Every kid needs a mentor. Everybody needs a mentor.
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Three Principles for Success
In the old days
when I was a nobody
I needed a mentor
in order to groom me into success
into self-actualisation and to bring
all my dreams into reality
and so I found a mentor
and I learned of him the 3 principles
to success and complete achievement
And yes, since you ask,
I shall pass on to you the 3 principles
that my mentor had learned from someone before:
PRINCIPLE 1
Know what you want
PRINCIPLE 2
Never tell them all that you know
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Priyanthie
She's the one that i saw in the bush afar off and now,
I am her mentor on this side of the river.
Like the apple tree of love that bears the friuts of love,
I am her mentor and i have to do a lot for her.
She is called Priyanthie and,
She is the one who wants my guide on this side of the river;
And as her mentor, i have to guide her and help her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Be my Mentor
I am going to have a shower and shave
Then I want to be your personal slave
To kiss and cuddle hug and hold
Also take care of the household
It is very hard you will have a lot of responsibility
To take control of me to the best of your ability
Tell me what you want what you really wish for
You will have to guide me show me be my mentor
I really do not mind being told what to do
As long as I can give all my love to you
The rest is easy daily chores and things
And answering the door when the bell rings
CK Brazil is My Mentor 4ever xxx
poem by David Darbyshire
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Hyperbolic
The actor!
His greater mentor;
The actress!
Her greator mentor;
With critics and the hyperbolic of things,
But this satirical case is always seen around us.
Trained from oral history,
Trained from oral works,
And like the beauty of love plus the act of peace;
With critics and the hyerbolic of the things around us today,
But, my sweet mind will lead me on always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lai Nouveau: May Offend.
Fair May stays indoor,
with artist mentor,
his minx.
Without her rapport,
his loathing would pour
and jinx,
his artistic chore
to blighted eyesore.
The sweet head she bore,
he sewed to stuffed core,
of lynx.
Still lips guarantor,
of love she once swore,
dear sphinx.
With artist mentor,
fair May stays indoor.
poem by Diane Hine
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Michael....How are you?
If Michael was a mentor and a friend
you'd think I should have known when he had died.
A year or so has skipped by since his end.
A year in which I've been pre-occupied
with other daft diversions of the day,
and re-inventing reasons not to care.
So much to do with so little to say,
till now his legacy may lift me where
I may regain the banter and the wits
which decorated many daily duels.
In private or on forums as befits
We'd oscillate from geniuses to fools.
Some days we drove each other round the bend..
Yes. Michael is a mentor and a friend.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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My Mentor
My mentor
It's a new beginning I can feel the thrill
The purpose to rise higher with a steel will
Each day i look forward to with sleepless night
A knot in my stomach which slowly grows tight
Something is amiss lost in this frenzy around
My heart yearns for more as indifferently it drowns
It drowns away looking for appreciation
That encouragement which led to many unique creations
I miss it every moment of the rising day
Pray it may return like shining sun rays
For that was the reason I ushered my self so far
Worked day and night and fought all those war
Where are you my mentor my inspiration my soul
Have you left me behind for now greater are your goals
My heart cries inconsolably for I have no one to talk
I feel lost and cheated have worshipped you in every walk
Please don't give up on me I have something to share
My mentor I respect you and it's for you I care
I owe you all that what I have achieved till day
So why do you leave me in this ocean mid way
So why do you leave me in this ocean midway
poem by Rima Sharda
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Damage Control (From his mouth to Gods ears)
Its an utter break down of words-
Thrown out by a speed influenced mind-
He fancies himself as a master mentor...
While he dishes backhanded threats unkind;
The mentor says no to the Poo Poo platter...
As this teacher is an anal-retentive find-
Cosmic laws do not govern his massive 'EGO'-
While he enforces ties that bind;
Picking the wings off of butterflies-his pass time-
Though vowing that none are ever hurt...!
He's greed infested from the early 1970's...
