Tag Archives: positivity

Nice

18 Feb

Nice

For today’s inspiration
Let me impart this advice
It’s nice to be important
But more important to be nice

It feels good when people say
You’re great at what you do
But don’t forget to give
Your colleague their review

I know you must be busy
But so is everyone
Most have time for work
But for gratitude, have none

They’re busy with their day
They’re busy with their plans
Too busy to reciprocate
Too busy for their fans

“There’s just so much to do!”
They always justify
And so all of their praise
Does not get a reply

Now I don’t pull my punches
So let me be quite frank
There are four varieties
Of people who don’t thank

The first type is the lazy
The kind who’ll take acclaim
But doesn’t have the energy
In them to give the same

The second type is selfish
They hoard and hoard and hoard
They’ll take the pleasantries of others
But can’t spare a reward

The third type is the ingrate
Who doesn’t even hear
The kudos given to them
That somehow don’t endear

The final type’s the asshole
The prick that smirks, “I know”
The pompous ass who thinks that they’re
Entitled to your dough

I hope to God I’ll never
Become one of these four
Lazy, selfish, ingrate, asshole
I won’t be, I swore

Not that there’s much praise
For the work that I create
Not that I desire it
And not that I await

But for the folks that take the time
To tell me they’ve enjoyed
I’ll always make an effort
To have my thanks deployed

So next time someone says
That you’ve done something great
It’s important to remember
To not take on the trait

Of one of the four types
And let those types entice
It’s nice to be important
But more important to be nice

                                 ~Miro

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Grouch

16 Feb

Grouch

There once was a Grouch who never smiled
Whose expression was always dismal
And regardless of the company they kept
Their outlook was always abysmal

Even if others would say, “Cheer up!
The sun will eventually shine!”
The Grouch would frown and reply, “Maybe not!”
With a pessimistic whine

“The world is what you make of it!”
The believers said with passion
But how much could the Grouch achieve
With a face that was so ashen?

What kind of difference can one make
With no fire in their eyes?
What good’s a Grouch who just critiques
But never really tries

To make the world a better place
With passion and with cheer
What do Grouches hope to gain
With their melancholy sneer?

The most important thing to keep
In mind for every day
Is that your attitude affects
The things that you will say

And attitude’s directly wired
To muscles in your face
It’s your expression that reveals
The mood that’s at your base

So it’s ironic that the Grouch
Could not make the connection
Between their negative outlook
And their own complexion

But something funny happened when
The Grouch did try to smile
Their attitude improved and their
Approach was less hostile

By curving corners of their mouth
Upward instead of down
They found out more could be achieved
With smile instead of frown

The Grouch discovered what you give
Is squarely what you get
If anger is what you put out
Then you will be upset

But if it’s joy you choose to spread
To everyone you meet
Then you’ll discover how kind in
Return the world will treat

And so the Grouch would sneer no more
And not sit back and gripe
Armed with smile as their sword
They would engage the tripe

And always beamed from face and heart
Through good times and through bad
Recognizing the effect
On others that it had

And other Grouches would befall
The power of the grin
When they saw how their mood and smile
Were indeed akin

                                    ~Miro

Light in the Darkness

11 Feb

Light in the Darkness

I hear a lot of folks complain
Of darkness in the world
How negative things have become
And hate that has unfurled

I see them fold their arms across
Their chest and just bemoan
Never doing anything
To change the world’s dark tone

“It’s hopeless!” they often declare
“What difference can I make?”
And that, my friends, is what is wrong
With folks who bellyache

They cannot fathom how one light
One tiny little flame
When lit up in pitch black rooms
Can so much darkness tame

There was a man two thousand years
Ago who was a light
And headlong did He walk into
The darkness of the night

He did not whine about how bad
That people treated Him
He didn’t sit and fold His arms
And let His candle dim

His name was Jesus and He was
The light in the darkness
No matter how much it enveloped
His light would not suppress

He taught people to not just hide
Away from all the gloom
But to enter into the
Most dark and somber room

To take their hope and faith and light
Into the darkest place
And let that light act as a torch
Illuminating grace

Casting out shadows of doubt
And silencing man’s greed
Acting as a beacon of
The hope that we all need

