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Inaction

2 Apr

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Sick

28 Nov

“I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness worth while.” ~George Bernard Shaw

Sick

This warrior is sick today
Seems that I’ve caught the flu
No, I will not whine and cry
Because the time was due

I have been very grateful for
The health that I’ve enjoyed
One cannot expect life to be
Of sickness devoid

Speaking of your aches and pains
Will not do any good
Your effect on other people
Should be understood

You don’t do yourself or others
Any service if
All you do is moan about
How you are sick and stiff

Always keep in mind that it
Will soon have run its course
Illness isn’t something that
Must be met with remorse

Use it as a chance to see
How much health means to you
Run a little further when
You are over that flu

Walk an extra mile when
You have beaten that cold
Hit the weight room harder when
That fever’s lost its hold

Don’t be so dramatic and
Just cry of agony
Bide your time and be patient
Until you’re illness-free

And when you are, resume your fight
By giving it your all
Sickness isn’t more than just
A momentary stall

                        ~Miro

Warrior Self-Defense

26 Sep

“The most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight, but has no vision.” ~Helen Keller

Warrior Self-Defense

When someone points a finger and says
I’ve said something wrong
I don’t feel need to go into
A self-defending song

Because those who aren’t fans of my
Warrior mentality
Are weaklings who get upset when
I say, “I disagree”

They don’t get what they want and so
They wear a “Boo-Boo Face”
They cry to everyone and show
Not much poise, tact, or grace

They gossip, whine and tattle since
Their weak words hold no weight
With me because I hear the truth
This is what I translate:

Their words say, “I am selfish” and
“I have no empathy”
“I think just of myself” and “I
Am spoiled, I’m not free

Of ego’s hold, I want, I want
And if I do not get
I whine! I cry! I hurt! Complain!
I moan, gripe and I fret!”

I never feel need to defend
My words because I know
It would make me as pathetic
As my cowardly foe

I know the truth is too complex
For such a simple mind
The ignorant and selfish are
To my motives quite blind

And so I just have one response
To weaklings who accuse
That I’m insensitive, that I
Lack tact, that I abuse:

“Pathetic,” is my rebuttal
“Pathetic, through and through”
The word “pathetic” cuts real deep
Because they know it’s true

‘Contemptibly inadequate
So why on Earth would I
Waste more than three syllables
When I give my reply?

Whiner Wayne

18 Oct

Whiner Wayne

There was a boy named Whiner Wayne
Who whined and cried and moaned
When something went
All messed and bent
Young Wayne just sat and moaned

And if by magic all those things
Were suddenly detained
Every trial
Turned to smile
Simply ‘cause Wayne complained

A trouble reared and quickly Wayne
Would whine, “It is not fair!”
And magically
It ceased to be
And stopped causing despair

And there were other troubles too
Which didn’t affect Wayne
He watched on net
And TV set
Other people complain

But nothing that they said or did
Made troubles go away
So Wayne breathed deep
And then did weep
And complained and did say:

“It is not fair! It shouldn’t be!”
And magically it stopped
Those irate
With all their hate
Suddenly did adopt

An understanding attitude
Because Wayne had complained
All was well
‘Cause Wayne did yell
About the things that pained

Then one day Wayne did wake up
And came to realize
That it would seem
Only in dream
Were his complaints and cries

Capable of fixing things
In real world, it helped not
To whine, to cry
To just sob, “Why?”
To be mad and distraught

And so Wayne grew to be a man
And became one of few
Who understood
It did no good
To whine and cry and stew

When others hoped that magic would
Prevent their lives decline
Silent Wayne
Would just refrain
And DO instead of whine

                                ~Miro

Sorry Sam

12 Mar

“If you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it.”  ~Anthony J. D’Angelo


Sorry Sam

There was a man named Sorry Sam
Who always felt so sorry
For himself and his troubles
Let me relate his story

Old Sorry Sam just cried all day
About all of his pain
And after several days of this
He drove others insane

While Sorry Sam was seeking some
Pity and sympathy
All that came from others was
Negative energy

His lack of strength and backbone made
The others all quite sick
While Sam thought himself a martyr
The others thought “a prick”

While Sorry Sam thought his burden
Was far too much to bear
His whining and ingratitude
Made others just not care

“Gratitude for what?” old Sam
Scoffed as he winced from ache
The others shook their heads and said
“For fact you’re still awake!”

The fact that you’re still breathing when
There are so many braver
Who never whined and cried but now
No longer have your favor

They’re buried in the ground or are
Adrift as dust in wind
You’re crying and complaining as if
You are being skinned!

