Inexperience Poems

With a Gentle Hand - Mystic

With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience—
Humbled, childish human in need.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Along gravel tracks, who's pitied 
Our paucity injurious.
With a gentle hand, Father lead 
Our mass of inexperience.

Clean Up, Up Sell , Encampments

A language loss from inexperience 
Reality
Foot immersion and crimes of indifference
These are crimes of a financial nature
The poor are a protected minority 
Protected by poverty laws
These laws enlighten people
In the articles of hate crimes

Please challenge your mind to read
And thus acclimate to a discussion you
Are skewing 

Remember the government is not a business 
And is not capable of turning a profit 
In phrase
Unjusting a penny?

Also I found that writing a law into the books
Requires blind Jewish criminals to worship
Their religion again

Jack 162

Jack 162	10 Apr 2025

Ask me what I see
And my reply might be negative

I don’t see in colour, be it hair, eyes or skin

I don’t see any superiority, in any given religion
when they all give faith and strength to those that believe

I don’t see identity as an issue, it’s a personal matter of choice

I don’t see ability or disability, just capability

I don’t see personal opinions as right or wrong, just different

I don’t see big or small, fat or thin, just individuals

I don’t see old or young, experience or inexperience

Just stages of life’s journey

Ask me what I see

I see a world full of continuums and spectrums

And all of us are on, each and every one of them, somewhere or other along the line

I see individuals not labels

I see uniqueness

Falling Away

I want to fall away… but I held on
I want to hold on… yet I fell away
Feelings sway to belong to begone
I wanted tomorrow from a yesterday

We invented time
Does it mean it’ll never end?
Timeless to find
Lifetimes to never know when

I would wish for something I never knew
Yet never can we understand beyond
Living lives exhausted to feel
Where had we belong?

Too much was nothing more
A little is perhaps something
I need experience to ignore
And inexperience to once more dream

I held on to fall away
Falling into where I belong
Life forever holds sway
For every tomorrow to be gone
………….

HUMILIATION

People will humiliate you
People who don't want your best
People who are against you
People who don't know your worth 
People who don't know who you are
People without humility.

People will humiliate you
People who wants applause
People who wants attention
People who wants power
Some for fun 
Most for belittling
Others just because of their inexperience.

People will humiliate you
People who wanna be above you
So they can use you
Rule and ruin you
Bend and break you
Tame and shame you 
Just to make you bow to them reigns forever.

CRAZY WORLD

So many Societal flaws 
He's so flawless 
Always doing what's right 
Maintaining 
His ancestral lineage.

So many weaknesses 
He's so strong 
Always standing firm
Striving 
To liberate all from their inexperience.

So many opportunities 
He was given none
But, never hated
Neither did he switched 
He's one of a kind
Very rare and irreplaceable.

Infancy - Potd

Inception of true life,
  Incitement of new birth,
Immaturity pure,
  Instruction to follow,
Information from books,
  Inexperience but
It leads to deep learning.

Glorious Green

Blend of yellow and blue, it's a pickle and lime.
It is jealousy's hue and a plant in its prime.

It's an emerald, jade, and a lawn-covered yard
And St. Patrick's parade and an alien's card.

On a pond it is scum, in Wisconsin a bay.
It's a gardener's thumb and a soldier's beret.

It's a salad and spruce and a phosphorous glow, 
Part of teal and chartreuse, and a light saying go.

It is chlorophyll, dill, and a countenance ill,
Dollar bill in a till and Hibernian hill.

It is Anne's house of gables, a slime-covered wreck,
Jolly giant on labels, and Kermit and Shrek.

It is leprechauns, mold, inexperience, and tea.
It's the place putts are holed and a party and pea.

It's rebellious hair and a ghoul's ghastly teeth;
A pistachio, pear, and a Christmastime wreath. 

It is mint-flavored jelly, a jungle and bean.
It's viridian, Kelly, and olive--it's green!

Transition Town Time

It was E. B. White
who famously lamented

Waking each morning
feeling prevented
from improving
his worldview experience

Or waking each morning
feeling joy
for improvements made
during views of Earth
sacred smack in Her 
other wise dead head
inexperience

Or something
probably not so involved
but with the same
missing the potential
for

Waking each morning
committed to enjoy improving
my co-invested worldview
sacred health-humored 
wealth of experience.

