"councilor" poems
she was hooked on drugs part of her life
but has a son to help her fight
in life we never know the road we may take
but changing the course is never too late.
he had taken the same road as she
main lining and pills was all he could see
addiction is a hard price to pay
but something happened that changed his way.
I know the lifestyle all too well
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell
then he had become drug free
and a drug councilor he would be.
he had gotten many on methadone
and good results it had shown.
now as you go through the withdrawal pain
think of how much you have to gain
withdrawal is not an easy task
do you want your life back? you must ask!
do you recall the birth pains that you went thru
and his life was fresh and new.
wasn't all that pain worth your while
that you had such a beautiful child.
there is no pain that you can go thru
than the pains that a mother knew.
you have to be willing to make the change
otherwise your life will stay the same.
these words are from a concerned son
the choices you've made can be undone.
(1/30/13)
louis rams :
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
'You should inspire yourself'
Said a councilor at one time
'Inside you will find what you need'
And clearly he said the right lines
Finding myself empty was harsh
And it woke me from my sleep
And instead you all filled me in
Your hopes are now my dreams
Because I don't live for myself
And I don't think that I will
I'm just not a worthy cause
And I won't bother to heal
'You should follow your heart'
But what does that even mean
I've written my future off
And your wish is my command
To say what you want me to
Or do what you'd ask of me
As long as I'm of some use
I permit you to use me
If you should deem me worthy
My servitude becomes a drug
My function is inspiration
Your master-ship shows love
I may be on hands and knees
But it's for the pursuit of heart
I simply follow your leadership
I state that it guides my soul
By now I find that I'm wrong
But I'm just too afraid
If I seek out a better purpose
Then your love is betrayed
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
Friend,
You’ll be there in the end
You’ve been as patient as can be
You withstood my constant babbling
Bizarre comments and insane rambling
You’ve always been my councilor
On situations I haven’t seen before
You’ve turned me straight, helped me get the things I’m after
And turned my sorrow into laughter
You’ve helped me out, given me order
Been my critic and my supporter
You’ve helped my mentality when it’s on the mend
Friend
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:40 PM UTC
Living though this life
like a hermit in the wild
my angers, fears, and sorrowfulness rife,
yet my expression still smiles.
I scream out in agony
my emotional face defiled
my councilor in gallantry
is none yet myself's child.
As a dark dank chamber
beneath the great floor tiled.
While visitors unaware the danger,
think that I am so mild.
I style this my entire life
beneath the skin so wild
the hidden things remain so rife,
yet I force to show a smile.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
i remember my friend laughing,
even in the worst situations,
which would usually cause the teachers,
to yell.
i think she did this,
to cover up her other emotions,
to drown them,
keep them silenced beneath a pillow.
she was loud and "obnoxious",
and she very much annoyed,
other students when,
they tried to work.
she sat next to me in math,
complained to me about everything,
i never thought to really listen,
but maybe i could've helped.
one day here,
the next day a cruel joke played on the class,
"the highschool councilor is here if anyone needs to talk",
"she took her life last night".
how'd she do it?,
"she hung herself in her closet",
this is a terrible sick joke,
"we're so sorry to have to tell you".
could i have helped?,
"this is none of your fault, kids",
but what if i had tried?,
"she was far beyond anyone's help".
she was only twelve,
"her thirteenth birthday would've been next month".
and for the first time in my life,
i prayed to a higher being for her safe travels into,
another kingdom.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
He lived in a town where the children grew up up up
And like the population, the graves went down down down
He went to school where rumors were made up up up
So he always kept his head, his eyes down down down
His teachers told him to listen up up up
But after class they would put him down down down
The kids at school beat him up up up
They would trash his things and throw them down down down
The price of the drugs went up up up
The money in his pocket went down down down
His detention time went up up up
The councilor told him to stop being so down down down
His dad yelled at him to bring his grades up up up
And only beat him harder when they went down down down
One day he decided to give up up up
So he made the pills go down down down
The sun kept rising up up up
As his body was buried down down down
His father never looked up up up
As the children's tears fell down down down
He died in a town where he never grew up up up
And like the graves, the population went down down down
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Small councilor
Purring with care
Tear soaked fur
And my small sniffles
In your ear
You're my small pillow
But you don't mind
Gental forehead kisses
Until my pain is at bay
You're my little councilor
My furry best friend
I don't know what I'd do without you
You're with me till the end
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Finding Peace
My heart is restless Lord I am searching
For joy when I should be looking for
Peace. I should be asking more of you and saying less of me. I know you have me here right now and it’s where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know how to try and I feel like I’m doing this only as a last resort. I want joy, but it’s peace that I need. I find peace when I am here in adoration and the grace that I receive. It’s hard to let go of trying to find joy, because I love joy and you have given me a joyful heart. Remind me not to love joy more than I ought to love you. Let Your Will be done Lord in and through me. Allow me to speak love and life into all I encounter and may the work be fulfilling. Perhaps I already have the answer in front of me even now. I am at peace when I am with you. If I am with you, I will know peace and there is so much good I can do as a priest. Poetry and prayers, mentoring, connecting with all people especially our young people, being a councilor and confidant and all these things give me joy. Maybe being a priest isn’t where I want to be, but maybe being a priest is where I need to be for me, for you, and for others. Please Lord, help me to discern ever more this big decision and I pray that wherever I go and whatever I do, I may find or be led to a place of peace. Help me find joy in all the things I have peace with and may i never lose the joy and the childlike faith and love that you have given me. Amen.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Talk about your grief,
the councilor said,
don't bottle it up
or deny it is there.
