"counsel" poems
“Whispering together before a storm,
The leaves take counsel;
And some fly down.”
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Makes women feel useless,
And men defenseless
She feels she's to blame,
While he feels talking about it is such a shame,
How will they possibly free their minds from the pain,
If they don't talk about this act of disdain,
They'd love to,
But don't know how to,
Perhaps telling it to a good soul,
Willing to listen and provide good counsel,
And not forgetting to put behind bars the body that jailed your soul.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
The girl with purple hair is sitting at my bar again.
I think she is beautiful. And not in a way that I wanna have awesome *** with her but in a way that I want to drink chocolate martinis with her
and go shopping for christmas vests that have tinkly bells and possibly polar bears with hats on them.
She is having a full-body cry. I am the worst bartender, simply
because I don't know how to counsel people without crying back at them.
She is crying about the state of women.
I know that we come from the same rotting wood, so all I do is nod.
"How is it that three quarters of the women I know have been ***** or molested?
What does that say about the men that I know?
**** is not a man behind a bush with a knife, she laughs
It's kissing you on the mouth like whiskey at a nice bar."
The girl with purple hair and I are holding hands now,
"I only wanted an apology,
an acknowledgement of what occurred."
Grappling as artists, as girls, as ships in bottles,
how do we change any of it?
I tell her I am going to write a poem.
She says no one wants to hear a **** poem.
And I know she's right.
Have you ever seen a stampede of horses?
Do you wonder what the hooves look like from underneath?
Have you ever tasted the blood from biting your own lips because you couldn't say no enough?
"I never fought back. I kept my thighs tight and
closed, but once he's inside you, you wish you were the streetlamp, the
store clerk, a street lamp, a bed of calla lilies-
anything but a woman.
In that moment, our eyes glaze over, and they stay that way for years.
That's when you've lost.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Always which the Human in me surpass
When Trite Reunion comes to much Expect
Between us, Birth-Father, the Heart must last
And configure our Values circumspect
After seeing those skinned neighbours battle
And DAD the Inspiration I preserve
Comes your Striking Counsel; Which I rattle
And reimburse the Love you so deserve
But, if Favour pleads, renew the Bald Man
Whose Birthdate his Arm's Course Affection share
Teach this Tanned Diver; To widen his span
Knowing such Open Hands breed Anywhere.
Circles are Dangerous, if Minds are locked
He needs to KNOW that; From his own Best Hug.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
The angels that you can and cannot see
float in and out of life so gracefully;
enfold in winged embraces one by one,
celestial comforters when day is done.
Some angels take the shapes of passers-by
so you might see the Spirit in their eyes.
A smile that lifts the day from the mundane;
a kind hand up, a loving act conveyed.
The unseen angels hover in the realm
where power manifested overwhelms
our common senses. There behind the scenes
they battle fears and reinforce our dreams.
Take counsel from a humbled man, once proud;
they only enter lives when they're allowed.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
A Friend In Respect
As your Guardian
I wield a shield of protection
to guard you from threats until your death
As your Counsel
I scribe your word in promise
to keep you honest behind every breath
As your Advocate
I defend your allegiances in diligence
to strengthen the cause of your pursuit
As a Friend in Respect
I vow to keep my words encased in truth
As a Friend in Respect
I Duirno, expect the same from you
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
You are not poor if you
love something, someone,
humanity maybe, and have faith
that you will somewhere,
sometime be satisfied, though you
know not how.
You may even feel that your
sorrow is but a school to teach
you the virtues of sympathy and
gentleness, that will avail
you hereafter, though you know
not where.
I am not always on the highway
that leads to this hilltop,
but I have seen the lighted road
stretching on and on;
sometimes I have even fancied
that I saw the windows of
the castle all aglow.
And I have hastened my steps
to be in time for the feast,
and taken counsel of my courage
lest I falter and fall on the way.
May I keep this vision of
the castle ever before my eyes,
and a belief in my heart
that the journey is worthwhile,
and the castle and the glow
in the windows not all illusion.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
Aura,
My lips are pressed against your ear.
Listen carefully; do not forget.
Deliver my message swiftly.
Dryads,
Sway gently, laugh gaily.
Fill the sky with red and green.
Bloom with my unspoken emotions.
Selene,
Beautiful with all the imperfections.
Darkness falls and you listen.
Know my dreams and pains.
Chiron,
Shin bright up high and counsel.