You cannot just sit by and wait
For your way to be lit
Your path can be made clear by light
That you yourself emit

You may work at a dreary job
With melancholy peers
But it will make no difference
If you go change careers

No matter where you choose to be
There will always be those
Who are the darkness in the room
And cast on you their woes

There may be some within your tribe
Who grumble and dissent
But in optimism’s light
Their darkness will relent

So don’t snuff out your flame of hope
And say it’s all for naught
Follow the shining example
That the Saviour taught

Go headlong into the night
And cast your brilliant glow
Just as the great King of Kings
Did all those years ago

Your light may not burn quite as long
As you may hope it to
But the flash left on their eyes
Will always imbue

And inspire others to
Spread their light to the dark
Sometimes all you need to see
Is just a little spark

                                ~Miro

Compliment

9 Feb

Compliment

I’d like to talk a bit about
The compliment today
The act of praise or admiration
To others we display

Specifically I’d like to delve
Into tepid acclaim
The kind of kudo that comes off
As shallow or just lame

I’ve never been one to hold back
When something grabs my eye
If something is phenomenal
I won’t try to deny

That the one who fashioned it
Does have a lot of talent
I’m not shy about giving praise
In fact I am quite gallant

The reason for my willingness
To compliment with vigor
Is because I’ve noticed most
Applause could be quite bigger

I’ve seen great things called “Pretty good”
And awesome called okay
I’ve seen creatives pour their heart
While no one gave a hay

I’ve seen musicians play with passion
In front of a small crowd
Who ignore the talent by
Conversing very loud

Clap whenever the musician
Finishes their tune
Then go back to yammering
While singer tries to croon

I’ve seen directors make their films
With message and with heart
Only to have know-it-alls
Go tear the flick apart

Miss the sweat and tears and blood
That went into the tale
And only nitpick over where
The lights and sound did fail

I’ve seen artists design an opus
With pastel and paint
Only to have people glance
And quickly and say, “How quaint”

I don’t make creative works
For something in return
Compliments are no longer
A thing for which I yearn

I think it’s because most of them
Just fell too short for me
One too many people who
Chose to subdue their glee

But for those who haven’t yet
Starved from the lack of zeal
I think it’s important to let
Them know just how we feel

So next time you think “Pretty good”
Please ask yourself one thing
Are you holding back because
Your ego just might sting?

Is it hard for you to grant
That someone else is great?
Does complimenting other folks
Make your own pride deflate?

Or maybe it’s a sign that you
Simply don’t give a care
“Not bad” is a great way to
Make everyone aware

That you have not taken the time
To hear the message sent
So take a moment and convey
Through hearty compliment

                                 ~Miro

The Egotist

5 Feb

The Egotist

There once was a person who took
Themselves too seriously
Their uptight behaviour was wrought
In the name of being artsy

Their work focused all on themselves
On their torment and strife and their woes
A message of darkness and dread
Is what all of their work did propose

Hours and hours of thought
Put into the things that offended
But missing a final redemption 
No mention of things that were splendid

No mission of nourishing hope
Through color or sculpture or prose
No mention of beautiful coda 
Only the difficult throes

Spreading their ache to whoever
Would bother to listen to them
Maybe those few hoped to find
An inspirational gem

But all that they found were the cries
Of a tortured and tormented soul
Nothing to invigorate
Or empower, stir or console

A few may have felt just the same
And wallowed along with the scribe
Creating a miserable horde
Of people who only subscribe

To the idea that everything’s hopeless
The practice of self-pitying
Never wanting to move forward
To the past is to what they’d all cling

And then there are those who will say
“This kind of thing isn’t for me”
They balk at the darkness and dread
And from then on whenever they see

Some kind of artistic endeavor
They think back to how that last piece
Did nothing to make their enjoyment
Of life on this planet increase

Egotists just want reaction
“You can’t only have joyful views!”
But if it’s destruction you want
I’d recommend watching the news

It’s there every night on TV
Right there in your own living room
Murders and wars and disasters
The everyday six o’clock gloom

Artists do have the rare privilege
Of controlling moods they incite
Why would an artist depress
When instead they could help ignite?

