Without Them We Wouldn't Be Here
Ask yourself this question right now,
Is your view on your elders to mock,
If it is it's time ask yourself why,
You must put yourself in the dock.
To properly assess your role in this life,
Your history you just have to respect,
Those generations who have went before,
On them take some time to reflect.
Would you seek advice from your elders,
Or does the thought of that leave you cold,
Life is short so don't ever forget,
One day you yourself will grow old.
Throughout history our Mothers and Fathers,
Have encouraged their offspring to learn,
That the gift of life you must treasure,
The respect of all others you must earn.
Do you really know your Grandparents,
If not you must ask yourself why,
The knowledge they've gained is invaluable,
They also have an unlimited supply.
When they impart their vision of life to you,
Wisdom comes to the one who listens,
Our elders are worth far more than you think,
Remember it's is not just gold that glistens.
They also had parents who loved them,
If they've passed do you know their location,
Find out where they've been laid to rest,
It's a search which will bring such elation.
You'll then find it highly rewarding to find,
You're but a branch on a very large tree,
That generation gap will be cast to the side,
The knowledge gained will set your mind free.
Finally you'll have learned the meaning of life,
Age should never be used as a barrier,
We are all growing old from the day we are born,
Of that message you are now the carrier.
That question you posed will be answered,
Your life will become crystal clear,
We've a lot to thank our elders for,
‘' Without Them We Wouldn't Be Here ''
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They're Our National Treasure
If there's one thing in life which will start a war,
It's conflict between the young and old,
Let's stop and reflect and start asking what for,
These disputes can and do leave us cold.
I observed an old guy the other day,
As he was carrying out a menial task,
When I offered assistance he said, no way,
I'm grateful but there's no need to ask.
What a stubborn Old Git I thought to myself,
He's just bitter because he is old,
It's not my fault he's been left on the shelf,
His attitude did leave me cold.
Then I thought to myself, what would I be like,
If I ever reached the same age,
No more football or stunts on my bike,
That notion placed me in a rage.
Like me he must have been young and fit,
Yet this old guy I was trying to deride,
I knew by his actions his fire I had lit,
He was showing me he still had his pride.
This got me thinking about why we fight,
The reason we are so far apart,
Generations divided by who's wrong or right,
To bridge this divide we must start.
There's so much our Elders know about life,
Yet their knowledge we choose to ignore,
Our attitude towards them can cause so much strife,
They're our mentors they should not be a chore.
Yet in truth they know more than you or I,
They've been round the course a lot longer,
We forget they were young that we cannot deny,
Why don't we try make our relationships stronger.
We must have a truce and evaluate each other
Both our groups have so much to give,
Our differences we know can and do smother,
We must learn to live and let live.
This works both ways, they can be the same,
Saying their time was more respectful than ours,
In life generations go through much the same,
We have weaknesses but we also have powers.
It's our turn next so don't ever forget,
Respect as a gift must be earned,
We owe all our ancestors a massive debt,
Without them what would we have learned.
It's a fact of life that we become more skilled,
Each generation improves on the last,
Thanks to our Elders future dreams are fulfilled,
Only our memories remain in the past.
The reason for this fact is plain to see,
Our forefathers did their job well,
Skills they've given us you'd have to agree,
Is the reason we can now excel.
No group in history has ever got it just right,
Fact is we will all make mistakes,
That's how we learn to make things right,
By distinguishing the real from the fakes.
If we'd treat each other with more respect,
Our differences we could make disappear,
If on each others attributes we tried to reflect,
Then both parties would have nothing to fear.
We all need each other we know that is true,
Living in harmony would give both parties pleasure,
Without our Elders what would we do,
in truth,
‘' They're Our National Treasure ‘'
My Life, My Colors
Elders hear me loud and clear
I have my rites, you hear
Many paths created
For me to choose from
I will decide which one
Liberated before conception
I am not weak, I have a voice
With all due respect wise Elders
I nearly let you waste, my life and his
Created with love
I have the rite, to love and be loved
To you dear elders
My path may seem grey
Only I will colour it
With colours I choose for my life
In short...
