Long Taker Poems
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Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
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Giver gave meals, desserts, gas money, love
Taker took them all gladly but demanded more
Giver tried to please. Gave a car and a home.
Taker made fun of giver for being a chump.
Giggling with friends about how easy giver was.
Giver heard but did not believe for she loved taker.
Taker claimed home was not good enough, hurting giver.
Giver helped taker paint and remodel the home.
Taker was pleased but not wholly satisfied. Wanted a better car.
Giver gave taker her own car. Taker loved it but could not afford insurance.
Giver could not afford it either thanks to giving too much to taker.
Asked taker to be really careful and always drive alone.
Yesterday taker drove past with six others, going way over the speed limit
Giver spoke to taker again, making taker really angry.
Taker wrecked the car to show Giver how angry she was.
Giver could not afford a replacement car so Taker has cut off ties
Looking now for a new giver as Giver stares at Taker’s photo
Lamenting the loss of her best friend.
There is supposed to be a partnership
Not just friendly companionship
Two people become one entity
Not physically but mentally
A relationship or marriage isn’t ever fifty fifty
No need for a meeting or committee
One maybe extra tired
And the other does as required
The next day roles may reverse
But you work together and diverse
One may be injured or have the flu
The next week the foot maybe on the other shoe
This swings in roundabouts
Never any resentment or doubts
One is the doer and one is the taker
If your the taker don’t be the breaker
You shouldn’t feel guilt for being unwell
Don’t be the one to scream and yell
If this is a long sickness
Remember it’s both your business
One maybe giving up their sanity
To prevent a calamity
Communication is the key to success
Instead you dampen any progress
Now is not the time to feel independent
And treat everyone else like they’re unpleasant
Your own words can prevent frustration
Instead of worsening the situation
Talking to prevent resentment
Instead filling with disappointment
It’s living two separate life’s
For now it has to suffice
Dwell not, O soul, on yesterday,
on sorrows past and gone -
the sketch you drew so long ago,
today may be redrawn.
Dwell not upon tomorrow's wars,
nor borrow from their pain -
that energy you need today
let not your worries drain.
Dwell not, O heart, on failures past
though each one left its scar -
rich lessons you have learned have forged
the person you now are.
Dwell not upon your victories,
for those shall also pass -
let not your pride construct a shrine
to trophies made of glass.
Dwell not, O soul, on others' gain
nor envy those with much -
contentment, paired with gratitude,
brings peace no wealth can touch.
Dwell not on anyone's downfall
as though it lifted up
your own estate; we're siblings all
and drink from the same cup.
So what is left, O soul - where does
the prudent soul pay heed?
Become less of a taker
always give to those in need.
Which seeds are we to plant
upon this plot of ground we plow?
Sow seeds of love, be brave, and dwell
in the eternal now.
Written 6 Dec 2020
It took me more than a long journey...
to learn what I have learned in a lifetime,
and thinking it over: it has been so worthwhile;
so love as I love and throw nothing away!
These instincts won't allow anything to be trifling,
giving nothing and expecting returns,
but appreciating whatever is given to anybody
in small or greater amounts;
who's more blessed the giver or the taker...
when you are told answers so misleading?
Money is useless to a miser,
if it is kept in a treasure chest without being given away!
Love seems to have lost that appeal so respectable,
its modern meaning is a word too trite;
it trenches on perfidious hearts, and it is trivial
when treated with unkindness and spite!
So love as I love and throw nothing away;
only those penetrating minds will know why!
Secure love's joys within grasped palms,
don't be misled by irrational ideas...
they provoke anger and invite trouble
for whomever believes in invidious love,
and regardless of how it harms,
its outcome will be imponderable;
and to impose on being loved is as thoughtless
as being irrelevant in any tone!
Love as I love and throw nothing away,
but a heavy heart can find itself
yearning for human sympathy:
when it is denied an inwardly laughter...
for not having appreciated its coming into existence;
and that insignificant life nobody will remember!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
There is heavenly bliss in the sunrise…
The sun is the giver and the taker of life
The grandmaster of spectacular manifestation
The god of the ancient civilizations
The sentinel of our times
The star of our world;
There’s magic in the picturesque sunset…
When the sun retreats
it sets the moon ablaze
drawing blood across the sky
melting into the tumultuous sea.
