Why do men have an Adam's apple?
Because of sin and how we grapple
(It was Satan who did deceive Eve and ironically
It was Adam who choked (like the eye and the mote)
One thousand deaths every time we sin
One thousand breaths, this death, the lack therein
Then we eat sin and it becomes caught in our throat
Because we did not meet sin as one not inchoate
We don't support our wives even when we're right there
Why didn't Adam step in for his maiden so fair
Because we don't speak up in everyday conversation**
We don't meet the nay-sayer in every contemplation
We are called to battle sin everyday
Not explain or justify our sin away
So turn away from the sin that we play with
And away from the life that we decay with
And make a turn to a Savior because of our behavior
Have a stiff upper lip before the slip of the lip
Because Jesus rows us away from the slave ship
As I complete this poem and hand down this sentence
We've been given the gift-command of repentance
If every cloud had
a Silver Lining...
If lightning were only
illumination...
and our story together
had a happy ending --
then, I would write,
only Happy Faces.
But, pencil points break
a tear marks a page indelible
will not accept a word, tears
with every new impression
attempted --
I read a poem, a little while ago;
a sad poem...and your memory
returned -- A grave is so damn
insensitive! I know...get over it!
Stiff Upper Lip recalls your tender
moistening.
With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi
He wore his desert wellies
With suitably besocked feet
As he strode manfully along
The rain driven wet street.
Britain in the summer time,
Ten climates in one day,
So the British stiff upper lip
Really is the only way
To extract maximum enjoyment
From such a variable clime
And to spend hours pondering
Is just a waste of time.
So we wear our Desert Wellies
Ensuring we’re not being rude
By appearing on the street
With feet that are nude.
A man can maintain his dignity
Ensure his social stock
So long as each sandalled foot
Be modestly clothed in sock.
STOIC
Some people describe me as stoical
Stiff upper lip and chin raised, I’d say
Yet take it as it comes – it is the way
I’ve firmly held views, always logical
It’s probably inherited from my parents
I’m imbued with a sense of being strong
Of course, knowing right from wrong
And really about showing forbearance
The lack of anger shown isn’t monotony
Slightly more meaning than just a shrug
But never falling into a hole one has dug
And it can be described as a philosophy
Ze French, they are haughty
Kremlinites, vulgar, crude
Le artiste charcoal sketches
in the unvarnished nude
Brits keep a stiff upper lip
Pointy-shoed Italians think they are hip
Ukrainians fight like the dickens
their stockpiles reduced to slim pickens
Smile through your troubles
even when clouds are gray.
It's not easy, I know.
Keep a stiff upper lip.
Don't let your sad face show!
Smile through your troubles.
Don't ever lose your smile
when life deals you a blow.
You'll get past the rough phase;
go with life's ebb and flow.
Smile through your troubles
Let all your woes go numb;
everything will be fine.
Just put your faith in God.
In you, his light does shine.
Now we have been released from the EU, and its cheap cost of livingWe are now going British with prices that are more than unforgiving
Life is not a stroll
In the park.
It's a reach for something
In the dark.
You have to keep what
Matters close.
Memories come back and
Haunt you like a ghost.
We are the
Strong ones.
Still standing when
Hell comes.
Things change in the
Blink of an eye.
Still drinking when
The well runs dry.
Doing the right thing,
Lay it on the line.
Still believing when
The sun won't shine.
We can handle a
Hard day's night.
We won't quit when
It doesn't go right.
Have to man-up when
The time comes.
Life brings it, and
Then some.
We face adversity with
A stiff upper-lip.
No white flag,
We go down with our ship.
Turbo1904 ?
Keep a stiff upper lip, it isn't that bad
Things will surely get better
Life is a series of these ups and downs
Surely isn't always fair weather
Unpredictable is a word that's often used
When referring to things in general
For some strange reason as we all get older
Life gets somewhat less pleasurable
Can't do the things we once did with ease
Restricted by physical abilities
At one time things were second nature to us
They now restrict our activities
But all things considered I'm doing quite well
For a man of my advancing years
Can't do ALL the things I once used to do
Also lost some brain matter I fear
12/4/2021
Being hated does not mean,
you have to hate,
If you believe,
you can change the fickle finger of fate.
All twisted up,
with clowns and fools,
Trying to build your fortress,
with the wrong tools.
Always willing,
to pay the cost,
If you stay stagnant,
forever lost.
Everything that brings comfort,
disappears it's gone,
For the love of GOD,
just hold on.
Seeking answers,
you will never find,
As you mature,
you realize it's a state of mind.
It lives deep,
within the brain,
No action,
then it remains the same.
Stay focused,
on the task at hand,
Try not to make promises,
nothing goes as planned.
Do not allow others,
to sail your ship,
In the face of danger,
keep a stiff upper lip.
Most things work out,
they always do,
Never let the problem,
get bigger you.
TURBO1904
Is it right for you
Is it want you want
A fake dream made of lies
You’ve been designed to just push-on
Consume and pay for this
Consume and pay for that
Before you’re in your thirties
A lifetime full of debt
Stiff upper lip
What a load of crap
Swallow all the pain and stress you want
It’s your heart attack
Do you ever stop and see the mirror cries
Or do you look away, happy with your lies
Do you ever just sit and stop
Listen to your mind
Hear the cries of your soul
Begging to save your life
Old Fred had a kitchen disaster
And urgently needed a plaster
How his work buddies snicker
At the dinosaur sticker
A stiff upper lip Fred must master!
A factual poem with a little sprinkle of poetic licence... My hubby (he's not called Fred) cut his hand and all I could find in my bag was an old dinosaur plaster and a friend of ours was in hysterics when he saw it
09/12/21
Keep a stiff upper lip, it isn't that bad
Things will surely get better
Life is a series of these ups and downs
Surely isn't always fair weather
Unpredictable is a word that's often used
When referring to things in general
For some strange reason as we all get older
Life gets somewhat less pleasurable
Can't do the things we once did with ease
Restricted by physical abilities
At one time things were second nature to us
They now restrict our activities
But all things considered I'm doing quite well
For a man of my advancing years
Can't do ALL the things I once used to do
Also lost some brain matter I fear
Friday night,
I should have been at football match tomorrow,
It’s been too long,
Some things go well but world of too much sorrow.
Some new strains,
As if the one we had not bad enough,
More restrictions,
Who knew living through this would be tough.
Work from home,
No water cooler chats with colleagues, friends,
No clear route out,
And none of us know when the nightmare ends.
Do our best,
Stiff upper lip, resilience the key,
So difficult,
But plan towards a better destiny.
Friday night,
Perhaps in time our saturdays return,
More hopeful dreams,
Before that day some bridges still to burn?
Be prepared,
For when normality raises its head,
Each night-time’s wish,
That things are fixed when we get out of bed!
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