I choose to be who I am
I choose which risks I will take
I choose the colours to pave my path
My life is all about the liberated choices I will make
poem by Persian Khushi
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Older Than
You are not older than your parents who gave birth to you!
Neither are you older than the elders in town;
So, try to listen to your parents and the words of the elders,
Because life is full of rules!
And you may easily burn your hands if you do not listen to them.
Life is full of experiences,
And experience is the best teacher!
That is why you have to listen to your parents and your elders,
Because they have had enough life experiences! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Question Meaning
The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.
The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.
Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.
Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Then My Future Could Be Bright
All it took was a cast
As the spirit flowed
And all was left is the past
As memories were just a load
Respect I give to the lovers of art
For I know, that in me they will play their part
With my lovely brains
The airport of ideas
Flying like blowing flames
Yet deeper that the mine of De beers
Respect I give to the teachers of literature
Whose obligation is to form a brighter future
I throw respect to all elders
Yes! It being a duty to my life
Giving praise to my builders
And continue to do what I love
Respect I give to elders of and experts of poetry
Because one day I will form part of the dignitory
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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The birth of poetry for M lady Mary Gordley
The birth of poetry.
Before the advent of the written word.
When all knowledge was passed on orally.
then history relied on memory.
Men had to memorise all that they heard
Perhaps this was the birth of poetry.
The tribal elders found they could recall
in simple rhyming verses best of all.
Easily committed to memory.
Long, long before recorded history.
The elders chose and trained one man to be
The current guardian of their legacy
of knowledge they had garnered carefully.
When all knowledge was passed on orally
Then history relied on memory
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Knell Of Our Love
The things we all wished for,
The storm came and take away,
Was it the work of nature,
Or maybe the schemes of your hands,
Such insinuations thwarted everything,
Im a man gathering confidence,
Let the elders ring the knell
The war I thought I could fight,
Yet the pain I couldnt sustain,
To be so adamant in all undertakings,
Blinded by my own surreal thoughts,
I have gathered my boldness,
Let the elders ring the knell of our love
I couldnt bring the stars for you,
But I could talk the stars for you,
To always see none like you,
But to receive you gave a few,
I waited in the long queue,
I have accepted its passed and through,
Hear the sound of copper bells,
The elders ringing death knells
Death is an enemy to us,
Yet life was painful to me,
Such our love unto life life,
Better the death of a warrior,
Than the life of a slave,
Elders I seek thee,
Sound the death knell I beg
The fall of my heart before your feet,
The memories so shall you recall,
The days of the long poems,
The months of the good love,
The night of the Judas kiss,
I forgive you for the faake promises,
You were bound to deceive me,
Yet I was bound to love you,
Now the books should be closed,
The hammer should hit the ground,
Elders silence the failing love,
Let the knells ring aloud
The birds should fly and fly,
When we will cry and cry,
This love will die and die,
The transition shall be evident,
I cant walk a mile,
While you stand and smile,
I choose the knell,
Hear my call you elders
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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4 Respect Peom I Made
1.) respect count as a word
regret as another
you get what i mean
respect all you gain from others
and if you regret you totally forget.
2.) respect ain't no joke
when is was getting wrote
when is was done is was publish on the road
when is was on the road
people took it away and they hosted it, posted it, tossed it and then
finally they spoke it.
3.) respect me padre cinco madre
respect me time ocho while i count up to doso
respect me with action
and i give you reaction.
4.) Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
but don't forget to respect yourself for a good effect.
poem by Dbhker Don
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My Logan Louis
My lifes' lesson
For you my son
Your fathers' work is never done
Convincing you not to tread
On the rocks I've trembled on
Treat your elders with honor and respect
At times they will not hear
Keep your spirit soaring
As you travel through life
From year to year
Remember God and only God
Will surely light your way
Enjoy your life
One day at a time
Remember me this way
poem by Matt Mondschein
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All In Your Mind
Who am I, what am I, why am I here,
As you accumulate knowledge all will become clear,
You ask, ‘' Who Am I '' be it daughter or son,
Remember you're unique the only one.
Throughout your existence all life you must treasure,
When you think, I am me, it will give you pleasure,
Only you can decide who you will be,
Take a look in the mirror who is it you see.
You can be what you want regardless of others,
Respect your ideals bad influence smothers,
By listening and digesting much more will be learned,
Discard all evil and respect you'll have earned.
Whatever you're told do not always believe,
The truth will lie more in what you perceive,
Choices you make now and throughout your life,
Will determine if living is with joy or strife.
Family are precious as are good friends,
Ensure their relationship never ends,
True allies are scarce so please be aware,
If you keep them close for you they'll be there.
You will come across others whose aim is to change,
How you are swayed is for you to arrange,
Evil will follow your life from afar,
If you stay true to yourself you'll find out,
Who You Are
You ask, ‘'What Am I'' you're a human being,
Don't ever believe that you are all seeing,
You're here for a reason and like it or not,
What you will be can never be bought.
Learn all you can and to yourself stay true,
If you ignore this lesson chaos will ensue,
There will be those who will try to deceive,
If you allow them their corruption they'll weave.
Our views are for sharing but if you remain wise,
You'll recognise truth and dispel any lies,
You have your own mind and you have a choice,
Think before speaking there's trouble in voice.
Actions have consequences they have a knock on effect,
Think of all others show them respect,
Go through your options with careful precision,
Be aware of the outcomes before making that decision.
When the time comes to make them be fully aware,
Those choices you make will show if you care,
Always admit it when mistakes are made,
That is how sound foundations are laid.
By showing compassion giving others a chance,
You will feel fulfilment your life you'll enhance,
Try to judge yourself from afar,
If you like what you see you will know,
What You Are.
It's now time to ask, ‘' Why Am I Here '',
This is a question you need never fear,
You're here because of two loving people,
Whose love climbed higher than the tallest steeple.
By sharing this passion with you they were gifted,
Their life was complete their spirits were lifted,
You gave them a reason to love forever,
Their bond for you nothing can sever.
Their love is a gift which is not one way,
Your respect for them will forever stay,
Their aim in life now is for you to succeed,
You will if you're honest and never mislead.
We all long for happiness that's why we're living,
It's not all about taking it's also about giving
So never be preoccupied by the lure of vast wealth,
It's far more important to look after your health.
As your knowledge grows you'll learn about love,
One day you'll find out it's a gift from above,
When you meet the right person then true love will flow,
That awesome feeling will bring on a glow.
As you then mature and your life's unfurled,
You will learn yes this can be a wonderful world,
Those answers you've sought I'm sure you'll now find,
Are no longer a mystery they are,
'' All In Your Mind ''
Sixty - Two
At Sixty – Two I look towards my Future,
At Sixty – Two I look back on my Past,
Good advice was given, but I did not take it,
And now with regrets, downwards I am cast.
Why do we not listen to our Elders?
Why do we think that we know better still?
If we did just acknowledge their wisdom,
We’d live our Life according to HIS Will.
With hindsight I’d be a better person,
A comfortable Life I would now enjoy,
Retirement would be on the Horizon,
With trips to places as far as Hanoi.
But at Sixty – Two my World just fell apart,
One disaster followed the one that came before,
I now must pick up the pieces,
To stop the bailiffs knocking at my door.
I wish I had listened to my Elders,
I wish the right decisions I had made,
But now I know the road ahead isn’t easy,
If in the future I am to make the grade.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 9 May 2006
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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My Fore-Elders
When from the child, that still is led
By hand, a father's hand is gone, ---
Or when a few-year'd mother dead
Has left her children growing on, ---
When men have left their children staid,
And they again have boy and maid, ---
O, can they know, as years may roll,
Their children's children, soul by soul?
If this with souls in heaven can be,
Do my fore-elders know of me?
My elders' elders, man and wife,
Were borne full early to the tomb,
With children still in childhood life
To play with butterfly or bloom.
And did they see the seasons mould
Their faces on, from young to old,
As years might bring them, turn by turn,
A time to laugh or time to mourn?
If this with souls in heaven can be,
Do my fore-elders know of me?
