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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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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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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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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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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As Angels Understand
A tear runs down my face
I wipe it away
All the words you say
Will not compare to this hurt
My only solace is an angel
A mentor and a friend
Sticking out his wings
Holding me close
Every vowel you said
Every promise you broke
I broke up inside
You went away
You tried to put the blame on me
As angels understand
You are not a part of my life anymore
poem by Marcia Gravett
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And I call her 'Just Meggie' (Meggie Gultiano)
I know you'll find it hard to believe me
If I tell you that they describe you in there poems perfectly
I could hardly understand how I can describe you
Knowing that I really don’t know
What literal perfect words that will fit for you
I've never been like this before
I really love to give my friend and mentor
The words she will cherished eternally
I just don't know how to pour out my feelings for you
I wanted to find those wonderful and bizarre words
To make you realize how much you mean to me
But words continue to elude me
What would they be?
Something poetic?
I'm sure it should be heartfelt and out of the ordinary
I'm afraid it's no use; every time I see your name and your poetry
The words came out the same
Ahhhh….. This woman will always be my Just Meggie!
poem by Rommel Filoteo
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Mentor, Molder, Educator
dedicated to all teachers by profession
as Mentor
let the mentor gives an advice
full of concern with values likewise
shows counsel as a noblest teacher
who design youth's future
full of love valor and vigor
as Molder
let the teacher molds children's wit
making him an instrument in harnessing intellect
developing the innocent with word of respect
motivating and molding future's best
on gaining knowledge kit
as Educator
an educator, the teacher is
who heals ignorance which people faced
in his hands lie great opportunities
of ambitious youth heading
towards dreamway
no brilliant lawyer without a patient teacher
nor comes a great doctor
without an intelligent educator
let us honor and exalt such effort then
let us pray God shall bless all of them
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Role Play Dreams
We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.
It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.
Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
You were someone I could easily love.
Endlessly.
And maybe you felt squeezed.
Or sought you thought to please...
A constant feeding of my needs.
And fresh air was not there enough...
For you to freely breathe.
Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
But you received little of that from me.
And too late it is for me to see.
We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.
It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.
And it that could have been,
Has diminished.
With me,
Selfishly...
Thinking of myself as the center,
Ending your dreams with me...
Foolishly finishing to end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every kid needs a mentor. Everybody needs a mentor.
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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
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Words like silk
Near the edge Mexico's gulf late it's night.
While each both one can, draw a circle,
thus laying down, one heard standing up
Our mentor enriches this gift of said knowledge.
Words like silk ribbons, run off too unwrap it.
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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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Early Works - Tribute To The Teacher
For the late Maurce Callard (The teacher)
Typewriter keys click in succession
words flow gentle and unobtrusive
pages increase in number
books and plays together
thoughts mingle and intertwine
growing more and more with time
master, teacher and friend
not one of us could condemn
we sit and listen with content
the appreciative smile for our achievement.
I could go on and on with praise
but a sonnet is what was desired
so I’ll gracefully retire.
Date unknown (Late 1970’s I think)
poem by David Harris
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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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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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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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Its Too Late
Its too late now for you to say your sorry
Its too late now for you to make amends
Youre gonna pay for all the lies you told me
Well dont apologize cause its too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
Its too late now for you to sympathize, dear
The wheel of time is grinding gainst your dreams
I really wouldnt want to cause no pain now
You said those words, you said them much too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
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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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When I look at the empty chair
When I look
At the empty chair
I feel nostalgic
My mentor, my teacher
Sat on it
Now lies in the corner
Without him
He is no more
Others cannot see him
I can see him sitting
His memories become alive
His teachings revived
Motivates me
To do my best
In an honest way
As he taught me
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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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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