Seeds of ill repute sprout from his old dirt;
The mentor speaks of God and blesses many-
And includes Christs teachings in his 'ALL'
But the mentor is a two-faced hypocrite-
Filled in his gut with bitter gall;
He's holding on to yesterdays 1970's-
And cannot seem to ever let them go...
Compassion and forgiveness are not part of his Cabals rules...
An unrightous-hard-headed freak-but in Gods favor-NO! ;
Along comes Ms Betty (not her real name) -
Trying to put in some damage control...
Trying to take the eyes and heat off of his degrading words...
Alas, its too late to rock and roll;
Too late for the mentors apologetic words-
As his ego and arrogance tirade ever on...! ! !
He fell up the hill and swallowed his own bitter pill-
Alas, his scattered brained head is nearly gone;
'ALL IS NOT WELL'
'ALL IS NOT ONE'
Dedicated to: Strawberry patches and
Fields of Clover
Seattle, Washington
1974-to...
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Children Are The Future Of Humanity
The children are the future of Humanity so teach the children well
And as their teacher your knowledge of Life and Nature to them you ought to tell
And teach them to respect our Mother Earth the one who feeds us all
And in years from now to you they will be grateful when memories of you they will recall.
The children are the future of Humanity but for guidance on you they do depend
They need you as a mentor and they need you as a friend
Children are innocent and easily led astray good role models they do need
That you have been chosen as their mentor to you is a great honour indeed.
Children who do not have good role models in life are easily led astray
That they do not receive a fair go does seem so sad to say
Far too many young children become victims of abuse
For wronging children in any way there cannot be an excuse.
As the teacher of the children you've been chosen for to lead
And though of good mentors and teachers we seldom hear about or read
That you do your best as a teacher for you enough of success
To young people that you mentor you bring hope and happiness.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Muse And Centaur
He says that she is his muse,
she declares he is her mentor;
the former’s cognomen is Cruz,
the latter’s Almodóvar, center
of her artistic life, director
of her best movies, their embraces
shown not on screens by a projector,
but promontories in private places,
collaboration of Penel-
ope and Pedro paradigm
of poetry whose words excel
by pivoting their prose on rhyme.
Charlie Rose interviewed Penelope Cruz in a segment of “60 Minutes” on January 17,2010. She declared that Pedro Almodóvar had called her his muse, declaring that he was her mentor.
1/17/10
poem by Gershon Hepner
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You Cleaned Mine Eyes
Without a second word
Just as i never imagined
My heart falls.
But Like a stone throne into the sea
I sat back with no excuse.
My brain whispered into my ears,
'Justify this heart'
Mine mind shouted back in anger,
'It has been justified'.
At the passion of your eyes, i kept stared
Why art thou choosen this path,
Perharps i must have driven a horse of history,
That you chose such kind path for a ride with me.
I still can't understand.
You have been a true Brother, Father and Mentor
You are Cherished.
Dedicated My Mentor and Father, Ernest Obim
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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The Nurturing Seed
Taking life and love for granted,
It's simply wrong and greatly slanted,
For there is beauty all around,
Look carefully and you'll see what you've found.
As Spring turns to Summer,
The green of the meadows burst,
Giving hope to every comer,
As the lost ones are nursed
By those who have found it,
Whatever it may be, that quells the need,
To cry, to die, to move on or to quit,
As summer vanishes, they plant a seed.
Autumn continues, the seed still young,
Little do you know, it will soon be yours,
From trees, leaves fall from where they hung,
Your heart opens as do the doors
For winter has arrived, and now you realise,
The duty they performed in early Spring,
Helped the dark cease, and the sun rise
In your heart, and lessen loves cruel sting.
But now that mentor you truly admired,
Is gone in figure but not in truth,
For it was they who really inspired,
The message they gave to you at youth.
Spring returns to its full height,
And with the knowledge of your mentor,
You pick a lost one and without a fight,
Plant a seed to reach their centre.
