Long Complainer Poems
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The Thankful Attorney
9/2/2023
“Grateful I went to university,” he whispered.
So joyful was he for his sparkling new office..
He smiled, just recalling nights as a waiter!
He’d walk home, in snow deep winters.
A man of dreams, far from a complainer.
Gratefulness sang songs in his blood.
God gave him the strong gift of ambition.
To serve his fellow man, he was indeed.fated.
That night, in his office ,he stunned the stars.
Bursting with pure joy,he had do sing.
“Amazing Grace, how good thou art!”
His life, as an Attorney. off to a munificent start!
Romios
Poem 2
“In My Own Style”
The Golden Rule
Help someone if and when you can
Help people as often as possible.
Give when you can even when your chips are low.
Try to do at least one good deed per day.
Malice towards none no matter how badly they may have wronged you.
Keep your heart stress free and worry free-hating none.
Be extremely honest-Let Honesty be your guide.
Be bluntly honest. Be Frank.
Be kind to others.
Be Kind, Be Kind, Be Kind--The emphasis is on being kind. Live to be kind to others and to animals.Good Karma will come back towards you like a rocket and overwhelm you.
Be Kind 25 hours a day in thoughts, words and deeds. Let Kindness rule your life.
Be kind even to those who are unknid to you.
Try hard not to bear malice nor envy.
As far as possible avoid confusionof any sort.
According to my deceased mom..teacher Mildred...as far as possible try not to be the complainer nor the complained.
And if you feel I left out any important one....put it in the comments section please. Your suggestions will be most welcomed. Thank you in advance.
TALK TO THE FATHER
Talk to the Father, to the Father, the Father
Tell Him you love Him, that you love Him
Love Him
Talk to the Father let Him know you love Him
Talk to the Father this you should do you ought to
Talk to the Father He knows what your needing and wanting
Because He already knows, He's all knowing''
Pray earnestly and joyishly
Don't be a complainer
Just praise the Lord
Talk to the Father
Hold His hand
As you walk through those terrible lands
Just hold His hand as you tarry though those lands
to the Father, to the Father, talk to Him
You'll go farther
If you'll just talk to the Father
Talk to the Father, to the Father, the Father
Tell Him you love Him, that you love Him
Love Him
Talk to the Father let Him know you love Him
Talk to the Father this you should do you ought to
Talk to the Father He knows what your needing and wanting
Because He already knows, He's all knowing''
You'll go farther
If you'll just talk to the Father
8/24/16
from the anthology “Purpose”
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2016
Talk to the Father
Tell Him you love Him
Ask Him for, forgiveness
And that you've been already blessed
With the freedom
with His virtue
With His unlimited love
With the blessings, that I'm accepting
That are so wonderfully from you. . .
Talk to the Father
Tell Him you love HIM
Raise your arms and hands to the sky
Talk to the Father
Tell Him just what you want, He already knows your needs
He knows what your needing and wanting
Because He knows, He all knowing
He knows, pray earnestly and joyously and wait for
your blessings they come they'll be here (there're already done)
Don't be a complainer, just praise the Lord
Hold on to HIS hand as we wander through these troubled lands
To the Father
On HIM I do call on
In praise
To the Father
On Him I do call on
in time of need
to the Father, to the Father
Talk to the Father, tell Him you love Him
You'll feel much better if you just talk to the Father
TODAY
Why bother shouting, screaming, fussing and ranting hissing and spitting just short of cussing, relax breathe
Talk to the Father, tell Him you love Him
You'll feel much better if you just talk to the Father
TODAY
Why bother
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 10 2016
From the anthology "Purpose"
They complain in the morning because their night was a fright
They complain at noon because their school lunch was not right.
They complain to everyone who enters their sight
They complain and complain, long into the night.
At first these complainers are rather entertaining
They complain about their umbrellas, and the fact that it’s raining
They complain about others, not ever refraining.
But after a while, others run away from their constant complaining
They complain about the traffic, and see others as bad.
They complain about their children, whose lives must be sad.
They complain about their parents, their mom more than their dad.
They complain until they lose every almost-friend they ever had.
They complain about their life, and the heat of the sun.
They take away our energy, zap our strength, and sour our fun.
They complain about their hot dog, and its tasteless bun.
If you see one, get out of there, fast, on a dead run.
I was a negative teen, not depressed -
My diary declared I was.
A complainer indeed, no one stopped me;
Only a sociology teacher
gave me some definitions to ponder.
I was a listener back then -
the friend not the one that needed advice
yet. But
no one heard me; I was cut off
from the world. Sheltered
is what my aunts said.
