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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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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.
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
Granddads slippers started to wear,
And then tear,
Until more than a stitch here,
And stitch there,
Would be required, or a new pair,
Needed by the end of the year.
A suitable needle and thread did appear,
And for another year did sit there,
Maybe next year,
I will do the repair,
And another year did disappear,
Without use of needle and thread to repair,
Then the day came,
Shall we put them in the bin out there,
I said no fair,
And searching for needle and thread became a good idea,
Once found under there,
A plan to repair ,
Was whispered in my ear from somewhere,
Not sure where,
First the crater in the toe to work out how to repair,
A thought did appear,
For a bridge to be built there,
What about a suitable piece of torn cloth from that box over there,
To pull the sides into shape to help hide the wear,
Now for the next repair,
Another thought did appear,
Use the holes that are already there,
And now the other slipper and we are finished here,
Oh what a clever grandad I am,
With my slippers now again fit to wear.
For many a year,
Giving my family a chance to eat humble pie here,
As they never thought I could repair,
What they sought to put in the bin out there.
Hooray for grandads everywhere.
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
" 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
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
Your posts pretend to blow off steam
but your words are so very mean
time to eat some crow
maybe time to go
Your vile blogs make me want to scream
by Tania Kitchin
So many people are really just a fake
It's just who they are, dear lord, for heaven's sake
I just want them all to know
I'd fill their mouths with crow
And feed them as much as their fat cheeks can take
by Charlie Messina
A taste of revenge for the blogger
Whose intention is to cause bother
It's made perfectly clear
Folly falls on deaf ears
So fool, go eat crow for some fodder
by Belle Bellevue