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To Mock A King
To Mock A King
Anyone can mock a man
And yes, most people do
Even without realizing
With their flippant spew
Anyone can mock a leader
Someone who tries hard
But often fails because they are
By their followers marred
Anyone can mock a God
Since most just can’t conceive
A being that’s far greater than
They are, they can’t believe
But there is a rare breed that can
Willingly mock a King
As a servant of one, I can’t
Think a sadder thing
My own King is one who receives
A lot of foolish mocking
I hear His name said as a swear
While I hear people talking
I hear the ignorant make fun
Without giving a thought
Of what this King did sacrifice
And lessons that He taught
They laugh and think this long-haired
Bearded King is so inane
They do not stop to think about
The suffering and pain
They show no thought of the message
Of love that He did guide
They disregard the grace He kept
Moments before He died
It takes a very unique person
To mock this great King
To make dumb jokes, to throw insults
To laugh and insults fling
It takes one that’s oblivious
To sacrificing all
To give everything of yourself to
Answer a higher call
It takes someone who does not see
Does not appreciate
A person who’s mission in life
Was to reduce the hate
Keep this fact in mind next time
You hear these people mock
Don’t just stand by silently
Don’t turn around and walk
Say things as you see them and
Remind them, tell them of
The life and mission of that King
His purpose: spreading love
Tell them that to mock a King
Takes very little class
Tell them when one mocks a King
It’s mocker who’s the ass
Tell them that they mock because
They feel they have low worth
Tell them that we must have something
Sacred on this Earth
To mock another is a sign
Of weakness and of fear
It’s one thing to mock family
A friend or mock a peer
But when one mocks a King I say
There is no greater shame
A revelation that they won’t
Give anyone acclaim
Hero
Hero
Heroes are what children need
As they begin to grow
Someone who values morals
And hard work won’t forgo
When I was a little boy
I knew a hero who
Embodied all the traits that I
Would employ when I grew
This hero worked his hardest to
Provide for all his kin
He put the needs of family
Before his own therein
He didn’t go out partying
And didn’t socialize
Every weekend, ‘cause to him
His family was the prize
Many times the places where
He worked would just close down
He never got depressed or drank
To make his sorrows drown
Tomorrow was a new day so
This hero hit the street
Never feeling anxious or
Dramatic or downbeat
He’d always find a new job ‘cause
The bosses plainly saw
A trait he had that somehow would
Employers always draw
His English wasn’t all that good
But his eyes did reveal
Fluently that this hero
Did his job with much zeal
He didn’t moan and whine and cry
When the work day began
He always gave his best and always
Acted like a man
He cared about the things that mattered
God, his kids, his wife
And didn’t give a crap about
The petty things in life
Like competition that so many
Wasted money on
While others were out making bets
This hero mowed his lawn
While others spent their dough on latest
Fashions, travel, cars
And blew all of their money at
The race tracks and the bars
This hero put in overtime
So that his house was paid
‘Cause he never believed in
Depending on bank’s aid
He never owned a credit card
Because it made no sense
To buy with money that you didn’t
Have in present tense
This hero may not have been a
Philosopher or scholar
But wisdom can also come from
Those who wear a blue collar
From him I learned integrity
From him I learned respect
I learned to stand up as a man
And as a man, protect
This hero taught me to say “No,
That doesn’t work for me”
He taught me sometimes you have to
Speak up and disagree
When someone doesn’t try their best
When someone drags their ass
When someone shows great disrespect
When someone shows no class
When someone doesn’t care as much
As you push yourself to
When someone takes for granted what