But not in a preachy
judgment way,
more of a cosmic beauty
sacred green holonic
kinda open wholeEarth systemic
sort of win/win play

More trauma-informed
by advocates
for green cooperative
deep learning non-violent communication
ecofeminist EarthTribe Day
and Transition Town Time
for restoring resilient EarthJustice.

A Talented Loving Group

Laura my friend from the past

Has reappeared after ten long years

She was my first real friend

Here on the Soup and never forgotten

I was a little apprehensive

About joining coz of my inexperience

But Laura was one of the first

To put my old heart at ease  

Inviting me in with wide open arms

Making me feel totally at ease

So for as long as Laura is back with us

Her heart will be part of this loving group

Of really talented folks

To you dear Laura thanks a bunch!

My Work In a Bank

My knowledge of bankers is limited and esoteric.
They have a virtuosity of keeping a poker face no matter what.
Even during a robbery, they are to act as nonchalant charlatans.
Handing over vast amounts of loot, stereotypically including dye lot.

I did not realize how banks operate when I arrived as a newbie.
My inexperience and ineffectiveness was measureable.
I had not planned to land a bank job at all; I wanted to be a ballerina.
But having never danced or even worn a tutu, what are the odds?

I am on auditory alert this morning at my teller’s cage.
The guy behind the old lady I am serving has a stony glare.
I ask her about her son’s new plane’s rollout, to stretch time.
Justifying nothing, she explains about his psychological problems.

Prevention is better than waiting for a shot in the knee right?
The second the stony-faced soldier comes closer I pepper spray him.
In the eyes; he yelps like a surprised puppy!
The bank manager comes running over. And my job is over.
No worries. I have hated all four hours of this job any way.

Clueless and Confident

You ain’t got no brains or sense 
combined with inexperience, 
all you are is somewhat dense 
lacking all significance. 

You don’t see the world around you 
always stuck in your own head, 
missing clear points in your view 
to lies so bad you sound brain dead. 

Taking credit that’s undeserved 
away from those who do the work, 
and when complaints of you are served 
deflecting them reveals your worth. 

Shameful acts and desperation 
lacking any form of talent, 
confused without an education 
unaware of what you haven’t.

When somebody calls you special 
you believe it to be a compliment,
with ignorance on another level 
you’re both clueless and confident. 

Luckily you’re just too thick 
and too proud to improve, 
never understand one bit, 
the stupidity of you.

Opening the Veil

Four years ago now 
My world became more…
Full
The moment my feet touched Denver’s soil
Another world decided to make its presence known
A cyclist dressed in full regale
One blink and she was gone
An angry female 
Whispering tales of horror
No one else could hear
My inexperience kept her actual
Words just out of reach
Ghosts were as real as you and me
Until I watched Denver slowly disappear
Out the back window of my getaway RV
Now they only fill the spaces in between
The corner of my eye catches their movement daily
But they no longer want to come out to play
Well, except for the dog that surprises me from time to time
I kneel down to pick him up
Mistakenly thinking him my precious Doobers
Only to realize my baby’s in the other room
Dreaming a lovely dream…
I’m left wondering will I ever wake from mine

10/14/2021
Ghost Lace Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke

Ah To Reminisce

Ah, to reminisce,
to peer through rose colored glasses
smooth the edges of
pointed encounters
tamp down the burning
embers of memory
smoldering in silent seclusion.
To change the tone
texture and import
of echoed retorts
polish the participation trophy
sitting alone on the shelf
knowing that time
does not heal
nor dreams dissipate
those moments
and yet….yes yet…
I question the roots
of such reminiscences
anecdotal recollections
based on the youthful folly
of ineptitudes inexperience.
                                           For the older I get
                                                                     the better I was.

John G. Lawless
3/18/2021

Life's Lessons

You have seen it all, the good, the bad
Handled crisis soundly for which you are glad
At an age where you can no longer do physical labour 
Why not leave behind a legacy of life in all its flavour

Words of wisdom gathered from experience
Few lines of caution to aid those with inexperience
Some words on values which are depleting day by day 
Some thoughts to ponder on life and its way

Some memories of mistakes and your learnings 
Some memorable memories of sudden turnings
Crises and how you handled it all
Advice on how to avert a fall

One day death suddenly might come
You may not be there to mentor them 
Why not leave behind a legacy for them
Many long for someone to guide them 

Future generations will gain a lot
Thank you for lessons well taught

13th March 2021
Inspired by
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