Deliver me from the arrogance of self-satisfaction
Feeling content in myself, as though I needed no one,
Thinking of others as no more than a distraction
Failing to acknowledge how many helped me run.
Owing gratitude to the many mentors in my life
They share the trophies for victories I’ve won,
Many were there guiding me through the strife,
“No man is an island,” said poet John Dunne.
It’s so easy to boast and say, “I did it my way,”
Few, certainly not me, made the journey alone
Every one of us has many debts in life to pay,
Without a sculptor, we are rough-hewn stone.
So, let’s take a few moments this fine Sunday
Recognizing those who, for us, paved the way.
Written October 23, 2022
In dreams I appear and take her
Down a path she dares not wander
In a town beset by plunder
I shake her blood and bone
In dreams she asks my guidance
How to live in holy silence
Beyond the anger of her father
Enrich her mind and soul
Hold me inside all the night
Your leader's your baby
Hold me inside all the night
Your teacher loves you crazy
In dreams she feels me beside her
As I stoke her female fire
In a world that feels so lonely
I fill her need and hope
In dreams I appear and take her
On wings of heaven's power
Beyond tears that stain her pillow
She takes my love and poem.
Hold me inside all the night
Your leader's your baby
Hold me inside all the night
Your teacher loves you crazy
Hold me
Ode to John Denver, My Mentor, RIP!
You still burn brightly like a comet in my eyes.
You_John Denver, far too young to die.
People think of you as a singer and that's all?
You, who wanted all humanity to be fed, a purpose
far from small.
Humble is spirit, but who knows that?
Just an entertainer?
They only see you as a singer in a nightclub,
at times, in a hat?
To have had time to chat with you, one
on one?
A gift in my life beyond all measure!
You were a mix of talent and treasure.
With a bigger purpose in life than just
money and pleasure.
You were willing to chuck all music and
be trained as a leader in transformation.
But your airplane crashed into the Pacific.
So ended your life, God took you home.
In your airplane, your favorite means of
heavenly transportation.
6/14/2021
There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child
Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair,
Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild
And treating both as “A Divine Pair”
The man’s boyish smiles are a ruse:
The girl hasn’t yet begun to bolted bathrooms use…
Now, there are to be matches between a stout phallus and a hole
Too tender to start conceding a goal.
… As it could burst into flames, vowing to not forget
A treatment not befitting A Nugget.
Supposedly the answer to prolonged spinsterhood
But ironically worse than chaining widowhood:
Aiming to stall a woman’s heartbreak by insincere suitors
But keeping the infant wife constantly with sly mentors.
Paired up are a two owning contrasting tracks
By races audaciously upholding their cracks
Also, the clear encouragement of hateful inhibitions
And a stark support of deaf traditions.
Velvet Mentors
You do not know who mine are.
Let's say they are a chorus of human angels.
Who helped me believe that no dream was too far,
No mountain, for any reason, was too high to climb,
No wish could that I could not make come true.
Without them, I never would have gotten far.
But stood like many, waiting for life to happen.
I do not pace nor wait, I have a wish list.
As I accomplish one goal, where is that next mountain?
Mentors have moved on passed away.
Some I of mine are on TV everyday.
Writers, actors, ministers that helped me grow.
Their message, quite simple:
"Panagiota, get on with the show."
I queried, "How can I pay you back?
"Do good to others, always! "
Whilst mediation of them just now,
I penned this most humble creation.
With their help and divinations!
August 16, 2020
6:30am PST
Mentors
Educate
Mentorees
Of course
In
Reality
Succinctly
Mentors inspire and encourage
Have you ever gotten discouraged?
Doesn't matter how hard you apply
Your afflicted emotions just get in the way
To the point the artist ceases to create
The human mind thrives with positive
Physical and cognitive response
The brain will not be motivated if
It’s starving for those emotions
And it’s parched for words
Love touches the body
Love touches the soul
Love controls our mind and emotions
Mentors inspire and encourage to motivate
Filling the bowl of our soul with
Sweet melodies that rhyme till it overflows
©Eve Roper 5/30/2015
Where have you gone Mr. Ruth?
When you left did you delete truth
from this world of virtual glut?
Who will let our babies know?
Who will hand them up from the sidewalk,
the drive by sting of death,
still a question in their lifeless eyes.
Where are you Mr. Wayne?
Have you left us never to return again?
Who will close Pandora's box?
Who will shield the tiny flame?
How will it spread from wick to wick
filling the void with warmth
long forgot?
Where is your soul Mr. Kennedy?
Can you mend the tarnished symphony
played on the winds of deceit and
post traumatic syndrome?
If not you, then who would be King
of Justice, Righteousness, Freedom
and quality of equality?
Charles Henderson
Please
Help me now
I beseech thee
I ask that you show me
Just how to write a good poem
Yes, I am so very eager to learn
And yes, I will also pass the knowledge along
As I succeed, you will succeed as well
For, I will never take credit
Of that which is not mine
I’ll give it back
To all my
Friends
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