In life you can pursue
A child needs a hero as
It grows to an adult
Take it serious, don’t be
An aloof insult
To the concept of mentor
Teacher, trainer, guide
Be a hero so your kids
Remember you with pride
for Dad
Code of Bushidō: Respect (Rei)
Code of Bushidō: Respect (Rei)
Virtue four of Bushidō:
The ethic of respect
A concept that has long since died
But now we’ll resurrect
To show regard for other folks
To see what they have done
To pay respect for all the work
And miles that they run
To take notice of efforts made
And make efforts as well
To not just think of compliments
But to speak up and tell
To make the little gestures that
Show others our esteem
A bow, a nod, a handshake or
A smile where we beam
Waiting ‘till one’s finished speaking
To give our two cents
Cutting someone off is a
Disrespect so immense
Letting others say their peace
And though we disagree
Having respect for their view
And saying “Let it be”
Keeping promises and taking
The time to respond
Warriors and respect are
An unbreakable bond
Paying back or paying forward
Good deeds paid to us
Action that is second nature
No need to discuss
The key to respect is that others
All come before you
Respect is something that selfish
People cannot accrue
Because they’re too busy concerned
With what they want from you
To be able to pay respect
As true warriors do
~Miro
The Code of Bushidō
The Code of Bushidō
Many different warriors
Have walked the face of Earth
From many different areas
But all shared the same worth
One of these was Bushidō:
“Way of the Warrior-Knight”
Although these ancient Japanese
Nobles are gone from sight
The seven virtues that they all
Adhered to still live on
The Warrior-Knight’s way continues
To inspire and spawn
People from all walks of life
To strive for Rectitude
Courage and Benevolence
Respect that they imbued
Honesty and Honor and the
Final virtue of
Loyalty all formed the code
Which set them all above
Other people who did not
Adhere to self-imposed
Laws and regulations that
Would keep their calm composed
Seven virtues that make up
The moral principles
That keep a warrior grounded
Whenever trouble pulls
Virtues that can anchor us
Firmly in peace and grace
Whenever anger, frustration
And setbacks show their face
~Miro
What I Don’t Want
“When you don’t get what you want, you’re unhappy. When you get what you don’t want, you’re unhappy. Even when you get what you want, you’re still unhappy, because it doesn’t last forever.” ~Socrates, Way of the Peaceful Warrior
What I Don’t Want
I don’t want people to be kind
And thoughtful and relate
I don’t want people to let go
Of all their ancient hate
I don’t want people to give of
Themselves without a thought
Of what they will get in return
And what to them is brought
I don’t want people to try hard
To go the extra mile
I don’t want strangers to say “Hi”
And give a friendly smile
I don’t want people to accept
Their struggles just as tests
I don’t want them to stand up straight
And beat upon their chests
I don’t want people to be strong
Courageous, passionate
I don’t want people to refuse
To ever, ever quit
I don’t want people to be patient
With others who stress
I don’t want people to be graceful
With those who aggress
I don’t want people to let go
Of petty little things
Like grudges, bitterness, insults
Cheap shots, offenses, stings
As long as I don’t want these things
I will not be unhappy
Whenever I see people treat
Each other very crappy
~Miro
Starving for Attention
“There is nothing so pathetic as a bore who claims attention – and gets it.” ~Author Unknown
Starving for Attention
There are some people out there who
Are starving for attention
They live for other people giving
Them the slightest mention
They let on like they care about
The things you have to say
But watch their egos flare up when
You don’t give time of day
The ego doesn’t like to give
Benefit of the doubt
Their selfish little minds begin
To whine and cry and pout
They start to make assumptions like
“You’re scared of what I said!
I must have made you upset so
Now that is why you’ve fled!”