Helios,
Explode in magnificence; weave a golden cloak.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Mary queen of heaven be
a calm for every storm we face,
Mary queen of heaven be
a constant reminder of God's grace.
Mary queen of heaven be
a soothing peace for all our fears,
Mary queen of heaven be
a source of joy through the years.
Mary queen of heaven be
our strength against demonic foes,
Mary queen of heaven be
emotional salve for all our woes.
Mary queen of heaven be
the love that guides us day by day,
Mary queen of heaven be
the voice that shows us how to pray.
Mary queen of heaven be
in oppression our quick relief,
Mary queen of heaven be
the shining beacon of our belief.
Mary queen of heaven be
the kindness we must pass along,
Mary queen of heaven be
the heartstrings playing our soul's sweet song.
Mary queen of heaven be
present in our daily prayers,
Mary queen of heaven be
advice and counsel for our cares.
Mary queen of heaven be
our cooling breeze and gentle rain,
Mary queen of heaven be
the spotless place for all our stains.
Mary queen of heaven be
the joy whenever we rejoice,
Mary queen of heaven be
our ears to hear your sacred voice.
Mary queen of heaven be
in the sky our rising star,
Mary queen of heaven be
a constant presence never far.
Mary queen of heaven be
here beside us everyday,
Mary queen of heaven be
our sunshine when the skies are gray.
Mary queen of heaven be
our protector, fortress, shield, and shade,
Mary queen of heaven be
love's foundation forever laid.
Mary queen of heaven be
the brilliant colors nature brings,
Mary queen of heaven be
the beauty of a butterfly's wings.
Mary queen of heaven be
the subtle whisper of dawn's first light,
Mary queen of heaven be
the velvet silence of the night.
Mary queen of heaven be
the reason that we celebrate,
Mary queen of heaven be
our perfect patience as we wait.
Mary queen of heaven be
our comfort now and reward to come,
Mary queen of heaven be
our duly noted job well done.
Mary queen of heaven be
our map to everlasting grace,
Mary queen of heaven be
our swift feet to finish the race.
Mary queen of heaven be
the goodness we can clearly see,
Mary queen of heaven be
our guide into eternity.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
In a white book, writing was done with tears,
And so we cannot figure out a single line;
Memorized and though about since early youth,
It eludes one’s wit even as one has aged and greyed.
When mind seeks it out, love turns up in the heart,
When heart pursues it, love is in the mind, escaping wit.
Regarded at close range, love dissipates,
Leave it aside and love turns sad and grieves.
When loving is intense, love resists the long wait,
Like a lightning bolt, it streaks across the dark.
The kiss that sears is a kiss given only once,
And when the river swell, only once will flooding rise.
Love that is timid is a river still and currentless,
No falls nor torrents, no tears nor unbearable loss!
But when love has dared, the heart is swept away,
Honor, wealth and wisdom, love will drown them out!
When love is yet a bud, it heeds an elder’s counsel,
Such is not yet love, for it still sees the light.
But when it bursts aflame, what matter the universe —
That’s real love, so lose yourself in it with all your heart.
When you balk at the threat of ill fortune and hazard,
Truly your wit is lit and your mind at dull alert;
Your love is cautious yet, you have not
learned to really love,
For once in love, the grave itself is heaven’s gate.
Love has eyes, love is never blind,
having learned to love, one’s wounds turn into blossoms,
Love is selfish and cannot bear to share,
It’s either you get it all, or get nothing at all.
“Mother has been watching me, so I cannot write..”
Friend, that’s a sign you have yet to win her love.
But when she dares write even at her very grave site,
She has come to love you more than her very life.
All you, young people. who are in quest of love,
Moths who are fluttering around the lamplight,
Once in the grip of love, danger you will seek out,
Ready to love your wings to the very flames of love.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
Now since I advised you this Sentiment
Try to apply your Fares with her Mother
And if you win, which is one Compliment
That you use to connect with her Brother
This is just some Counsel from Ben Nevis' View
Hassled to ensure you did the Right Thing
For justly understand this ardent Crew
Is no excuse for Procrastinating
In private this Agent is unaware
For him to barrage out of Deep Respect
Yet keep watch for Feathers dancing in the Air
They turn to Anvils; And hit your Retrospect.
Listen you Two. This is why you will Learn
That Family's knots tied is Best you earn.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
Somewhere at some time
They committed themselves to me
And so, I was!
Small, but I WAS!
