Long Advice Poems
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She would do what she knew her Daddy King would have done.
Stopped playing, it was time to get out a pistol and fight, not have fun.
Her heart was maneuvering spaceship, he was sweet, her kind son.
He had no idea what was happening on the first planet from the sun.
Remember I love you. You will always be my number one.
Prince Vally wondered why his sainted mother was holding a gun.
Is it dangerous? He asked her. He was fearful, her number one son.
More than you will ever guess, she told him. Bar the door when I run.
She took off without a hug, a kiss, or anything else her son might need.
He took her advice; She was wise. His imagination was freed.
If someone took his mother, he would beg, borrow, die and plead.
To get her returned to this ship. He would even sell his favorite steed.
Fate was with the queen that day, the fight was quick and soon over.
I have to tell you, I was worried, she told her dog, sweet gentle Rover.
Did not share outcome with her son. His heart would have turned over.
Empathetic lad would have hated all the dead she left lying in the clover.
No! They do not know me at all,
all of those shadows on the wall,
they gather and walk around me,
wonder who or what I could be.
speak in a language of their own,
a dialect to us unknown,
hand gestures and whispers abound,
much said, heard, yet without a sound.
a senior shadow with a stoop,
appears to attract bigger group,
perhaps the wisest of the lot,
this old peers thoughts, advice, much sought!
in that old dark archaic room,
there is a low light but less gloom,
me the centre, object of query,
their debate long without hurry.
night on night, debate continued,
several angles I was viewed,
their conclusions shall never know,
they walked away at morning glow.
mystery still I shall remain,
back though now in human domain,
no interest shown as shadows did,
truth about me still under a lid!
life a journey in quest of self,
the least understood was myself,
time will come for a truth window,
when I shall pass and be a shadow.
I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:
This screed you call Crack House of the 13 Gables
Is one long rant mixed with recycled fables
It wanders aimlessly, but never resolves
Characters pop out of nowhere, then simply dissolve
But the symbolism, sir, allow me to explain
The Victorian parlor represents pathos and pain
In the attic are mothballed broken dreams and betrayals
It's gonna shift your paradigm right off its rails
It’s a thousand-page odyssey into the surreal
The hedge maze is where all 14 sub-plots congeal
Enough! The only reason I called you in, punk
Is to meet the lunatic who scribbled this junk
So I slunk away, not a little dejected
Ain’t much fun being literarily rejected
Trudged back to my grueling, stale coffee grind
Working 15-hour days, going out of my mind
Then one day I met an old pal for some beers
Hadn't seen him in quite a few years
I told him about my rejection slip wrangle
He said buck up, you just need the right angle
I like reading novels, now don’t get me wrong
But writin' 'em, man, that just takes too damn long
And what a huge risk, 16 years you devoted
For no payday at all, just your ego imploded
There's no need to pen the next Moby Dick
Try something short, now that is the trick!
So, I thanked my friend for his most sage advice
And took it to heart without thinkin' thrice
And now I am back as a voice for the ages
Except I'm makin' my mark in far fewer pages
I write sound bites and maxims and pithy remarks
T-shirt slogans and jokes, I just do on a lark
I bang out poems and lyrics at the drop of a hat
Dash off 17 syllables in ten seconds flat
Haikus by the bunch
Cook up a batch before lunch
Put that in your pipe
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(Innuendo -- Pigs)
All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----
A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake for dinner, I made out of stones
Ratchet pigs fill their dirty mouths,
Consuming my soul, sipping on champagne
At peace with myself, brushing off the walls
Nevertheless, tonight they speak in tongues
-I strain my ears to listen;
While pettitoes approach my page
I hear the squeals, I hear the chit chat
from he/she that wears no shame.
Am I she, the evil one?
The one you penned -
Under the influence of manipulation
Trying to stifle my voice of beauty
No matter, I am crazy, a dreamer
Never claim to be THE INNOCENT,
The Poet Destroyer!!!