Show some grace and just shut up
And take it like a man
You’d be surprised just how far your
Courage and strength do span

If only you’d just shut up and
Stop running your big mouth
And focus on another body
Part that is due south:

Your guts, the stuff that pulls you though
Whatever does attack
The guts are what makes people stop
Acting like a sad sack!”

Sorry Sam just stood in awe
His mouth wide and agape
He had hoped for some sympathy
But instead got a scrape

A kick, a punch, and scalding hot
Water thrown on ego
Suddenly he didn’t feel
Like crying of his woe

When he had been a witness to
Some whining in return
While listening to them complain
Sorry Sam then did learn

That no one does get sympathy
When all they do is wretch
And so from then old Sorry Sam
No longer did kvetch

Whenever something did not go
According to his plan
Old Sorry Sam did not complain
He took it like a man

Whenever his big aches and pains
Attacked and ripped away
Old Sorry Sam just grit his teeth
So mouth would not betray

And soon enough there came a day
When Sorry Sam was Strong
And then one day there came a man
Who rubbed Strong Sam quite wrong

This other man just whined and cried
And after many days
Old Strong Sam bellowed “Shut your trap!
And don’t just cry, but praise!

Be thankful for what you still have
And don’t focus on bad!”
He thought about how he had changed
And now he was quite glad

That he was not pathetic or
In need of people’s pity
He saw that what’s within is stronger
Than a whole committee

Of people who just pander and
Feel sorry for the weak
He thought about how ironic
It was that many seek

And wish and pray for sympathy
But they have what they need
But only when their mouth is shut
Can their truth strength be freed

                                           ~Miro

Junk People

15 Feb

“Sometimes in life as you grow, your friends will either grow or go. Surround yourself with people who reflect values, goals interests and lifestyles.” ~Author Unknown


Junk People

“You are what you eat”
As the old saying goes
But we’re also defined
By the friends that we chose

Just like when we
Only consume junk food
Which leaves us lethargic
And in a bad mood

So too do junk people
Have the same effect
Those who lack drive
In us will reflect

The ones who are lazy
The ones so afraid
Malnourish our spirit
And passion degrade

The ones who seek short cuts
The ones who complain
Junk people encourage
Our dread and disdain

And just as we must
Sometimes clear out the shelves
Of chocolate and chips
To take care of ourselves

So too we must
Sometimes clear out our list
Of junk people who seem to
Constantly resist

The truth that we’re here
To face challenges bravely
To not look on tests
With an attitude gravely

To embrace change and seek
To grow stronger each day
To do all of the things
That we so proudly say

The key to your health
Lies in foods consumed
The same goes for spirit
It lies in folks that bloomed

You must fill your circle
With people who try
People who hope
And themselves apply

Brothers and sisters
Who all show no fear
Who choose to inspire
All those far and near

Don’t worry if you
Cannot track them down
I guarantee there’s
Quite a few in your town

But first you will need
To clear junk people out
And once their effect
Of negative doubt

No longer lingers
You’ll finally see
The positive people
Who’ll help you be free

Of complaining and whining
And accepting less
It’s these positive people
That inspire success

                          ~Miro

Ribbons of Angst

26 Jan

“When you feel fear, use the sword.  Take it up here and cut the mind to ribbons.  Slash through all those regrets and fears, anything else that lives in the past and the future.” ~Socrates, “Way of the Peaceful Warrior”

Ribbons of Angst

You’ll rarely find a rhyme of mine
In which I fret, bemoan and whine
In fact there may not be a single
Angst and torment laden jingle

True, there are some diatribes
Which contain a few sterner vibes
But not once have I written where
Just misery I did declare

There always is a message of
Empowerment, support and love
So since I’m human and still feel
The same frustrations, what’s the deal?

Where are the poems in which I
Kvetch, complain, lament and cry?
I feel the same feelings as you
But with my sword I cut them through

I recognized those tormentors
Unsheathed my blade and fought those wars
To ribbons they were reduced to
And with the wind, away they blew

I do not have a single piece
Of ribbon to make forehead crease
I could not humor you at all
Of fears that tried to make me fall

And that is why I do not speak
Of moments where I’m scared and weak
My blade reduces every fear
To ribbons which then disappear

When you are suffering and hurt
And grab a pen and want to blurt
Instead, try grabbing sword instead
And face the battle in your head

Confront your torments and swing hard
And leave them severed, slashed and marred
Reduce the angst to ribbons, then
Write of your conquest with that pen

                                           ~Miro