fearlessly daring and heartfully caring, a support role model
All those movie characters
Crying in the shower
Definitely staged
But guess not
Short fits of panic
Fizzing in the steam
My lifelike dreams
Scare me
Waking up
Between dreams
To realize
You were never there to begin with
Never there for me,
When I needed you most
Yet the warmth, the smell
Felt so
Seemed so real
It’s a shame
Your words were somewhat of comfort
And there were bejeweled moments
That I treasured
But they’re all gone now
Can’t go back to what it was before
Those who break my heart
Thrice,
Fivefold,
They are done for
The fantasical school life
The fall festivals
All of my own concoction of
My subconscious
My past
Haunts me
This Halloween
My thoughts
Petrify me
Nostalgia mixed with
Bubbles of
What coulda, shoulda, woulda happened
I pause in my own thoughts
Falling
Are the role models
I’ve looked up to
Where are they now
There are no heroes
Everyone is human
And somehow that is
The most frightening
Somehow hope is lost
My anxiety
Creeping on me
And I am losing it
I am probably losing it
And I just wish to god
Things would
Get better
Typical season
Pitfalls no reason
I'm covered in Soul
My arose my emotion still in flow
Now knowing where I show
I know my truest self
Holden, holder, to my middle breath
Model role, role model
11/26/22/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
These children need a male role model, the teacher said.
But, I argued. He would have to be sane, right in the head.
She rolled her eyes, believing that all males are well-bred.
Which tells me that her global knowledge is all but dead.
What about that dude? I ask as he climbs off a mo-ped.
He doesn’t look like our type, said the teacher, Miss. Fred.
The guy laughed at her idiocy, and picked lint off his thread.
This, my dear, is our Principal, Mr. Theodore also called Ted.
She looks embarrassed, and her face turns a lovely red.
These children need a male role model, she quickly tells Ted.
Ted nods his head and says “I have been to my homestead.”
“Shortly, we will be joined by my big brother Take-No-Prisoners-Ned.”
She looks up to me I'm her role model
I birth her after nine months
Yet caught up on a world
Of deception
I shelter her
To keep her safe
Yet I feel like giving her wings to fly
She looks up to me as a role model
Will one day she sit in front of billions
Of people
Only the God I serve up above does know
Yet lessons are a respectable way of steering through life's twisted roads.
Mommy made the living and did all the housework.
Daddy was a thinker, a writer, a dreamer.
Mommy worked jobs for over sixty years.
Daddy was an idealist, an intellect, a planner.
He stayed in the house, writing his novels.
Children understood the message.
Daughter has a sturdy marriage, she and her husband both work.
She has decided if he quits his job, she is gone.
Son understood the message too.
He is a dreamer, a write, he wants to be supported.
Yesterday his sixth wife divorced him.
He can curse up a storm
make a sailor blush
Foul blue language
spewed out in a gush
Could strip paint clean
off a battleship
Exponentially worse if
you give him any lip
Rambling in sincerity's guise
but his worst 4-letter words
are all his LIES
8/16/2020
The poem was partially inspired by a phrase I would hear from time to time as I was growing up. “He’s a potty mouth and he needs to have it cleaned out with soap!” I can assure you the repeated uttering of that phrase wasn’t directed towards me as it took only one time to put me on the straight and narrow ;)
What a handsome actor you are,
You have very beautiful eyes.
Your slim good-looking stature,
The many roles you caressed with excellence.
The leading women that were blessed to act with you,
I wished to be an actress at one time.
Happily married with children,
How nice to see you act on screen.
And to become one of the great performers of the century,
I would wish to be the Marlene Dietrich of your life.
Just discovered you one day,
The magic of acting exists.
God blesses us with good role models,
I wish I could stand in line for your autograph and shake your strong hands.
I like you in your cowboy suit and hat,
May God bless you and yours.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama, our first African American first lady has her own accomplishments which far exceed what she had dreamed of when she was a little girl in Chicago. She has been a lawyer, university administrator, writer, and advocate. She has won a grammy award, shorty award, and Nickelodean Kid’s Choice award. She is multi-talented, presidential enough to be elected president herself. She has shown grace, confidence and beauty in the face of every challenge. Her husband Barack and her children Malia and Sasha are proud of her and her accomplishments. “I always tell young girls to surround yourself with goodness,” she is quoted. “I learned early on how to get haters out of my life.”
She is the vision of assertive womanhood.
michelle obama
role model to young women
grace personified
When she does not get her way she throws a fit.
That is what I do! Her mother told us.
In a delighted way, proud.
She does not get along well with her classmates.
They are a bunch of losers! Her mother said.
Glowering at us, fists clenched.
The teacher and I looked at each other.
I think she would be happier if she had friends, I said.
As softly as I could.
Her mother stared at me.
Then she threw back her head and laughed.
Not with THESE losers! She said.
These losers are five and six.
you can help other stand
if you donate
take brothers hande
to the promise land
put mabe
one dollar
be A
ROLE MODEL
The Role Model
Would that I could be a star
an athlete with fame renown
to sink a ball into a hoop
or smack a ball with a wooden bat
and carry a ball across a field
where the measure of man
is contractual gain
even though I must play in the rain
To be a role model
for the common youth
even though I am uncouth
I may shoot a man
abuse a woman
commit adultery when I can
I can box very well
and beat someone without a care
and if that doesn’t work
I’ll bite off an ear
I must practice each day to make the win
and after the game, let the fun begin
excellent drugs, let freedom ring!
ah, would that I could be a star
an athlete with fame renown
I just sign here and here’s my goal
all I do is sell my soul
November 27,2013
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Their role model
Is the thieving
Politician mama
He fights poverty
By creating poverty
In his defense
Identical footprints
Which were never meant to be traced
Impressionable eyes
Often disguised
Longing to suffer a taste
Following the lead
Of his same seed
Mimics the brother he idols
Their fatal mistake
Discussed at the wake
Where torrential eyes were unbridled
The older offspring
Choked by the rings
Decades before the event
The shadows that passed
Wearing a mask
Escaped with the fortunes they'd spent
In memory of my brother: Stop Smoking
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
A teacher in my life,
to whom I have never told a lie.
She is the messenger of god,
and is the role model for all.
She teaches me the lesson of discipline, correctness and forgiveness,
so that my life is full of happiness.
A teacher who is wise,
She cares for me and wears no disguise.
She reminds me of the moral values and responsibilities,
So that I am not addicted to some bad quality,
She sometimes gets angry on me,
but I don't feel bad of it,
because She is the book of knowledge for me.
She is diligent and smart,Having a loving heart,
She is a storehouse of knowledge,
And has a unlimited mileage,
She can work 24 hours of the day,
Without giving a braek to the way,
She is none other than my teacher-my role model.
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