It is the same song sung by those
Who are so malnourished
For praise, approval, respect and
Other selfish things wished
I’ve been called angry by those who
Have missed 200 writes
Filled with messages of peace
And strength, avoiding fights
Poems that proclaim there is
No use in arguing
Ballads that say “Walk on” when
Their ego feels the sting
The ones who starve for attention
Are quite easy to spot
They are not understanding when
They don’t get what they’ve sought
They make assumptions, grasp at straws
And start to act really pissy
To them your silence is an act
Of a cowardly sissy
The warrior is not rattled
And does not dignify
They do not lower themselves ‘cause
The road they take is high
Words like “scared” and “upset” will
Just roll off of their backs
The warrior has peace of mind
Because they know the facts
And ignorant assumptions by
The starving don’t mean squat
To those who crave it so badly
They will remain distraught
Because there never will be enough
Attention to please
The more they get, the more they want
The more it won’t appease
I have no qualms with starving them
My attention is saved
For selfless, loving people who
To ego aren’t enslaved
~Miro
Embarrassed
“The rate at which a person can mature is directly proportional to the embarrassment he can tolerate.” ~Douglas Engelbart
Embarrassed
I talked the other day about
A word that I won’t use
“Jealousy” is not the only
Word I strove to lose
“Embarrassed” is a word that isn’t
Part of my vocab
When others try to poke their fun
I just don’t feel their jab
Embarrassment is rooted in
The fear of ridicule
The fear that others will disprove
The fear you won’t be cool
And fear is something that I don’t
Allow to guide my path
My journey cannot be diverted
By a bully’s wrath
And that’s exactly what one is
Whenever they make fun
Instead of kudos and esteem
They simply choose to shun
Belittle, bad-mouth, criticize
Diminish and deride
Discredit, downplay, minimize
With attitude so snide
The irony that hit me just
A couple years ago
Was that the true cowards were those
That always seemed to crow
About how silly I would look
When I would do my thing
How absurd my interests were
Despite the joy they’d bring
It dawned on me there was no point
In trying to appease
People who had contracted
The deadly “Fear Disease”
Those who always thought twice of
The things that they enjoyed
Because embarrassment was what
They wanted to avoid
They picked the clothes most likely to
Be thought of as “in style”
They changed their interests to those that
Were least likely to rile
They were too scared to stand apart
To stand alone, unique
They’d rather be lost in the crowd
That be considered “geek”
They were afraid and disappointed
That themselves they failed
That they let the door slam shut
By Fear and had been jailed
When I read of warriors
Who had no thought of Fear
My actions, interests and purpose
Had become very clear
No longer did Fear’s voice whisper
“What will the others think?”
Instead, my Courage screamed “Watch out!
I’m breaking out this clink!”
And it continues to bellow
Its strong and steady voice
Reassuring constantly
To help make the right choice
“Nevermind what cowards think!
The followers, the sheep!
Let them spew their ignorance
‘Cause I don’t give a *bleep*!
Let them watch from the sidelines
And snicker as I run
Towards the end zone while they stand
And get not one thing done
Laugh and mock the things I do
While they make very sure
That nothing on their end could be
Considered immature
Living to avoid the jeers
Of those who don’t deserve
Any kind of respect ‘cause
They don’t have any nerve”
Do what makes you happy and
Don’t ever be afraid
Of embarrassment because
It only makes joy fade
Recognize that those you fear
Are just as scared as you
Content to sit, banter and watch
As your Courage breaks through
~Miro
Confronted
“When people do not respect us we are sharply offended; yet in his private heart no man much respects himself.” ~Mark Twain
Confronted
A fascinating thing occurs
When others do confront
Ego puts up defenses
When we hear truth that’s blunt
When we’re alone, we’re well aware
We are far from perfect
But when there’s someone else around
The ego goes unchecked
Suddenly we do no wrong
And those who are candid
Make us feel with their review
Like cow being branded
We feel put on the spot and are
Afraid they know the truth
We say things like “You don’t know me!”
And start to lose our couth
The fear is that the things we think
Are most imperative
Are really insignificant
For what we need to live
I’ve heard from hundreds who have said
“Your rhymes are truth to me”
And many times they did not fill
The reader with much glee
They did not feel all warm and fuzzy
Like when they have read
A sugar-sweet one-liner where
Not one tough truth is said
You’ll never get control of your
Ego with head in sand
Confrontation need’nt be
Battled like your last stand
Take a breath and listen to
The pounding in your chest
The buzzing in your brain that’s making
You feel oh so stressed
Forget about the person that
You think has brought this on
Only for a moment pretend
That they are now gone
And look within to see the true
Culprit which brought you stress
The two-faced ego which before
When alone did confess
To you that you are not perfect
That you have made mistakes
That you are riddled with regret
And don’t have what it takes
It’s those who do not shy away
From confronting ego
That finally do break its grip
And learn, evolve and grow
They do not let it control them
Instead, it’s on their chain
Fully under control so that
Peace and grace can reign
~Miro
The Old Child
“A warrior is never under siege. To be under siege implies that one has personal possessions that could be blockaded. A warrior has nothing in the world except his impeccability, and impeccability cannot be threatened.” ~Don Juan
The Old Child
(based on a true story)
The other day at City Hall
While I sat and did write
Beside me I heard an old man
Complain and bitch and fight
He spoke on his cell phone to someone
That had let him down
He berated and badmouthed them
While wearing quite a frown
After several minutes he
Then made another call
This person too was on the end
Of his frustrated brawl
He talked of self-importance and
How he won’t stand for it
And swore a blue streak while he threw
A little child’s fit
And just as he finished his call
A young man sauntered by
And asked him for a smoke because
His carton had run dry
This old man man scoffed and said “No way
Why don’t you get a job?”