I talk my son to you
about how I feel
about your death,
and how you went
and why you had to die.
It brews in me this grief,
this loss, my son, but you
know before I tell you,
you know the source
and how I feel, and how
it pains me still.
Talk about it,
she said,
as you have talked to me,
but how to unburden
and to whom?
I go to speak, my son,
but my throat closes up
and words won't come,
except with you, with you
I can tell all; but to others,
not at all.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
My councilor said ....
Just say no.
I said No!
She paused and said
Are you saying no to me ,
Or are you telling me no?
Cause I think you are saying no to me ....
Let's try this again ... K
Just say no.
I said NO! .... .
she said just say it
I said no!
Say it !!!!!!!!
No !
Ooooh you're a bad boy.....
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 6:59 PM UTC
I had a councilor in high school that told me I was NOT college material. Rather shocked me. I graduated third in the class. So I set out to prove her wrong. Ended up with a BS degree in physics. There were times I thought about quitting when things got tough but her words kept me going. I was going to prove her wrong. Now I’m an old man sub teaching mostly high school the last three years and love it. Kids tell me their problems and together we find a solution. They know they can trust me. That is the way my life with others went all through my career. People would knock on my office door and ask to talk. Sure. They would close the door and unload their concerns. Most of the time they went away feeling much better. My last boss was one of them. God works in mysterious ways.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC
She’s standing there on the corner,
Waiting, watching, praying
That she will be safe for the night
That she will score her next job
That she will be treated with respect
That she will not be judged.
She’s standing there on the corner.
Waiting and wondering,
Why life is so cruel to her.
Why she was drawn this card in life.
Why she is here.
She’s standing on that corner.
Watching/observing
The people walking past her.
Thinking quietly of the situation she’s in.
As a car just pulls up
She wavers in her potential new client.
Reassuring them that it’s okay.
Making them feel at ease.
She wonders of/about places that she will go too.
And what may or may not happen.
She’s standing on that corner.
Praying silently.
Just in that corner
Away from civilization
Just on her own
Just keeping to herself
As you walk past and see her on that corner.
You may find yourself looking down on her.
You may think she’s a low life.
With no pride with no self esteem
With no respect
No goals and
no love for herself
How wrong are you/we to think of it this way.
She is a survivor.
She is stronger than you or I
She’s got street smarts.
And inner strength
Courage and bravery.
She’s making something of herself.
Slowly and eventually
Who are we to judge?
We haven’t heard of her/ their story.
We don’t know how she has ended up where she is.
She’s trying her best to make something of herself.
To pay her rent
To pay her bills
To put food in her mouth
Maybe even her kid’s mouth
She’s a woman/lady.
She’s a scared young girl.
She’s a mum.
She’s a cleaner/maid.
She’s a nurturer.
She’s a councilor.
She’s too- a person.
-Never judge a book by their/It’s cover,
Have you walked a mile in their shoes?
(You haven’t walked a mile in their shoes.’)
© By HF-Whisper -21/2/2023
11:24AM
May 9, 2023
May 9, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
A no answer machine
Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods.
From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man;
No longer on all fours.
Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have;
We deserve to be full.
All beautiful art fades eventually,
As we all become too dull.
No more to say…
I let it all just slide away.
Nothing will be relevant on the final day.
Keeping up with the Joneses;
Mobile phones are diseases;
Conversation is dead;
Only speak if it pleases.
Couple’s councilor; I could not manage to go.
So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care.
Love is not amazing anymore,
I would say it is just so, so.
Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there?
Phone on silent;
She is a no answer machine.
No reply necessary;
The end of the dream.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC