Best Wear Many Hats Poems
More than wife, sister, daughter, grandma – I wear many hats!
Close friends have I; on the phone or online we have chats..
Not wealthy, but rich in love and joy am I, and that’s
how I feel today!
I remember in my youth, life was a juicy plum
ready for the taking! I dreamed for my prince to come.
Breathless, I found him. Forsaken, I moved on; life was different from
how I feel today!
Heavier emotions in my later life began.
Not easy– testing positive on a cancer scan.
However, I now can say, I’ve felt so much worse than
how I feel today!
My childhood was lovely though I’ve bid my youth adieu.
What destiny will bring me, I’ll have to see it through,
for I realize all the good and bad has led me to
how I feel today!
May 13, 2018 for the "Rhyme And Refrain" Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Life can be strange indeed. I, for instance wear many hats. I am a husband, a father, a grandfather, a Christian, not a Christian, a musician, a poet, an Intra faith proponent, an artist, a worship leader, a sinner, a naturalist, an evolutionist, a skeptic, a scientist, a creationist.......... etc....... .Generally, I question everything, and I happen to think that that is healthy. So, for instance, to make my point here, when I am a poet and I wish to express a concept or a string of thoughts, I can at times feel restricted by say, the Christian hat, or the scientist hat. It should, however not be that way. I should be free to express myself without constraint, should feel free, because we have freedom of speech, or do we? Do you get what I am getting at here? Any comments would be appreciated.
To add something else here, some time ago now, I was reading about Zen Buddhism, and I liked what I was reading and could identify with it. However, because in my circle of friends and acquaintances I am generally known as a Christian, I was restricted in expressing my joy and excitement about what I was reading about.
I TRULY COME FROM “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.
I wear many Hats and can be whatever it is you want or need me to be.
Never invisible, deliberate in all I do, in the open for all eyes to see!
I can be your Greatest Lover, or we can be the best-est of friends.
But screw me over and I can be your worst nightmare till the bitter end.
I am a woman that can encourage you and sweep you off your feet. But I can also be that woman that will cut you while you sleep.
I am that Diva with a smile, women seem to envy, while others just plain hate. Cause I can get “Turn-t Up”, have fun, and still be the lady who leaves with your Date!
I'm that soothing voice you hear when you come home after a long day all stressed.
With a hot bath, ready to rub you down, curl your toes, roll you over and let you rest.
If you get sick? I’ll nurse you back to health with some nice old fashion Chicken Soup. Serve ya Tea with honey, Rub Vicks on your chest, and handle the house all while you Re-coup.
I have no problem allowing a Man to be a Man, but this “All Men” must 1st Understand… A needy woman I am Not! I just desire the comforts of a Real Man. A man with a TRUE LIFE PLAN.
At times you’ll hear me Cussin, Fussin, R e a d i n g Folk and even throwing Fits.
Yet I still handle my Bizz! …. Cuzz Baby??? I am A L L L that and Bowl of GRITS!
But the rest of the times, I’m Calm, Patient and generally very Sweet. Always Grateful for God and Family, cause with them I know I Can’t be Beat!
They took no hostages, and told no lies
Politics and power like attitudes
Gets sour by the hour.
The Sadist will wear many hats
Briber of those who cower
Who bows to pseudo facts?
It takes clear minds to fend off evil
Some folks seem astute
Yet they're far from civil
Collective power...
That reigns supreme
Resurface fresh and clean, for
The forgotten District of Dangriga
That never faints nor sleep
It's mighty spirit sweeps
Across seas, and surfaces in voices
Steep as pure diamond
Voices free of fraudulent colors.
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Horses are stars--they certainly are-
They run in the pasture, not going far-
They snort and they rear with full tails flying-
Loyal and loving, they never tire of trying.
Horses are stars, as their humans all know-
So awkward at birth, but soon ready to show-
Blacks, whites, paints, and reds- beauty with speed,
A rider who knows them is all that they need.
Yes, horses are stars, but they gladly share their spaces
With human friends and loved ones as they go through their paces-
Horses ARE stars who deserve fame and glory-
But believe me, dear reader, that's not all of the story.
