Life experience can only be gained,
When one owns their mistakes,
When one owns their successes,
When one owns their failures,
When one owns their responsibilities,
When one owns their limits,
When one owns their right to eat humble pie.
Own these things and you will find a rich vein of life,
That surpasses earlier expectations of what one needs to own,
To give one a sense of self worth,
That enables one to look back with few regrets and less guilt,
Over a life that always had room for improvement.
Sometimes there is sorrow,
Behind a smile.
Sometimes the one you love,
, cramps your style.
You can find love,
Behind hate.
You should always,
Pull your weight.
You can hear the best,
In the dead of silence.
You can be caught,
Off balance.
Someone with nothing, will give
Before someone with everything.
Sometimes nothing is better,
Then just anything.
It's easier if you walk,
Before you run.
Never get caught,
Holding a smoking gun.
A little hell can lead,
To a lot of heaven.
You can be forgiving,
Without the confession.
The darkest hour is,
Before the dawn.
You can listen to music,
Never hear the song.
Tears can lead to a
Place of smiles.
Always be willing to go
The extra miles.
Most times there is truth
Within a lie.
Sometimes you will have
To eat, humble pie.
Accept your flaws,
They won't be used against you.
You will have to answer for,
The things you do.
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" Those who serve arrogance as their main course
will eat humble pie for dessert. " ~~~
Frank. K. Sonnenberg.
Humble Pie can be sweet
Or it can be tart.
It's down to our attitude when we eat
And take the lessons to heart.
Either way, it's good for us!
It keeps us in our place.
A bit like meds, unpleasant at first,
But a change is seen in our face.
A better side of our self shines out
And it makes others smile.
For the good of our personality
We must eat of it once in a while.
Written 11th January 2022
For the BUZZWORDS contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Darling, I fear
you never liked me
for when I look at you in the mirror
I see the scars that
betrayed your body and the soul that never sermonized me
I shall not live in vain, so let me
eat humble pie
No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
by Jenna Logan
Their "platforms" anchored, tightly tethered
Their statements all "if, ands, and whethers"
While blowing their horns
And spitting out thorns
From mouths full of fluffy crow feathers
by John Lawless
Cruel comments, sure catch one's eye
Demeaning, vindictive, but sly
Trolls aim to debase
And leave a bad taste
Perhaps they should eat humble pie
by Jan Allison
Some people just won't admit when they're wrong
Like to spin yarns and then string you along
But without any doubt
They are always caught out
Then feast on the first crow that comes along
by Tom Cunningham
Will he choke while eating crow
A feeble mind he does show
He messed in the blog
When he slopped his hog
His words are wind and they blow
by Mark Koplin
When an error has been made
Of gigantic measure
And you have to apologize
Knowing this gives you no pleasure
You thought you were right
Of this you never doubt
People have lost faith in you
Now they have found you out
The error you made involved a lie
It has been made clear to you
You must eat Humble Pie
It is not the Company's fault
That you have been so slack
So take a big bite
Before you get the sack
You're not a coward
having shown a great lack of intelligence
or common sense within arrogance towards another opinion
For that which matters deeply disturbed blocked out
hard hitting truth in evidence reads between the lines,
Micky mouse can clearly see the victim trapped
pushing false agendas that promote hate
Inside the visible truth we can see lost
closed doors behind the veil a bully in words
to speak correctly toned casting names of judgement
condemning wisdom hitting a brick wall
chained prisoner of deception
Killing every fact as if tortured behind the mask
attacking victims whom are silent ghosts
Violence towards another being is the code you live by
its easier to eat humble pie and admit defeat
there is no getting through and saving these souls
Brainwashed against the word of God
what can you say about that which matters
Ok keep below the radar, stay out of sight,
Bury your head in the sand, do not incite,
Why get involved, it’s not your fight,
Zip up your mouth, should be alright.
Rise above them, turn the other cheek,
Play It real cool, no trouble you seek,
Come on dad, they’ll think I’m a geek,
I want to look strong, not appear weak.
Oh I see! so you want to act tough,
Look like your made, from real hard stuff,
Grind your teeth, Want to play rough,
What if they decide, to call your bluff.
Better be able, to swallow your pride,
Eat humble pie, then go take a ride,
Don’t want to be like, a little girl guide,
Run home to mummy, or go and hide.
I won’t be bullied, I’ll stand my ground,
I’m not going to get pushed around,
Face the music, go round for round,
Whoa there kid, it’s courage you found,
Got more balls than me, her dad frowned.
By
David Kavanagh
You should admit your mistakes and eat humble pie -
a much better option than sour grapes' juice in your eye!
Life or Death Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
7/18/18
HUMBLE PIE
When it's dark outside in the middle of the day,
And still freezing in the middle of the month of may,
All pleasures in life are distant, no where near, but far,
The tests of life defining who you truly are.
When the promises of God you hold so dear,
and answers seem much farther than you thought were near,
Before you hang your head and cry,
Say your grace for the slice of humble pie.
It is a dessert that many wish not to eat,
Not a one for which one would give in and cheat,
Not to be eaten with a cold glass of complaining and mumble,
Or a hot cup of miserable, griping and grumble.
Though humble pie is neither a sweet or savory treat,
It's filled with the fresh fruit of bitter-sweet.
When made for you, the smells don't fill the air,
When sliced, who in God’s name would want a share.
Not to be hewn in the face for a funny game,
But to be eaten in humility, blessing His Name.
God knows when you've had enough, though you may wonder when and why,
As you take each bite with a tearful sigh,
As for the reasons, why me? Only God knows why,
So trust Him when it's your time, to eat humble pie.
Pride reigns supreme in my country where a man would rather trail off to slumber with hunger gnawing at his entrails than be compelled to eat humble pie.
Country India
Date Sept 4, 2016
Contest Where I live
One liner
The Elitists in Government are dragging their feet,
while "the people" eat humble pie and sweat,
wondering how far their lives will plunge into
the unknown depths of chaos and debt,
They wine, dine and schmooze on the
Hill of no thrills,
In the meantime, people are losing their homes,
Dropping dead or electing to end
their lives with pills or any means they
can find, because they can't afford to
take care of their children as they should,
Yet, the Politicians continue to act as if
United States' condition is "All Good"
With indifference they retire to their mansions
and lives of prosperity, while the "little people"
are left hanging in the wind,
Then they turn around and blame their incompetence
on the only minority who is desperately trying to save the
country from ruin and pestilence.....
Some poets take Soup contests so seriously
If they lose they respond so injuriously
We’re here to have fun; isn’t that really the point?
And a czar of ALL contests, we just won’t anoint
We win and we lose but grow tired of the whining
The stress, grief and tension are all now combining
If you suffer poormewhininglosersyndrome
Just remember the prize you can’t always take home
We all spend a lot of time writing for contests
If we win only one, we should feel we are blessed
We must all learn to eat humble pie now and then
And put an end to brooding like flustered old hens
Our commander in chief
will soon leave office what a relief
for he has occasion and a reason
to engulf a gulf into war
from the Persian gulf to Capsian sea
our leader to his guilt will cop a plea
for the crime he has committed
and the perfect punishment should be fitted
for all the flack
he should pick up trash in Iraq
for all his lies
from a horse's butt he should swat flies
for his cabinet in question
he should not have access to the button
for the threat of nukes in the sky
he should eat humble pie
for the hour is at hand
where as a country we should tae a stand
and put in command
someone we demand
no more recounts
and questionable elections
for these transactions are but reflections
our time in now
bring home or sons and daughter and leave not one P.O.W
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