I ignore the walls when they speak
Nevertheless, tonight they have eyes
They watch my every move
A trotters dance, of togetherness
Forgetting the reason we are here
I will win and conquer my privacy
You can't destroy what you can't see
I am the glory of my day
I am God's pet!!!
A Lamb, wearing white
To others a wolf in disguise
Spitting slithers, swear
I am the Devil's Advocate
I marvel how they snort at night
Today I will crash the sore whispering party
You! My friend, no longer exist
You are naught more than cobwebs
You will dream about me, write about me
I will give you ammo, then read it from you.
I will show you what a demon is!
Like the light and envy of every moon
I shall ask my reflection and remove
the residue from hogging lips.
I will watch you urbane the truth
The heat and lust I conquer from you
A font with no reflection, dating apples
Heading away from its own advice
A hard task from its quill, enjoying leftovers
Pinpointing fingers among shallow dreams
It's sickening to see pigs pat each others back
Feeding on my demonic words
Convoying innuendos in my bearing
Now it's my turn, to turn the roaster on
With no interest in removing muddy sheets
I shall smile and walk away
In - joy - my heart beats and smiles
Knowing, I made you look --- AGAIN!!!
By: PD
Some days are bright and shiny
But it's got nothing to do with the weather
It's all to do with attitude
Sometimes the smallest things
Can send us down the path of negativity
Or conversely down “Happiness Street”
Depending on which way the wind's blowing
It's a tough life if you don't weaken
My advice to you guys is this...
GO WITH THE FLOW!
As hard as that may seem at times
Not to say we should always succumb
But compromise is the key word here
NOTHING is so important
That it stops us from kissing and making up
The simple phrase...
“I'M SORRY” means so so much
True true love will win out every time
TRUST ME!
Everywhere we see the signs,
Unstable, Fragile, Caution,
So why don't people have such signs,
So folks can take precautions.
Some folks have a real short fuse,
That's sometimes unsuspected,
And when we step on tender toes,
The reaction's unexpected.
Other folks can play and tease,
And make jokes all day long,
But if you do the same to them,
You'll find that you thought wrong.
With this in mind I leave you with,
Some wise and sage advice,
When dealing with most folks my friend,
Some can be un-nice;
'Cause some folks can have a temper,
Be unthinking, unfair often,
So no matter what your dealings,
Please proceed with caution.
She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat,
Lest haste consume your soul's retreat.
Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time,
For pleasing all is a futile rhyme.
In seeking validation, you may lose your way,
And those you please will mock you on your final day.
Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress,
For pleasing others can lead to financial distress.
You can't please all, not even those you love,
Do little things that bring joy from above.
Take care of yourself, find happiness true,
For in your joy, others will find joy anew.
Beware of three: the young, the old, the weak,
For lies can bind you, and freedom you may seek.
Heed this advice, a treasure rare and true,
Worth more than gold, and wisdom shining through.
SON OF MINE
The sky darkens,
Rain gathers and descends,
Seeds planted by the farmer,
Trunks shaped by the sawyer,
Nails drove in by the hammer,
What goes around comes around,
This is the connection of life.
No man was born an adult,
Perspectives of life are many,
Let your eyes see the good vision,
Vision that brings caution,
Lest you fail oh my son,
But give light to darkness as the sun,
Let your hand grab the vital tools,
The tools that bulids a future,
A future of incorruptible nature,
Hear this Oh my son
From the clay a pot is made,
From the wood the rod is made,
The rod of correction that teaches,
That teaches the principle of life,
Life of human virtues,
Virtues that are eternal,
Let the rod abide in your heart,
And let your days be merry,
Oh,my son.
I will not come looking for you
I will stay in my cocoon…
Here it’s safe and warm
Here there is no harm
Here there is no fear
Here there is no tear
Here there is no pain
Here there is no bane
I will not come looking for you
You may come in search of me
And I can guarantee
That here you will find
A word that is kind
A smile that is true
A kiss just for you
A nice warm embrace
A sweet smiling face
A shared little rhyme
A feeling sublime
I won’t coming looking for you
I’ve done that and cried
I do have my pride
All silliness aside…
Here’s advice that is free:
Come, come looking for ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali