My dear, I share with you a truth:
A life lesson I have lived.
Discretion is valor, a silent shield,
A strength that guards the heart revealed.
Be not the man who parrots all he hears,
Who, finding no one to tell,
Confides in the door.
He's a fool lost in words that wound and bore.
Let discretion be your strength—
Bridle your tongue with care,
Let intuition guide your ear,
Be perceptive, be aware.
God may have endowed such a man
With heavenly graces,
But the ruin of him will be
His own endless talk, so careless and vain.
To know what holds value for another
Is a burden not for faintest minds;
A sacred trust to keep,
A treasure in silence deep.
Discretion defines character—
Be the safe where secrets sleep.
Be eager to listen and to grasp,
But slow to speak.
In this wisdom, your honor will last.
Valiant are the lips that stay sealed
Even at the tempest of awkwardness.
Categories:
discretion, character, integrity, silence,
Form: Free verse
Everything "mine" becomes "ours" and then "hers."
Everything "hers" remains her sole possession.
In marriage the ownership line always blurs
And as a mere husband I'd better not question...
Silence can be the best part of discretion.
Categories:
discretion, husband, marriage, wife,
Form: Rhyme
‘The better part of valor is discretion‘
(Henry IV, Part 1, Act 5, Scene 4)
By Shakespeare
After 38 years of marriage
I have learned to be very discrete~
I just say yes dear you are right
Categories:
discretion, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Written by Gail DeBole
on January 31, 2025
Shush, it’s a Secret, Hush, Hush!
Social Media could harm human trust.
Seems to be on trend
To post to offend and
Discretion is now borderline mute.
These videos/posts may not be true
But it’s something to read and to do.
It’s a secret, Hush, Hush!
No longer means much
When it comes to the bullying Untruth.
There do seem to be rays of sunshine
In posts that help you unwind
In a positive way
To uplift your day
As they place nasty topics on mute.
Sure, AI has found its place
To help all of the human race.
Keep uses upbeat
And away from the cheats
Who will use it to lie to your face.
Categories:
discretion, betrayal, bullying, humanity, society,
Form: Rhyme
DISCRETION
NONET
Discretion - better part of valor
Don't rush in making decisions
Repentance comes at the end
Ask God's inspiration
Don’t be too drastic
Need self control
Discipline
of mind
Need.
Categories:
discretion, emo, god, inspirational, self,
Form: Nonet
It is important we do not get our knickers in a pinch
And wind up acting like the mean, old Grinch
Especially during this season of happiness and cheer,
Let’s lay aside our nasties and unleash them next year.
Surely if we can be kind and patient for the while
From our critics, we will most likely elicit a smile,
And, who knows, we may even forget our discontents,
For “discretion is the better part of valor” makes sense.
written December 3, 2021
Categories:
discretion, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer."
Psalm 19:14
Discretion drives an unpredictable wedge
into sheltered, relaxed, indiscreet lives.
Its thunder designs to whet the cutting edge
of thinking which stays safely in the archives
of routine – same-o grungy words and garbage.
An effective author might sometime contrive
to create a more concrete channel for language
where skillful articulation wants to thrive.
Virtue mixes committment and knowledge
smoothly, so God’s Word (truth) and tact survive.
October 27, 2021
Categories:
discretion, 11th grade, muse, word
Form: Dizain
Discretion
David J Walker
Its wing crooked from some
Unreported collision
The wild Canada goose would
Never fly again
Now left behind
Left to beg at the end
Of driveways when not hiding
Between lawns and lakes
Holding himself in humbled pride
Begging as homeless veterans beg
At an edge of town traffic light
Out of sight of traffic cops
With guns and cuffs and discretion
Once his hunter now his guardian with
Obligations they both understand
There will be corn
At the end of the driveway
every morn
No questions asked
Categories:
discretion, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Be wise
Practice foresight
Discern* with God’s prudence
Midst schemes of evil attackers
Truth speaks!
*Malachi 3:18 … Discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him that serveth God and him that serveth him not.
June 21, 2019
Categories:
discretion, character, christian, spiritual, truth,
Form: Cinquain
When the night is at its blackest and
the moon sneaks behind the clouds,
and the owls began to call, you know
there is no place to hide.
When your brain begins to ponder, certain
things that you have done, and your heart
begins to flutter; while your skin starts growing
bumps, you know that he is near.
Hiding under sheets and blankets, and leaving
all the lights on, and locking all the doors and
windows, will not conceal your fears; for
he knows what you have done.
You try to call someone, but your mobil phone just
won’t turn on, and the gun you hid under your
pillow somehow isn’t there. A cool and pleasant
breeze enters, through a broken window pane.
Will he use a gun or knife you wonder, or will he
put his strong hands round my neck? Perhaps he’ll
use a wooden bat. How did he ever find me after over
twenty years?
Guess I’ll just pretend to be asleep, and hope he doesn’t
make me suffer, like what I did to her.
Categories:
discretion, dark, death, evil, murder,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
D-iscretion is the better part of valor,
E-vade the reckless action,
V-ery careful thinking
I-s far from destruction.
N-ever do something hastily that may cause big problem;
E-very bad move you make shall put you in mayhem.
O-n the thirtieth of August,
L-et your choice be free from error;
L-et your decision be right,
A-s discretion is the better part of valor.
Categories:
discretion, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
As twilight falls
The moon recalls
Mischievous waves reverse motion
Shores and shoals
Surrender their souls
Relent,giving back to the oceans
Spent waters reveal
Secrets concealed
Yet somehow remain discreet
Sands coming and going
Oceans ebbing and flowing
Taking some secrets dark and deep
Barefoot lovers
Hidden from others
On the shoreline walk hand in hand
Under the moon
Impassioned love blooms
Entangled they drop to the sand
Clouds shrouding the light
Make love in the night
Their impetuous scene discreet
Silent moon won't tell
The ocean will swell
At the bottom their secret will sleep
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
discretion, love,
Form: Rhyme
It's a public forum,
you should be discreet
and not divulge everything
to strangers you meet.
Some things should be
left to imagination
and not detailed
for the entire nation.
Your feelings are hurt,
you feel betrayed.
Too late you regret
the comments you made.
Think before posting
is my advice to you.
Once it's on the internet
your secrets are through.
* inspired by Team poetry soups current blog
Categories:
discretion, betrayal, feelings, writing,
Form: Rhyme
DISCRETION IS THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR
The river has run dry, its bed is empty sand.
Across the flower carpet’s dim and dusty land
Penstemon and brave little Brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -
Spreading petals and leaves which their vast
Tapestry of color and life weaves - but they fast
Revert to survival tactics and retract petals in fear
Of the drought of the Sonoran summer each year.
......................................................
Note
The poem’s title is taken from Shakespeare’s HENRY IV PART ONE
Categories:
discretion, summer,
Form: Couplet
Why hast thou oh white night
given self to infliction of pain?
Reverently you seek the inner sanctum
of divinity's last reign-
Greatness inscribed on vastness of
bloodless discretion-
Where is the garden of yesterday's feast
of golden friends?
Hath the dawn of rebirth silent and demure
given naught to fates decree-
I live yet to die
but death is but a dream
on the sea of remorse
Each day silver raindrop tears
sheltered by the crystalline knowledge
of you-
So I am given to memories
and my last dance
a chance to light the path
of golden conception
through which the door
of all my yesterdays
give way to new life
Have you been born yet?
Are you alive?
This poem was written and inspired by (E. E.) Cummings who is one of my all time favorite
poets. He invokes not just the mind but the spirit of all those who read his writings
Categories:
discretion, introspection, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
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