Horses are STARS-there's no doubt about that-
In wars, in movies, in life--they wear many hats-
But always their hearts, to their humans are true-
Horses are the stars--may their lives always be cool.
Bridge:What's keeping you
What's stopping
For you to reach to the top and
What's keeping you
What's stopping
For you to reach to the top and
Verse 1
Take a picture
Crop it
Hold on I mean stop it
Make the picture clearer
Take a look in the mirror
Pat yourself on the back
You are doing a great job
Not an opinion
Just facts
You wear many hats
You are the perfect team
You have all the potential by any means
I think I'm almost through
But are you
Chorus
What's keeping you
From being all that you can
Are you relying on God
Or listening to man
What's keeping you
Tell me please
Don't give up
Be all that you can be
Verse 2
Here I am once again
Working
That's it
You give your all to employment
When sometimes you want to quit
But you keep fighting
You keep working
Even in the inside you really hurting
What happen to all of your dreams
Did they get put away
For you to display
You are brilliant
You are amazing
God is working with you
You were worth saving (saving)
You have a gift you have a choice
Do you just remain silent
Or use your voice
Chorus
What's keeping you
From being all that you can
Are you relying on God
Or listening to man
What's keeping you
Tell me please
Don't give up
Be all that you can be
Hook: Be all that you can
Sit still
Talk to God
Come up with a plan
Be all that you can
Sit still
Talk to God
Come up with a plan
Chorus
What's keeping you
From being all that you can
Are you relying on God
Or listening to man
What's keeping you
Tell me please
Don't give up
Be all that you can be
Repeat Until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
5/29/18
Life not quite simply black and white, my friend.
We wear many hats, chosen at random,
sometimes a saint, at other times a fiend,
as sways fickle attention pendulum,
with unconditional love shown seldom.
Plodding through life, like a dead man walking,
seeing not ego, silently stalking,
we suffer because we choose to suffer,
blocking divine light, within heart glowing,
gift of life ruined in frivolous caper.
03-April-2021
Ditch Mitch McConnell, I say,
Make room for new blood today!
He promotes a party schism,
Also, plain obstructionism.
A major fault, I can see,
Not a hoot for Kentucky.
We rank very low in stats,
Mitch tries to wear many hats.
What’s good for U.S. of A.,
Mitch quickly stands in the way.
written January 25, 2022
[Englyn poetry, a Welsh rhyming form, that
praises or criticizes sitting public officials.
Each line may consist of only seven syllables.]
Call me poetry
I am a whispered dance
of words that leap and twirl by chance
Through meadows made of metaphor
And forests never seen before
I am the rhythm in your veins.
Call me poetry
The steady drumbeat of the rains
The silence between lightning strikes
The wheel that turns as darkness consumes light .
Call me poetry
Across the canvas of your mind
I leave my footprints there behind.
Call me poetry
Like constellations in the night
That guide lost sailors to lands beyond their sight.
So read me slow and read me well
For in these lines great secrets dwell
and when you think you know my name
I'll shift again, yet stay the same.
Call me poetry
As you say my name
I river flow words without refrain
The way creativity stimulates the brain
The way a forest grows when it feels the rain
The way passengers move when they take the train
The way a mother soothes her child when the child is in pain.
The way time moves forward never stays the same.
Just FYI I have been called many things
I wear many hats and where many rings
Down to earth I just like fancy things
But at the end of the day..
There is one thing that remains
When it comes to knowing me
Call me poetry.
Apart from writing poetry, who are we
cannot be defined, for we wear many hats.
Looking back at life thus far, we clearly see,
that though destiny bowls and consciousness bats,
for the most part we’ve been tied to our mind tree,
our deluded ego seeking praise and pats.
At this juncture in life, we’re a neophyte,
who seeks the truth absolute, in black and white.
So as to complete, what has been left unsaid,
we each have but two ways, to explore our soul;
either follow scriptures, by blind belief led
or dwell in staid silence, path sages extol,
so since pastors sermons leave us feeling dead,
we rely on stillness to fulfil our goal.
The poems we pen, seeks souls who care to pair,
who discarding belief, wish to be aware.