A dirty look of disgust was
What he then chose to lob
The young man then moved on to me
And made the same request
I made an effort to be nice
And smile as I confessed
“I don’t smoke” and he smiled back
But after a few feet
He turned around and walked back to
The first man he did greet
“You do not have to be so rude”
The young man said to old
“Go to hell!” the old man said
And other words did scold
The young man took another step
Said “Got a problem, pal?”
Suddenly the old man had
Not quite as much morale
“No,” he said and waved him off
And young man walked away
Old man then turned to face me
Expecting me to say
“What a jerk” or “little punk”
But instead I asked him
“What’s the greatest purpose in
Your life?” which made him grim
He got upset just as he had
With two calls and the smoker
He called me way too deep and some
Brainwashed pathetic joker
I calmly said “That’s the problem
You don’t think deep enough
You’re more concerned with shallow thoughts
Like acting big and tough”
I watched calmly as ego writhed
And spat and flailed away
Feeling as if under fire
With venom to spray
I told him “When I’m gone and you
Have no need to posture
When ego is alone you’ll hear
Your own truth and be sure
That serving others is what we
Are placed here to achieve
The ones who serve only themselves
Are those who always grieve”
He blew things out of proportion
And missed many a notion
“What am I supposed to do?”
He said with great commotion
“I don’t have any smokes so what
Do you want me to do?”
I said “Just ‘cause you can’t oblige
Does not mean you must spew
Anger, hatred, disrespect
And treat people so poor”
Then I mentioned his two calls
Which made him insecure
He got up in a huff and said
He’d had enough of me
I told him that he was still young
But one day he would see
He laughed and said he was older
Than me but I inquired:
“Does age to you only mean how
Many years have expired?
Or does it mean how much you’ve learned
How much grace you’ve amassed
Or is it just how many days
Of breathing that have passed?”
Once again his ego screamed
And said “If you’re so nice
Why don’t you go give that stupid
Bum your Mac device?”
“You’ve missed the point” I said again
“He didn’t ask for it
He asked me for a smoke and then
He smiled with no fit
For you he turned around and wanted
To engage in war
And you backed down ‘cause of the two
It seems that you had more
To lose, and that’s the root of why
You’re always so upset
You cause your own frustration when
You want but you don’t get
You don’t accept what is, instead
You swear and point a finger
Never realizing how
Your hateful words do linger”
There’s only so much truth that an
Old child can hear at once
He gathered all his things and stood
While calling me a dunce
I noted that he once again
Was seeking comfort ‘cause
He didn’t find it comfortable
To have his brain abuzz
All he wanted from me was
A nod in agreement
But warriors do not pander
To those who rant and vent
And I imagine once that old
Child has cooled his mind
Let go of his anger and
Looked within he will find
That he’s in fact the cause of all
His unrest and turmoil
There’s only one person to blame
Just one that is his foil
I saw a light bulb moment when
I told him that old truth
For just one second he did not
Look so much like a youth
And that’s because no matter how
Upset we may all get
The truth deep down inside of us
Illuminates our fret
He walked away while mumbling
With much to think about
Deep thoughts which will cast his selfish
Way of life in doubt
That wisdom has little to do
With years or centuries
Some are youthful wise old souls
And some, just old babies
~Miro