Tiny, in shape
Lusting to live
I hung in my pulsing cave.
Soon they knew of me
My mother --my father.
I had no say in my being
I lived on trust
And love
Tho' I couldn't think
Each part of me was saying
A silent 'Wait for me
I will bring you love!'
I was taken
Blind, naked, defenseless
By the hand of one
Whose good name
Was graven on a brass plate
in Wimpole Street,
and dropped on the sterile floor
of a foot operated plastic waste
bucket.
There was no Queens Counsel
To take my brief.
The cot I might have warmed
Stood in Harrod's shop window.
When my passing was told
My father smiled.
No grief filled my empty space.
My death was celebrated
With tickets to see Danny la Rue
Who was pretending to be a woman
Like my mother was.
4.4k
Brokenhearted lovers.
Learn to let go.
To try to control anyone.
Means you have no control at all.
Brokenhearted lovers.
Seek ways to heal.
Losing a lover is a bitter pill.
But move on.
Readjust your feelings to be free of hurt.
And it starts the moment you accepts the hurt.
Insecurity is a weakness of fear.
When you yearn for your love.
Who has found another?
Even if they were dishonest with you.
Accept it as a sign.
They wasn't worth of the essence of you.
Built up a inner strength that you control.
And when the next lover comes along.
They will cherish you more than you thought possible.
Counsel yourself.
All because it's free.
And you'll find in yourself.
A strength that can't be bent.
So brokenheart soul explore yourself.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Babay.
Aalis na si tatay.
Bantayan niyo ang bahay.
Abangan niyo si nanay,
may pasalubong na alay --
isang halik na may laway!
Matagal siyang nawalay.
Umalis sa'ting bahay.
Nagbago ng buhay.
Naghanap ng karamay.
Sana'y di siya masanay
sa bago niyang buhay,
at umuwi na sa atin
bago pa'ko ilamay!
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
When a Scorpio loves a Taurus
All hell breaks loose.
Every law of the Zodiac states
That you should both stay away
Because one will be wronged by the other
But no one will back down from their ideals.
And while Scorpios are ruled by water,
Earth will define Taurus' principles.
You see, I don't believe these things as I'm a man of reason.
But since we've been together, I was inclined to believe such notions.
You, my Taurus lover, can not be more bull-headed in nature.
While I, your ground-crawling envoy, will always be emotionally immature.
While you thrive in knowing all of my secrets as your version of trust,
I will always keep one or two of them up my sleeve for my ruse.
And, yes, as you know very well, I am indeed very jealous
But you are so stubborn and you **** the hell out of my arseholes.
Oh, please, excuse my language.
And now, I am inclined to believe this Zodiac stuff
As they are proving to be accurate and exact.
But if I can believe such things as the Zodiac,
If I can believe people who read the stars in the sky as if they are books,
Why should I not believe in us?
Why should I not believe in the possibility
That your stars and mine are destined to be entangled
And that each of their lights will be used for each other's counsel.
That we, in our own little world, can persevere to be with each other.
After all, we make the best *** partners.
Oh, again, excuse my language.
And excuse me for saying this, my bull-headed Taurus lover.
But we complete each other.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet -- -
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?
Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.
4k
(for John and Teckla Clark)
Ours yet not ours, being set apart
As a shrine to friendship,
Empty and silent most of the year,
This room awaits from you
What you alone, as visitor, can bring,
A weekend of personal life.
In a house backed by orderly woods,
Facing a tractored sugar-beet country,
Your working hosts engaged to their stint,
You are unlike to encounter
Dragons or romance: were drama a craving,
You would not have come.
Books we do have for almost any
Literate mood, and notepaper, envelopes,
For a writing one (to "borrow" stamps
Is the mark of ill-breeding):
Between lunch and tea, perhaps a drive;
After dinner, music or gossip.
Should you have troubles (pets will die
Lovers are always behaving badly)
And confession helps, we will hear it,
Examine and give our counsel:
If to mention them hurts too much,
We shall not be nosey.
Easy at first, the language of friendship
Is, as we soon discover,
Very difficult to speak well, a tongue
With no cognates, no resemblance
To the galimatias of nursery and bedroom,
Court rhyme or shepherd's prose,
And, unless spoken often, soon goes rusty.
Distance and duties divide us,
But absence will not seem an evil
If it make our re-meeting
A real occasion. Come when you can:
Your room will be ready.
