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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

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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

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

Workout Whiners

23 Jan

“Stop whining!” ~Arnold Schwarzenegger

Workout Whiners

“Ow, my arms are sore today
‘Cause of P90X”
So many do complain as they
Rub sore muscles and flex

Why are there so many trainers
Who instruct their pupils
On how to get bodies in shape
But not how to tone scruples?

The exerciser is driven
With goal of looking ripped
But rarely are they told to be
Of soreness nondescript

It doesn’t do them any good
To cry about their aches
Keeping your mouth shut about
The soreness is what makes

A person grow much stronger and
More disciplined as well
The point is not just to endure
It’s to have grace through hell

Look at all the great athletes
From years gone by ‘till now
How many of them complained
Of soreness and said “ow”?

How many great boxers, bikers
Football, tennis players
Whined about their workouts and
Were pessimistic sayers?

Keep in mind next time you’re coached
If they forget to teach
That in addition to hard work
It’s vital not to screech

It’s part of mental discipline
To absorb all the strain
Take comfort that it will pass
And don’t complain of pain

And for those who will respond with
“It is quite good to mention
Anything that’s bothering
For the sake of prevention”

You’ve missed the point, this topic’s not
About what you sound like
When you’re throwing weights around
Or riding on that bike

It is about the little aches
That we complain about
The little soreness that we could
Accept but choose to pout

Awakened muscles used for the
First time in quite a while
Of course they’re going to protest and
Treat pain sensors hostile

“Stop whining” as Arnold said
And so many before
The soreness in your muscles is
Part of the workout chore

                                 ~Miro

Woe is Me

20 Jan

“Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.” ~Og Mandino

Woe is Me

Allow me to use my soap box
To cry about my woes
I’d like to writhe in misery
And focus on my lows

I will express ingratitude
By focusing on times
That hurt, frustrated, caused me stress
The awful unjust crimes

Instead of thinking all about
The good things in my life
A father, mother, brothers, sisters
Nieces, nephew, wife

Employment when so many can’t
Get hired anywhere
Ability to walk when some
Are confined to wheelchair

Woe is me! Forget all that!
This is about my hurt!
Because I didn’t get the things
For which I did exert!

My fears about the things I’ll lose
My angst for selfish wants
My nightmares that I can’t let go
Of old forgotten haunts

I take the time to create this
And hope it will be read
Because I need someone to say
“Please feel better instead!”

And I will still not figure out
It won’t do any good
Until I stop my complaining
And do the thing I should

Because a write of angst does not
Inspire or empower
It helps not author or reader
To light their darkest hour

Perhaps some day I will attain
This universal fact:
That woe is NOT me, I am not
Damaged, broken or cracked

I have a well of strength within
Of love and grace and peace
But when I cry about myself
All of these virtues cease

Anyways, back to my tears
And bitter agony
My torture, torment, misery
My me and me and me

Let me know how much you care
By saying “It’s alright!”
“Hope that you feel better soon!”
And “Have a pleasant night!”

We’ll keep it up ‘till one of us
Sees that it goes nowhere
And recognizes there’s no point
To writings of despair

(In case you cannot detect my
Sarcasm in this write
I am not really suffering
From anguish or from plight

I am a warrior which means
When going does get tough
I do not cry, instead I say
“I haven’t had enough!

One more just like that and then
Another if you please!”
Think of this woeful poem
As just a little tease)

                               ~Miro

Defining Moment

13 Jul

Defining Moment

I had a conversation with
A person recently
Come to think of it, I’ve had
This chit chat with many

The topic begins when the subject
Chooses to lash out
About something that’s raised their ire
Provoking them to pout

They bitch and moan and vent and cry
About how life’s not fair
They posture and they threaten that
No more abuse they’ll bare

They spout out negativity
And warn the world at large
That even though they’ll give what’s got
Somehow they’re still in charge

And there’s a few friends who will pander
Saying, “Right on, man!”
Encouraging their rigidness
Instead of love they can

Show to those who don’t know better
And haven’t got enough
But I’ll admit, love’s not so easy
When you’re acting tough

Instead of feeding their ego
And saying, “Spread the hate!”
I like to chime in with something
That reflects their current state

I read a book by Dan Millman
Called “Peaceful Warrior”
His teachings have opened my eyes
And made my spirit stir

Dan writes that we are not the past
We’re not our accolades
And not things that we hope to be
For those are just charades

The only thing we truly are
Is this very moment
This moment’s what defines you as
A light or a lament

The response I get from those who whine
Is usually the same
“Don’t worry, normally I am
Optimistic!” they exclaim

“Anyone who knows me knows
That I’m an upbeat person!”
They get defensive and upset
While “upbeat” mood does worsen

I like to keep in mind whenever
Something starts to irk
The writings of the Peaceful Warrior
To stop that hate knee-jerk

“We are this moment,” I recall
And let go of the past
Forget about the good will and
Good karma I’ve amassed

Let go of what I hope to be
Of goals not yet achieved
Of the saint that I could be
Whenever I am peeved

And focus on the man I am
At this moment in time
I am exactly how I deal
With this immoral crime

It motivates me to keep calm
And keep an open mind
To make me strong against their scorn
And to my ego, blind

The reaction’s always similar
From those who whine and cry
They take it far too personal
And storm out yelling “BYE!”

But just as in the Peaceful Warrior
When old Soc taught young Dan
After ego’s cooled itself
The seed’s sprouting began

The idea that past accolades
Don’t absolve us from right now
Begins to make more sense and grow
Into a constant vow

To always be defined by how
We deal with this moment
So are you one who’s positive
Or one who likes to vent?

                                 Miro