Seemed shameful, sad.
Pondered for years what it meant.
You really don’t know…
You don’t know what it means…
Then you don’t know how it fits
and then you ponder…
how do I fit?
I went to Catholic school from Kindergarten through 7th.
In 7th grade I had a teacher who told us about a séance
he was in. Who let him through the door?
That year I had a Ouiji board…what in the world
was going on THAT year! Later
I rebuked all of that and more.
I gave it up for the Lord, I adore.
All that gunk clogs up your spiritual arteries.
A steady diet of biblical truth cleans one out.
(In my country, Covid season is over and we're now in riot season (sigh), but this was for my son's school assignment.)
Covered in fancy spikes like a velcro ball,
you clink to just a few, but affect us all.
Bouncing throughout lands and traveling for free,
I'd love to be like you and sail every sea.
Silent, famous one, you're the talk of every town.
Corona, king of viruses, you boast your power crown.
Like a ruler, you dictate where I can and cannot go.
School has been cancelled as if there had been snow.
Now I type assignments from my busy laptop
and picture my friends at our empty bus stop.
You hold me inside like a vending machine container,
but since I get to miss school, I won't be a complainer.
6/11/20
Now I believe in
When the electronic machine said “I win”
Resorting in a town called city of sin
Coins dropped from below
Real American money you know
Proper start to my romantic night
Prime Rib, Lobster, and waistline ever so tight
This is something I believe in
Shaking my tonic and gin
Waiting for my next of kin
Suddenly she appears
Having a sneer
“Did you make the reservations for dinner?”
“You being such a winner”
“No,” I replied
After hearing what she cried
Shaking the Casino plastic container
That quieted my wedding bliss complainer
“We eat for free
You and me”
I reported
To the one I once courted
“That is what I see
Now maybe they will waive the entertainment fee”
Leaving my drink leaning on the machine slot
No longer needing another shot
I welcomed her with a hug
Since she was my love bug
“So how much is there?”
She gave me a stare
“Enough for two rib eyes
No lie
Shall we go
And afterwards take in a show.”
She then whispered in my ear
Starting with “Oh dear”
“Now I believe in
What you were past due in
Had a certain purpose
No strings or curses.”
Walking hand in hand
They passed a man
Who just smiled
Knowing tonight the deuce was wild
Paid off in style
With a pair
Cashing in on a lifetime affair
In a situational disaster
disintegrating faster
I need a little chat
with a mate, I got a bastard!
Who can't give his hand,
time is precious on demand,
not a fan of understanding,
he'll dis you and abandon.
Write it off as senseless,
and somewhat unimportant,
distance himself from involvement
and ignore it.
When you tell him your problem,
he'll tell you it's not one,
your approach is what you've got wrong,
then suggest another option,
Tell you it's all nothing,
because you see it how you shouldn't,
it's your thoughts that make you suffer,
and if he faced it then he wouldn't.
He sees himself superior,
up on his balcony,
living with one clear idea,
deny and lie without relief.
States firmly that what is happening
is not enough to factor him
says the fault is in your handling,
which he's fixed so stop your chattering.
His reality is the only one that's worthy,
his time is his and is not for serving
to any other person,
he'll desert them everytime for certain,
belittle them for hurting,
act like they deserve this,
He's a selfish person!
He acts like he's a mate,
but he doesn't give he takes,
yet he's always owed a favour,
excuses that he makes.
Always a complainer,
but then again he's fake,
turns hostile in behaviour,
mind games to get his way.
creates uncomfortable situations,
shows anger in conversations,
to divert those asking questions,
liars live this way.
Demands the attention on himself,
everytime he's in a struggle,
the seriousness is off the shelve,
must help when he's in trouble,
Unaware you live your life,
faking your stress in depth,
unaware of what he's like,
a victim now you've left.
Avoiding him is so unfair,
all he did was care,
what an absolute delude,
creating all that's there.
Those winter blahs, they're with us again
They can drag us down without doubt
It makes us feel like cursing bloody murder
Can't take it, I just want to shout
After all these years I still can't stand winter
Indoors for at least six months
As the years fly by, it gets harder to endure
As a kid I enjoyed winter once
Not a complainer, enjoy life to the fullest
But I wish they could cancel winter
Might even try coercing those weather gods
As I let out an audible whimper
I'll continue to try to lead an exemplary life
If winter could just be canceled
Never to complain about the wind and the rain
As long as our winter is annulled
This obviously sounds a bit selfish of me
There's many enjoying the cold
Skiing and tobogganing and having a great time
I'm not cut from that outdoorsy mould
© Jack Ellison 2015