.
Integrity, honesty, loyalty are values I hold dear,
To protect and to serve, without any fear.
To be the best, the expert, and keep our data secure,
And always be proactive, never complaisant or obscure.
Deep within, cybersecurity is a passion of mine,
A world that's forever changing, in defense we combine.
It's the core values that got me to my expertise and to believe,
Those values will forever remain, they'll never cease.
People say, it’s very difficult to reach out to their fathers,
But my father adds to the count of my cap’s feathers.
More than a father-daughter,
My relation with him has been more of honor.
He would stand for me against anyone who would try to bother.
With all his decisions for my life turning positive,
Sometimes I doubt: With GOD, is my father my life’s fellow author?
During our high school days,
his day would start at 4 in the mornings,
giving us the first wakeup call,
and thereafter some tactical warnings.
Preparing us morning tea,
Then drive us to tuition daily with a mission
Of giving us a future that was trouble free
Right from ironing the uniforms of his daughters number one, two and three
To growing them into girls who were allowed to argue and make their father
agree
To making sure that he gave us values that would be as strong as roots of a
banyan tree,
Working selflessly all knowing that he would have to let go
and set his money making kids very soon free
Bright future of his kids is what my father always believed in
and could foresee.
What my father did for us,
I can never forget,
I've got the best father on Mother Earth,
This is what I can bet.
The many legacies I got
Your words that were spoke
A wakeup call being no joke
Utterance with tolerance
Life will have many turnstiles
But always use understanding during while
A detour might seem like a step back
But true vision is what will keep you on track
What matters most?
You have legacies and that is something to boost
While others doubt
You have something that you can shout
You are a commodity scheduled for preserver
Don’t ever let negativity come near
Knowledge is about bringing out abilities
Education is knowing one’s self
Don’t do like everybody else
Leadership is chosen responders
Knowing how, but not as a follower
Take the when and move to fast forward in can
You are your own award
You have been given the destiny sword
Determination to try and having no fear with a question of why
Life may not be everything you thought
Your legacies have prepared you long into tomorrow
Think of it like this, you are a challenger, but already know how not to be defeated
When negativity says no, put your abilities into illustrate and show yes
You are your conquest and always continue to stride in being your best
You are the test and the only one that can confess
This is just the beginning
Wisdom is your everlasting inning
The more you strive, the more you will continue accomplish
The legacy from all established in me
You are our testimony for all to see.
I caught the bus the other day
I thought I'd go on a holiday
The bus arrived promptly at nine
The luggage loaded in record time
I was very impressed at the service
There was no need to feel nervous
That I’d miss my connecting flight
And have to stay an extra night…
….in an airport hotel ….
An in-between zombie zone
You’re not on holiday and not at home
Theres no time left to unpack
Your body clock is out of whack
Down rabbit warren corridors
The ancient air conditioning roars
People come and go all hours
Boiling jugs and running showers
You’ve booked an early wakeup call
But you get no bloody sleep at all
And stagger out to catch your flight….
Completely stuffed and looking sh*te
A poetry virgin... that was me
going through a purple patch,
a dismal dark period in life
Desperately needing an outlet
to focus on instead of the now...
this trying time I had to endure
I joined Poetry Soup to have fun
My ultimate aim was just
to bring a smile to others.
But 'HE' couldn’t stand the fact
that what I called my simple scribbles
were more popular than his sonnets...
He considered himself a poetry God
and me? He referred to me as
just a pathetic poet, penning poop
So, the belittling of my poems,
and the cruel comments about them began
He was SO desperate to be top dog,
even challenging me to a poetry duel.
The tide of his anger turned against me
as if they were waves trying to crush me.
He was obsessed with putting me down,
drowning me in his wake.
I was at an all-time low ebb in life
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
My notepad scribbles were smudged,
stained with the torrent of my tears
My pen bled ink blots like blood,
then dried up like a creek devoid of rain.
For seven dismally long days, I wrote nothing.
BUT powerful persuasion from poetry pals
forced me to face the reality I needed to see.
"Why should you allow that puffed up pompous prick
to stop you from writing what you feel?"
That was a wakeup call for me.
More than just a change in the wind.
Eleven years have passed; I am STILL here...
with two books published under my name.
There are still trolls who like to torment
and demean me, I will never, EVER...
give another troll the opportunity to do me in!
NOMPUMELELO (SUCCESS)
She is the KEY!
The key to Good, Gold and ongoing life
Through her progression is guaranteed!
She is the product of positive mindset and creative thinking!
Education is just her mother and she rose her up along with respect and discipline
She is that one last pies of your parcel!
She is one in a million and your one million efforts make your one way to her attention
And ones with her on your right hand side you are a complete composed man
She is the queen to the planet of goodness!
The light in the darkness
Love in loneliness, ooh she is the finest!
She only deals with Kings!
And those who enjoy that annoying noise of an alarm shouting her name (success) in every sunrise
As a wakeup call of cause!
She is diamond shiny!
Her standards are highly set
The hotness she impose is like right next to the sun
A clear picture of her is seen ones the sun set!
She’s got curves, she’s skinny
But yet very heavy in weight
She dressed in Black and White with a fine print on it!
And her power is far beyond UMALUSI
For her your ******** is in need!
To imagine her putting you in, on the right position and
Slightly push up and down in and out repeatedly till ejaculation in success
Her reflection reaches far beyond any ones imaginations!
But yet she lives closer to your heart
She that soft inner voice whispering (work hard and even harder you lazy busted)
She’s not the kind of girl you see every day, she’s very hard to impress!
For her you need the combination of time, dedication, and hard work
Ooh and not forgetting the vision, mission and the passion
You need to sit down with a pan and paper, listen attentively and take notes to the lecture or lesson given by those who walked through the path before you!
Apply the best of your abilities and don’t fear for failure because she’s worth falling for!
Last but not least!
Success is the access to happiness
There is a list of ladies to choose and chase
I have seen this one call NOMPUMELELO
But I won’t chase after her
I will take my time dedication and affords to ask for her attention.
And if you got my point please do the same
#YondieG
It's said there's some irreplacable
and it's said they're iridescent
but from realities wakeup call
and the knives that peel at your delicacy-
gently puncturing the senses,
triggering the knots that erupt deep inside
when they are no longer butterflies-
but cobras,
infecting, misleading and wrong-
surfacing the venom of worry
*not finished*
I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun
Tho clouds may punish with storms on the ground
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found.
Tho clouds may generate storms on the ground
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive.
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
From that river of pain with a helping hand
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive
As mankind pursues truth all over the land.
From that river of pain with a helping hand
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As mankind pursues truth all over the land
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun.
...and that’s when she told me our marriage was over.
Belated she said, like the anniversary and birthday cards I forget to send.
Chaos, only chaos, will come from this I replied, begged,
desperate for her to rethink, give me a second chance, and
explain how I would change and make it up to our family.
Forgiveness is never something I’ve been good at though,
guessing she’d herself see the irony of my request.
Hands trembling, palms sweating, I reached out for her,
icy fear running through my veins despite the palpable heat on my skin.
Just then I heard the twist of the living room door handle and,
knowing that they would be expecting hugs upon my return from work, I
left this moment of sorrow, this surreal wakeup call, and focussed on
memories of us, dotted throughout my mind from the years before.
Now I tried to tie them together, connect the dots,
open again what I had ignorantly closed, losing sight of what mattered:
people and places, husband and wife, children and homes, not
queries from work and emails at night, functions and dinner suits.
Reality continued to seep into these images I now conjured:
sights of his birth marred by evenings at the office;
tinsel and baubles around Christmas trees papered with bills and reports;
university steps where I first saw her replaced with artificial screens flashing.
Vows echoed in my mind now; nuptial promises ricohetting questions, asking
what had I been doing these past few years? Where had I gone?
X-rays of our marriage revealed splintered bones. A spine fractured.
You can’t tell them anything yet, I pleaded, let’s just talk this through.
Zenith like, my future hung above me, wavering and fragile.
I accidentally let one loose
in places you wouldn't imagine
last Sunday I left out a silent one in church
it must not of smelled too bad, cause no one noticed
while shopping at walmart
a little one squeaked it's way out
thank goodness i was in the clothing department
and not the grocery
someone might of thought the food was spoiled
the best one of all
was a silent, but deadly one
that built up for a long time
and finally exploded in the car
all windows went down
talk about a wakeup call
although it's freezing weather here
it was like the fart was frozen in mid air
So be careful who you sit by in church,
go grocery shopping with and
who you travel with in a car
You can never be too careful
of a little thing called gas
that can make a grand appearance or
a grand finale
Why does fear distill in our eyes when we see the colors of freedom
pull up behind us.
Pure irony is like pure sugar cane its almost too sweet to be true
The ones who protect and serve this country are the gruesomely grotesque
fear raisers,
WE SHOULD NOT BE SCARED when one is behind us
yet. we. are.
Can we not redesign the laws or give real second chances
our towns and cities screw us over for the quota of people trying to help
other people,
they are blinded by how we are just doing what is right in our eyes.
The cost of mistake is too high for the verdict,
some are not, but many many many many are.
I cannot fornicate enough ideas that would lead me to deceive myself
The small mistake I made lead to loss,
emotional and physical,
It brought up a fire within my soul that is full of regret and yearning.
It helps me beat myself up daily as I'm pirouetting through blissful days
of peace and prosperity.
Are there not bigger crimes in this country or this state.
They have to single out all the little grey area of what is bad when I see
people speed everyday with no consequent.
It was also a wakeup call,
helped me realize I need to be alert
doesn't make it any less vacuous,
I just forget to breathe sometimes.
and I just zip through life without seeing the limit.
I was called handsome and intelligent
A name that pushed me to learn fast and memorize lots of things
I believed in myself and thought I could do anything
My books and dictionary were just like a prayer
I felt great and willing to leave even after I died
I looked for challenge anywhere, and felt ready for them
My energy was like the universe, and I could not stopped it
I was loved, called, obeyed, and found as my wish
I spent crazily, and got satisfaction as I desired
I forgot if I was limited, and equal to others
I acted like I am the beginning and the ending
One day it is all changed, I had a call
A call from an unknown to stop my power
A call to end my abusive language with no time to think
A call to say sorry to those that I abused, and stole from
A call to be on my knees and pray for forgiveness
A call to stop my hypocrite attitude and be real
A call as a warning to lead or disappear
A call to obey, but I refuse because of my great armies
My money, power and those that believe in me
I have found myself disappeared because of my hanger
I was not fighting to anyone, but they are crying victories
I am getting weaker every day until I am no longer in the map
I can no longer answer the call, the caller hang up on me.
An unwanted morning wakeup call
Your venoms attacking my soul
The unseen crawling frustration
I feel you jumping and sliding around my stomach and chest
Causing displeasure over my body
Breathing shallow then to the extreme
Trying to find the solution, to rid this Master of Anxiety
Can I sleep to the extreme to hide away?
Or will your intensity stimulate an alertness feeding you more
Sickness brings a moment of pleasure, a small release from you
This uneven thinking I just can’t take
I don’t want to think anymore
You mess up my thoughts
Living life with these feelings of being on edge
And these shake’s which belittle me
I feel I could break
Solutions seem non existent
I guess I’ve got to hang on to the edge
Until this flat lines and fades away
I’m just a slave held back for another day for you
Master of Anxiety