That is why you never question,
The beauty and love of your mentor,
For they will be gone, and by succession,
You must be their heart, their centre.
poem by Daniel Sims
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Angel of Music
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Without him my music would not be the same
My teacher, my mentor, my maestro
The angel of music; he gave me that name
Without him my music would not be the same
After the fire, ashamed of his face
The angel of music; he gave me that name
The labyrinth is now his holy place
After the fire, ashamed of his face
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
The labyrinth is now his holy place
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
I know not which, my love or my passion
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
Maestro taught me to sing in this fashion
I know not which, my love or my passion
The angel of music, my singing aglow
He shows me such tender loving compassion
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
poem by Amera Andersen
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Lock-in Mentor
One decade young now court protected
broken law or broken trust one selected
qualifying supervised life and school
learning behavioral and societal rule
attitude and group interaction earns merits
much depends upon background one inherits
therapist decides and monitors progress
another level rewarded sometimes regress
mentor gently encourages discipline in life
way for success if only to avoid feared strife
wishing you happiness after release
praying you find loving arms and not police
only first name no address when we part
just a bittersweet snapshot in my heart.
(dedicated to my wife, a very caring mentor)
poem by Jim Norausky
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The Mentor
The mentor, from what I can remember,
Was a man who aided me always,
He taught me to think,
To imagine everything I knew.
He taught me to be inspired,
And to work with every clue.
He helped me set goals,
In which he knew was best,
And, he always loved me,
Even when he put me to the test.
He guided me always,
Always with a lending hand,
He knew what was good,
That he could help me stand.
My mentor was a good man,
He always knew what was right,
He never gave up on me,
For he knew that I was bright.
He guided me to today,
To where I am right now,
He knew that I could be anything,
And he didn't have to explain how.
He gave me courage and strength
And confidence,
He knew that with every pace,
That fidelity was significance.
He advised me in my actions,
So that I could grow up strong,
He helped me with everything,
So I could move along.
I am grateful he was there for me,
No matter what the cost,
I am glad he was loving, also,
So that I was not lost.
poem by James Roberts
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My Dear Sister Mary
It has been a few years since her I did see
Yet none quite so kind or as lovely as she
A grandmother to John Gregory son of Melissa and her son John
The years ticking by but she keeps keeping on.
As good a person would be so hard to find
As my dear sister Mary so honest and kind
About her she has such a beautiful way
The truth of her here is all that I can say.
Though she lives in New York in the U S of A
A mentor of my childhood and she still is today
I have always looked up to her and her I admire
And of singing her praises I could never tire.
Her deceased husband John was a good man and to him she was a good wife
And together they had such a wonderful life
But fond memories of him her and her son John will always retain
And in the life of John Gregory he lives again
My mentor and sibling much to her I do owe
The seeds of good karma for herself she does sow
She is one who believes on a fair go for all
And only good things about her I have to recall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Glancing At
Look,
I stare at thee and see you, my mentor,
It’s nothing but an illusion;
May be it’s someone else I look for,
And may be, you look like that other-one.
poem by Rahman Henry
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It's wonderful to work with someone with mentor status.
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Leave of Absence
Whatever mind you say,
You are comfortably in...
I recommend you apply,
For a formal leave of absence.
There is something outside,
That which you have grown attached...
Doesn't quite match,
A security you should have with it.
A pool player knows the object of the game,
Is to pocket all balls before the eighth one drops.
Not to dropp the eight ball or scratch.
Meaning...
If you say you play,
But not suitable to address it as your best effort...
Why show up at all just to bluff?
The players on the field these days,
Do not show up to mentor!
Whatever mind you say,
You are comfortably in...
And allows you to contribute,
To the attributes of others...
I recommend you apply,
For a formal leave of absence.
Eventually,
You will perceive and realize the benefit of this.
Take the suggestion and run with it!
And sit and ponder this without argument.
The players on the field these days,
Do not show up to mentor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always there for me
A strength, a friend, a mentor
Mom's heart never rests.
haiku by Carolyn Brunelle
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