How fain I now would walk the floor
Within their mossy porch's bow,
Or linger by their church's door,
Or road that bore them to and fro,
Or nook where once they build their mow,
Or gateway open to their plough
(Though now indeed no gate is swung
That their live hands had ever hung ), ---
If I could know that they would see
Their child's late child, and know of me.
poem by William Barnes
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Respect Poem
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Resp ect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you the knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
respect your friend who saved you from the ledge
respect yourself from not going to the edge.
they are so many things we tend to say
giving respect does not come everyday
don't reject, don't regret just correct
but don't forget to bloody respect.
respect it something i like
doesn't matter if your wrong or right
doesn't matter if you black or white
doesn't matter if your rich or poor
doesn't matter what the hell you own
doesn't matter what way were you born.
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poem by Dbhker Don
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The School Of Life...
The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.
A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.
In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.
The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.
This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.
Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.
We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.
We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.
The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.
The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.
Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.
The School Of Life
The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.
A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.
In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.
The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.
This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.
Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.
We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.
We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.
The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.
The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.
Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.
Higher Education...
The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.
A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.
In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.
The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.
This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.
Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.
We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.
We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.
The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.
The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.
Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.
Have You Seen
Have you ever seen a sunrise on the ocean?
Slowly climbing to the sky that GOD
Has given to you and I.
Or a star shooting across the sky
Colors so bright they hypnotize.
What about a double rainbow?
I had seen it just once in my life
One high in the sky and the other low
The colors given was such a show.
The sunset in the Florida keys is
Like a child covering itself up
From the cold, a wonder to behold.
What about a child in pain
No two faces are ever the same.
Or a child who has been abused
And the fears in their eyes
Every time that person comes by.
Have you seen the hunger in an
Elders face and the trembling in their hands
As they walk this- so called promised land.
Have you seen the lives taken in a war
And the bodies laying on the ground
And no more from their lips, you will hear a sound.
Have you seen a heart broken in two
And they don’t know what to do.
Have you seen a loved one, gasp for their
Last breath in this life.
Some things you have seen, and others you have not.
The biggest question thou is:
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE FACE OF GOD?
No! and you may not in your life time.
But you do not have to see to know that they exist.
Look at the ugly, but seek the beauties that he is giving us.
And thank him every day, for in his heart is where
We will always stay.
Look in your heart and you will find, what GOD
has given is a love divine.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sonnet: Respect
Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants too who you well serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
Respect all good minds who advised you good;
Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food.
Respect all strangers who were all Godsends;
Respect your foes who taught you self-defense;
Respect those evil men who you troubled;
Respect the tempter who well you misled.
Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right;
Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.
poem by John Celes
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Loneliness Is A Hurting Thing
once my heart was full of joy as i grew up from a baby boy.
i learned to love and i learned to hate.
i learned to sit and contemplate.
i learned the abc's of right and wrong.
i learned to fight and become big and strong.
i was taught by my elders or so it seemed
all about life and what it means.
the one thing that they could not teach-for they had not
gotten to reach-that time of life when you're old and gray.
and it seems that life has slipped away
they had gone through life's hall of fame
joys and sorrows they all have gained.
life has only two guarantees-age and death or so it seems.
they go through life and children they bear
to find when they're old 'that kids don't care.
now if you listen while they pray-'you will hear a small voice say'
oh lord take me away-please don't let me live another day.
this loneliness i cannot bear! i have no one with whom
i could share-the joys and fulfillments of yesteryear.
'oh dear god is this to be-not even any company.
no one to speak to -no one to hold
no one to call my very own.
when you reach that golden age, you become
like an animal in a gilded cage.
you pace the floor from wall to wall
wondering if you have the gall.
to start your life all anew and try to forget your solitude.
yes my friends-i'll tell you now loneliness is a heavy crown.
i'll tell you this'my children beware' age and death are very near.
when you stop and turn around-another step you have found.
with life there is no turning back
no one to help pick up the slack.
with pride and determination you move along
head held high-eyes are strong.
to face the challenge of what is to be.
loneliness and hearthaches must comfort me.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
poem by John Celes
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