Wise Words may come
From the mouth of a fool
It’s not what you say
It’s the things that
You do.
You can quote self help gurus
Till you’re blue in the face
But if you sit on your hands
You will stay the same place.
At the end of the day
You must step out in faith
You can’t walk on water
If you’re still in the boat.
There are people who make things happen
And people things happen to
If you don’t take control of what happens
Then things will happen to you.
If you don’t want to be life’s victim
And just let life happen to you
You have to make some choices
And make things happen for you.
If you don’t take charge of what happens
Then good things won’t happen for you.
If you don’t take control of your life
Then other people will.
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Sometimes; poor me
I’m apt to play…..
The victim.
I take all the pain
Because in that way
It’s others to blame
And I am just
The victim.
Things may go wrong
But I won’t be to blame
Someone else will
I will just be
The victim.
I should walk away
And yet choose to stay
Much easier to be
The victim.
It’s all very well to wear a big grin
When life is basically good
But it’s harder to grin
When your life gets rough
And no good reason you should.
Sometimes the hurt is not just in your head
And things are genuinely bad
There are reasons for pain
So look for the root;
The place where you hurt,
If you want to get well again.
Sometimes what makes you angry
Or even just out of joint
Is not the real reason you’re hurting
Or what’s going wrong in your life.
If you do the same things
It will happen again
So what are you going to change?
As I wake from my bed
Put my feet on the floor
I give thanks for the day ahead:
For new thoughts in my head
A clean slate before
And the chance to start over again.
There are things that are bad
That could make me sad
There are things that I can’t control
But I have command of the things in my head
And I’m choosing happiness!
What ever it is
You want in life
You have to remember this.
You won’t always get
It right first time
Something will go amiss.
You have to try
And try again
And not lose sight of this.
There’s no such thing
As a failure till
The point when you give in.
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His team just lost
Your man’s distraught
You say, “It’s only a game”.
Deep down he knows
That this is true
But you’re really missing the point.
“It’s not a matter of life or death”
As a famous manager said
According to Bill Shankley
“It’s more important than that”.
It matters because we want it to
It matters because we care
If we don’t care there is no point
It doesn’t matter at all.
Take away the passion
And what’s it all about?
Take away the passion
And there is no sense at all.
You say that it doesn’t matter
At all that my team’s just lost
“Forget your disappointment
Forget and just move on”.
I know it’d work if I let it
But I really have to care
Because once you stop caring about it
It doesn’t matter at all.
It’s disappointment that makes the triumphs,
Even the small ones, feel good.
How can you enjoy the triumphs
Unless you share the lows?
You can only know the joy of it
If you’re willing to take the pain.
Let yourself stop caring
And it’s never the same again.
Sport for men is passion
The only emotion allowed
The 0ne time tears are permitted
And emotion’s allowed to show.
It matters because we make it
It matters because we care
It’s a chance to feel real passion
Shame it’s only a game.
Can’t really cope with the big stuff
Life and death and such
We leave that to our women
For men it’s just too much.
There’s a tale that’s told
Of a kitten
That liked to chase
After its tail.
It chased it and it
Chased it; but
Try as hard as he might
The poor kitten
Couldn’t catch it
Couldn’t catch it
At all.
Along came an older
Wiser cat
Who watched him for
Quite a while.
“Why are you chasing
Your tail?”, he said.
“You can’t seem to
Catch it at all.”
“I can’t seem to ever
Catch it
That’s true.”
The poor little kitten said,
“But I have to try
And try some more
For I’m convinced you see
That the secret
Of happiness
Must be there
At the very end
Of my tail.”
The older cat watched
For a little while more
Then this is what
He said:
“I used to chase
My own tail once
Convinced I’d
Find happiness there.
But one day I realised
There was no need
To chase my tail any more;
For the secret that I learned
Was this.
There’s happiness
In the tip of my tail
But the wonderful
Thing you see
Is I simply go
Wherever I will
And the tail
Seems to follow me!”
Then the older cat
Upped and walked away
A happy smile on his face
And what the kitten last saw
Was the swish of his tail
As it bobbed along
In his wake.
My poem read loud.
Curse the coffee cups and spoons
The yellow fog, the window panes
Curse the dying of the light
Curse the rage against the night.
Curse daffodils, satanic mills
Pleasure domes, the albatross,
Comparisons to summer day
The last man in, an hour to play.
Curse roads divergent in a wood,
The knock upon a moonlit door
The airman’s helmet and the hawk
Painted women and their talk.
Curse Gunga Din, curse Kubla Khan,
Curse the Tiger burning bright.
Curse Dulce Et Decorum Est
Let Drummer Hodge not find his rest.
Unstop the clocks, unmuffle drums
Forget the honey with your tea.
Forget the grin of bitterness,
The look of rooms returning thence.
Forget the friendly bombs on Slough
And men in brightly lit canteens.
Curse the damns of your content
The crumpling floods that force a vent.
Zero hour will never come,
We won’t ride a merry go round
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You desperately want to be happy
But can only be happy when
You get that new job
Or a lottery win
You’ll surely be happy then?
There’s always another hurdle
One more barrier to cross
But you’ll only really be happy
When you know that you are the boss.
The truth is you’ll never be happy
Till you realise what happy is not
It’s not reaching out for the next thing
It’s to be happy with what you have got.
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