Sugar Sugar everywhere taking it without plants if I dare.
Sugar Sugar make my arteries stiff and crisp, but do I really care?
Just for the record why should I keep giving free advice.
If the music that I make, just does not jive.
Guess you just don't have a case of the hives.
Its a serial crime to sell ce-real to kids.
Whether i boast my quake on oats on a general hill.
Or make kill logs of all the bowels I could have had.
But still these guys keep making me break-fast as an adult.
Let me open the box to see what prize i got.
Ohh look a dead cat which never got me my satisfaction back.
Guess I will just end up paying the price for seeking my prize.
Can we truly see what's real without cereals?
Well-known Rapper singer Snoop Dogg
shares lyrics and free advice in blog
produced great many popularized records
often nominated for grammy awards
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.
Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.
My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.
How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.
in reel life’s small doses,
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.
In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.
I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.
When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?
Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.
Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?
I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning,
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.
.
.
Of course, Norma Jeane Mortenson’s stage name was Marylin Monroe
Written for the 'Lost Poetry from History Challenge' contest.
Where you write a poem in the voice of an historical figure.
16:00.06-17
Free advice is cheap and so is talk...
Listen, weigh it ~ then walk the walk
Sticks and stones will break your bones
But hard liquor will kill you quicker
A penny saved is a penny earned
A dollar lent is a dollar burned
Free advice doesn't cost a cent
But it won't help you pay the rent
To gain success trust your ambition
Don't ever trust a politician
Live your life by the golden rule
Don't waste your life by being cruel
Take deep breaths when feeling nervous
Thank a veteran for their service
Live for today forget the past
Fair weathered friendships never last
Don't let hate invade your heart
It's hard to quit once you start
The Plump needs Enduring Exercise
To Excess Weight shed and check size,
I tell you: need to questions ask
For a just confronted task;
Navigator’s Compass arrange
For voyage that over seas range:
Your two legs straighten and back arch
Ahead of a circuitous March;
For The Anonymous Caller,
Calm Ears of one who is taller,
Priming them for Threats or Shy Love
To Caller: “You’re The One above!’’
Surely, one needs Balanced Diet
For relevance in A Riot…
All these Free Advice to revise
And their testing a means devise.
THE TALE
Walking down the street with my bare feet
The thoughts of Mahatma, Nelson Mandela, and Osagyefo
Pumping my blood towards the course of Emancipation
Freedom! - Is the word
The one true legend which opens up all minds
To set free the thoughts of the thoughtless
To make strong the spine that’s prone to Hopelessness
To give the Shy another chance
Confidence! - (A Core)
To reach and beyond boundaries unfathomed
And who can deny the “Wondrous-Magical” spirit
Provided by the Supreme Man upstairs
Our Father (GOD)
For He has given, even me, a purpose
To live,
To fight,
To survive (strive)
Not a super tale to be tossed with
Not to be forgotten
And not only to be told or passed
In successive generations
But to be lived,
To feel free,
To embrace;
Everything Destined….. (Free Advice)
BY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
I can't live in mystery
I'm waiting with bated breath
Where and when I'll stand or fall --
The hour of my death --
The facts of life are meaningless
There is no moral code
There may or may not be another side
Til then, get outta the road
Go ahead
Explain it away
I can't take the riddles
Quit knocking on my door
Stop advertising free advice
It isn't what I came here for
S'posed to write an indispensable memoir
An illegible tome of shame
People keep on interrupting
Tomorrow, it'll be the same
The same old scrutinizing
The same old sphere of doubt
Some miracles are worth baptising
But they're the kind we tend to throw out
Explain it all away --
Tear the cathedral down
We're pining for something long since gone
You can sense it just by
Sense it just by
Sense it just by looking around
Go 'head,
Explain it away.
Precious children in my care
laughed and frolicked, unaware
life would not forever be
simple, fun, and trouble-free.
Care, I’ll give, though they’re no more
unaware of what’s in store.
Be mentor? I will! They need
free advice. Perhaps they’ll heed!
March 1, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (March) contest placed 1st
My life is in confusion
Because of ones like you
Who tried to do the best for me
But were doing the best for you.
I may not know everything
But I do know what I do
I’d rather make my own mistakes
Than have you help me to.
I know I need to be alone
And sort this whole thing through
To see if I can handle myself
Is what I want to do
So you can keep your free advice
Your gifts and wisecracks too
Because I’m going to make it work
I’m going to make it through
Written 30 years ago during my divorce, whew, long time ago.
The clown in him thought, 'It's Limerick Time!'
Couldn't come up with a single darn line --
Poor guy racked his brain
Went nearly insane --
Saw that the second darn line didn't rhyme
He decided to write him a sonnet
Texted Shakespeare for free advice on it --
Willy didn't text back
Our friend thought, 'What a hack' --
Have to place a bee in the Bard's bonnet
These days it's clearly the fashion
To tell college grads: "Follow your passion."
Yet consider this quick note of caution:
Make sure with your passion you'll cash in.
For Example:
What if your passion is playing trombone?
You spend years and years trying to hone
The skill to emit the purest of tones;
But will you reap what you've sown?
Or simply work your fingers to the bone,
So you can stand in line for a loan?
Remember:
In life it pays to be practical,
Neither over didactical or under tactical;
For it not, the consequences
Tend to be quite 'dramatical,'
Or possibly morbidly theatrical.
Bottom Line:
So when deciding on what occupation to make your splash in,
Do not necessarily follow your passion,
Especially if it's something quite asinine.
Sign up instead for MY 'profession:'
Do as I say, not what you're best in!
I've always heard
about the New York minute
But nobody ever told me
about the New York hour
I'm speaking on the time of the day
when it seems like half the city
is out walking their dog
Everybody is aware,
everyone understands too
People have to let their dog out,
so they can do what they need to do
But if you're walking about
while all of those dogs are out
Here is some free advice offered from me to you
Don't be looking up at the stars,
or the pretty people in their cars
Instead be frequently checking the bottom of your shoe
Does anyone else agree with me
Don't you just hate to answer the phone
When you're sitting down to eat at night
They just cannot leave us alone
I'm talking about all those people
Trying to sell things all day long
They call them telemarkerters
And their timing is always wrong
You may be in the throne room
When your telephone starts to ring
You stump your toe on the way to the phone
Then you really start to sing
They don't all speak the same language
And they're hard to understand
When we tell them we don't need it
It turns to a demand
And never ask them a question
Or your life will be on hold
They have to go get the supervisor
To get that product sold
So the next time someone calls you
Take some free advice
It's OK to hang up on them
As long as you do it Nice
Welcome to the illicit villa
Where people come and go
A brief warmth of the palm
A touchy heart, a hearty laugh
Then out through the elusive door
Customary customers they are called,
All young and old
Accommodations are provided
Free advice and service for all
Short of mannequins? Just give us a call!
We are your humble servants
Blood, tears and gall
And the young ones
Oh, the tunneled youths
Passion burn like head of matchsticks
Uneven mushrooms they sprout
Under veils of deceiving shade
Growing too fast for their own liking
And yes, the pillars
Who can forget the pillars?
Stay rooted despite the trouble
Though the sky’s a grey all faded
Though the Sun all sullen and jaded
Unfazed by daunting clouds of doubts
Oh, they know no passion
Can’t stop the door from shutting
The cold wind whistles through
A pipe of melancholy, when all remains true
What’s unbecoming cannot be undone
To fade away
With the wind of passion
To be enslave in an unbroken faith
The freedom to stay
The choice is ours to take…
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