The spirit of hope within someone
To give them the strength to push on
To be a supportive companion
When they feel that all hope is gone

Artists, take heed of this warning
Be mindful what message you send
Within your artwork or your writings
You may be creating a trend

Of work that does no good for others
Or you may be creating a stigma
That art is depressing and weird
In your journey to be an enigma

I hear so many folks say
They’re surprised that my writing has soul
That there’s wisdom and courage within
And that inspiration’s my goal

Surprised, because of how much
Negative work they’ve all seen
So don’t be a part of the problem
Be a part of the vaccine

Don’t be an Egotist
And focus just on your own plight
Be an Artist and use
Your talents to awaken might

                                   ~Miro

The Cancer of Negativity

8 Jul

The Cancer of Negativity

John arrives at work and sees
That something’s gone awry
He rubs his temples angrily
And lets out a big sigh

“I’m sick and tired of this!” he whines
And his cancer does spread
To Jennifer, a co-worker
Who can’t help turn her head

An hour later, Jennifer
Snaps at the cashier who
Asks her to repeat her order
Of her coffee brew

“Venti Macchiato, PLEASE!”
She says indignantly
John’s cancer spreads to the cashier
Which robs her of her glee

The cashier finishes her day
And steps aboard the bus
All seats are taken and she grunts
And huffs and makes a fuss

“Perfect!” she says quite annoyed
“This day has been the worst!”
John’s cancer spreads to passengers
But one man’s not coerced

One man is immune to it
As he stands up from seat
“Please have mine,” he offers but
The cashier does retreat

“No thanks,” she says to him ’cause
The cancer’s grabbed a hold
No one can assist her now
Even those who are bold

Even those who are selfless
Those with great empathy
She’s blind to gestures of goodwill
She wants to disagree

She goes home and has little patience
For her 4 year old
The young girl quickly draws the wrath
Of mom as she does scold

The child and sends her to her room
The young girl sits and pouts
Next day she spreads John’s cancer
As she angrily shouts

The anger and hostility
Continues to spread wide
Impossible to stop because
John didn’t take in stride

The little thing that went awry
And he felt need to voice
His sad, pathetic, weak lament
Of his cancerous choice

To show his negativity
Instead of BEATING CHEST
RELISHING THE CHALLENGE OF
BEING HIS VERY BEST

WELCOMING THE CHANCE TO BE
TESTED BY ALL WHO DARE
TO TEST THE IRON WILL OF A
WARRIOR WHO WILL BARE

WHO WILL ENDURE, SURVIVE, ADAPT
HANDLE AND PERSEVERE
Too bad John and all his victims
Chose to whine and sneer

Instead of rolling up their sleeves
And saying “I will not
Be ravaged by the same cancer
With which you have been wrought”

Too bad they did not declare
“COME HIT ME WITH YOUR WORST!”
Too bad all of them believed
That they weren’t blessed, but cursed

Too bad many more will fall
To this disease because
They focus not on THIS MOMENT
But instead on what was

Or what they wished had been, too bad
More Warriors don’t walk
The Earth and show immunity
To such negative talk

                               ~Miro

Law of Attraction

10 Jun

“We don’t attract what we want, we attract what we are.” ~unknown

magnetLaw of Attraction

Attraction’s law is quite simple
To understand, my friends
It states that what comes to one is
Exactly what one sends

A grumble and a groan on Monday
Morning? Wait and see
What that kind of mindset attracts
It brings grimness to thee

A sigh and sorrow when challenge
Appears to block your path?
That attitude will not bring strength
Instead, just hardship’s wrath

To say “I cannot do it” is
To simply speak what’s true
Those with no faith in themselves
Are right, they seldom do

But those who are more careful with
The message they put out
Those who do not cry, lament
Complain, bemoan and pout

Attract exactly what they send
If they proclaim, “I’m strong!”
Then strength will come to them no matter
If the day is long

Those who beat their chest and say
“This challenge I will beat!”
Attract the fortitude to never
Feel sting of defeat

Those who say, “I will survive!
I’ll thrive! I will endure!”
Attract vitality, longevity
Clout and allure

Blame no one but yourself for all
That you attract each day
If negativity is everywhere
It’s ‘cause you say

Negativity when you
Could make another choice
So what today will you attract
With your magnetic voice?

                              ~Miro