It stirs up the waves into a fierce frenzy
unleashing a horde of deep shadows
that engulfs the shoreline in darkness.
Turn wheresoever I might
I see mesmerizing celestial light…
Oh what a soul-soothing sight!
~Dawn or Dusk contest by Emile Pinet
Standing with defiance,
as a woman on her own.
Like the young Mr. Dylan,
she too was a rolling stone.
Star of the screen and stage,
her moves of sweet suspense.
Known for her high energy,
and musical reverence.
Icons of the era,
call her Queen of Thunderdome,
She got what she wanted,
and made the world her home.
The memory of her,
rolling on the river.
The honor of character,
not a taker but giver.
Now forever on video,
again she'll be all the rage.
For the new generation,
a bright star of the stage.
date: 6/18/23
Contest: What's Love Got To Do With It ?
sponsor: John Anderson
I love girl scout cookies!
Whew! I’m glad I got that off my chest.
Personally I think that trefoils and tagalongs are the best
I love the taste of shortbread and that peanut butter crunch BUT
in a pinch I’ll eat a thin mint…or that one with coconut.
And even though the increase in price sometimes makes me pause
I gladly hand over the money…
after all…it goes to a good cause.
This year they added a new flavor destined to make me fat
They put lemon glaze on the shortbread…OMG…Imagine that!
Each Lemon Up cookie has an intention…a mission
an ambition…a lofty goal
Each one is imprinted with a message
to be imprinted on my soul.
They tell me I’m a leader…I’m a risk taker
unlike the trefoil or tagalong…
that I’m an innovator
a go getter
they tell me I am strong…
Which is why when I took out my first lemon up
I was taken aback…appalled
When I read the message on my cookie
and it told me…I am bald.
“Although it’s true, what an odd message to put on a cookie.” I said to Deborah
She smiled and said, “Jim…you’re getting old
your cookie doesn’t say I am bald
your cookie says, I am bold.”
“Well that makes more sense.” I laughed
as I boldly ate my cookie…
every bite
hoping next year they’ll add one with carrots
to help improve my sight.
I want to write a poem about men
Because I love men so much
I think they are the coolest creatures on earth
Regal and proud
They have their own way
Of what they think their world should be ruled
They make big decisions, grand decisions
They come to a problem with a let’s solve it attitude
They know how to turn things around
They have an instinct for survival
They think of new ways
Constantly evolve
They don’t let setbacks set the norms
They said what can we do it today
They are one minded head for it risk taker
They set their own rules
Chart their own territory
Set up laws and orders
Society is nothing without men
They are the movers and shakers
Things change
And get done because of them
They don’t mind glory
But usually don’t toot the horn
They let others carry their own tune for them
They are so humble as nature provides it
They are so down to earth and kind
They speak softly yet loudly if it needs to be heard
Men what do we do without them?
We love them
And cherish them
They are the true blood of nature
Hot, full of adrenaline, testosterone
They make up who we are as a human race
Full of vigor full of strength
Glorious, splendor
They walk proud
Never know what it means to lose
Courageous, valorous, men of steel
Lion-hearted, noble, brave
They are what we stand for
Lover
Caretaker
Friend
We couldn’t do without them
And won’t do without talking to them
Life would get so boring
Without their company
Life of the party
They add spice
Flavor
Ingredients needed
For a successful life
Fulfilled and full of dreams
So men
We salute you
Keep on
Doing what you are best at
Turn the world around
Turn this heart of mine
Inside out
Do
So long ago I knew the game.
Back when I thought I had a name.
And lessons were for school days.
I never learned to change my ways.
Chorus
The shadow of the past was cast.
Who knew it wasn't meant to last.
No one is meant to live in sorrow.
I remember now, I forgot tomorrow.
I walked down that empty street.
With no chance of love to meet.
Looking down, afraid to see.
The other person I could be.
The shadow of the past was cast.
Who knew it wasn't meant to last.
No one is meant to live in sorrow.
I remember now, I forgot tomorrow.
Someday has come with latent light.
With shades of grey of black and white.
A long lost sense that I belong.
And now it's time to right the wrong.
repeat chorus
The open door without a lock.
Awaits the taker of the stock.
The only cost has now been paid.
And all the wait has now been weighed.
Repeat Chorus