In Tum-Tum's reign a tin of biscuits
On the bedside table provided
For nocturnal munching. Now weapons have changed,
And the fashion of appetites:
There, for sunbathers who count their calories,
A bottle of mineral water.
Felicissima notte! May you fall at once
Into a cordial dream, assured
That whoever slept in this bed before
Was also someone we like,
That within the circle of our affection
Also you have no double.
4k
I am not an octogenarian
I am undoubtedly not clever
But i gave you a piece of counsel
If you are glum,
Leave your comfort zone and
Penned the flowing words into a paper
To see a new world which,
Scribbles trickles sparkles
Twinkle twinkle.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
**We have a God Who changes not,
He's still the same today,
As when He walked and showed His power
And wonders in His day.
Unchanging God , Foundation sure
In Thee I'm truly blest
Unwavering constant Friend and Guide
In Thee in times of storm i'll hide
Forever will Thy love abide
In Thee i'll trust and rest.
His Word forever will endure,
Each promise will come true
If we just trust in Him alone
What He has said He'll do.
Because our God will never change
His love will stay the same
His faithfulness will never end
His mercy still remain.
No matter if the gates of hell
Against the Truth assail
Our steadfast Rock , on Whom we stand
In victory , will prevail.
The future is in His control
His counsel e'er will stand
Nothing can mar or disannul
What God for us has planned.**
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens the blue from its silvery grey,
(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you’d say;
Many’s the friend there, will listen and pray
“God’s luck to gallants that strike up the lay,
(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads array:
Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, “Nay!
I’ve better counsellors; what counsel they?”
(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
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Never heard about a working of a court,
I was on the stand,
My counsel was a good lawyer,
The prosecutor had a fiery temper,
There was a minor chaos,
The judge banged his gavel
"Order, Order".
I whispered audibly,
"Chicken hamburger,chips,salad and a can of coke".
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
His kalenjin tribesmen planned for tribal wars to cleanse kikuyus and luhyias
From the their lands, planned out of tribal sadism,
He was fully aware, as he understood the kalenjin coded language of war
And preparation for war, war of the years 2007 and 2008,
He did not give any holy bishopric **** to save his non indigenous folks
The people to be killed and tribally cleansed were the members
Of his catholic church in the dioceses of Eldoret,
The ones to **** were his kalenjin tribesmen,
But bishop korir could not counsel nor forewarn,
He did not give out any peace focused advice
That a catholic should not **** a catholic
Because of politics or worldliness,
Instead he gave respect to his tribal sentimentality
He behaved as a kalenjin first then a catholic later,
A spiritual paradox of the century,
Only equated in the Biafra tribal sentimentality between igbos and yorubas
Redolent of European ****** or the American ku Klux ****
But after all the non kalenjin Catholics from his dioceses
Had been killed, burned up in the church, ***** up
Homoerotically perhaps in the madness of tribal scorn,
That they now became refugees in their own country; Kenya
And then solemnly condemned to the refugee camps,
Is when Bishop korir Cornelius came out of his tribal kernel
With vices of a kipskiss sadist , holy rosary in his hand,
Singing an out dated poem of Hail Mary the ******
Mother of Jesus Christ to them, the IDPS,
He then promoted a priest from his tribe,
The one kimengich up the hegemonic altar to become
The bishop of Lodwar from where they loot
The illiterate turkana catholic peasants their relief foods,
And even jobs, and clothes, only to give to those who are not needy,
To the kalenjin who are not even catholic nor marginalized, some even Moslem,
All these happens in the sweetness of tribal syndrome,
A social disease which the holy sacrament of the catholic faith
Have not and never will heal Bishop Cornelius korir.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
DARKEN HEART
A gloomy heart can emit evil device,
A darken mind can shut godly advice,
We can not rise above the boundaries of our hearts,
Our mindset becomes the reasons for our acts.
When our mind is bonded with viciousness,
We will lack peace and happiness,
We will walk our ways without brightness,
And our hearts will dealign from our consciousness.
In darkness our lives lacks resolution,
And it will wave our thoughts to suspension,
We may even traverse to an anonymous destination,
Which can sink us into the pool of depression.
Our key to knowledge is in our brightness,
But how can we find it in darkness?
Our thoughts have darken our counsel,
We must come to light until we excel.
Darkness has created vacuum for suffering,
And it has left us behind without resolving,
Then we realized we reside in peril and destruction,
And the steps we have taken have caused so much confusion.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC