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Gossip: a poem by an anonymous author

 

Gossip Poem quote

 

 

 

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Drop a Word (aka: Mean Girls)

 

Technically its not gossip if

 

Drop a Word

(Aka: Mean Girls)

 

 

I drop a word in your ear

About that person, the one I secretly loathe

Something ‘they say’, plucked from the grapevine

(A fact? A fiction? Really, who’s to know?)

 

I didn’t hear it from the horse’s mouth

It is you see, a shocking thing

But apparently, (although I can’t say one hundred percent for sure)

It has a totally truthful ring

 

Of course I didn’t ask the ‘horse’, (the person)

For their side of the story

That would require talking, which could be awkward

And I’m really not up for that, (so sorry!)

 

Though I wasn’t there, and I didn’t see it

I swear it has been verified

(By all my friends, my family,

And by everyone else who’s on my side)

 

A friend of a friend did ask the ‘horse’, (the person), you know

And although they explained this and that

The friend of a friend reported that what was said was open to interpretation

(The truth is fluid – and that’s a factual fact!)

 

I know I really shouldn’t gossip

Gossip leaves such a nasty taste!

But, I’m really concerned about this person

(Concerned that they should be put firmly back in their place!)

 

So as much as it pains me

I must tell you all about it – just you, just in case

(In case that person thought they could share

My friends, my spotlight – in general – my space!)

 

I won’t say much, just a word, just a look

(I know you’ll be begging me for more!

Once a word is dropped, it gains momentum,

It springs to life with a roar!)

 

So I drop a word in your ear

(Hoping it travels to your tongue)

I smile at your ‘No! Really?’ in that disapproving tone. You lean forward, a hushed question on your lips

Yep. My work here is done

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

“A slanderer goes about revealing confidential talk;

Do not associate with one who loves to gossip.”

– Proverbs 20:19, The New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures

 

 

“A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.”

– Ouida

  

 

“Gossip needn’t be false to be evil — there’s a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around.”

– Frank A. Clark

 

 

“Trying to squash a rumour is like trying to unring a bell.”

– Shana Alexander

 

 

“The biggest liar in the world is They Say.”

– Douglas Malloch

 

 

“There is so much good in the worst of us,

And so much bad in the best of us,

That it hardly becomes any of us

To talk about the rest of us.”

– Edward Wallis Hoch

 

 

 


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Trust

 

love all trust a few collage - black edging

 

 

Trust

 

 

 

Much more observant than I seem

I see all the in between

I know what lies behind the words

I see the nouns in the verbs

 

I’ve seen the signs and heard the tales

I know how the wind can fill those sails

When gossip blows no anchor can hold and stay

And a reputation is simply blown away

 

Critical tongues cut and rake

As their pound of flesh they take

They don’t regard the pain they cause

As salt they pour on still festering sores

 

Trying to prove superior by critical talk

Is like trying to carve a stone with chalk

It’s pointless and useless and it doesn’t work

All it ever achieves is hurt

 

Jealousy is a devouring beast

When it finds a target, it finds a feast

It picks and pokes and whips, until it draws blood

And what begins as a trickle, all too soon becomes a flood

 

So I look and listen and I take note

And I don’t jump on just any boat

I don’t give my trust to those without heart

If I see them coming, I depart

 

For I’m not as young as you might think

I’ve stood upon hell’s fiery brink

I’ve been to the war and seen the slain

I’ve seen how lies kill and maim

 

Deep as a well inside this skin

The clown facade is light and thin

Serious lurks just beneath

A vigilant warrior against any fickle thief

 

The vague is just a disguise I wear

A shield against what I cannot bear

Knowledge burns behind tired eyes

Experience has left them worldly wise

 

Seeing things that most would miss

Always expecting the Judas kiss

Hoping over and over to be wrong

Even as sound the first notes of that familiar song

 

Trust is given at great risk and cost

And trust is never ever simply lost

It departs like fireworks on a new years day

It bursts without warning and then fades away

 

As wreaths of sorrow for innocence we lay

It takes an odyssey to regain something still in decay

Born from the ashes of loss and grief

A shrewd phoenix rises from the fire with new belief

 

When the price of gaining wisdom has been betrayal

Born from life’s stinging hail

It’s difficult to let another in

It takes time to learn how to believe again

 

All too clearly you can see the coming pain

So you withdraw early from the game

You hide, you run, you disappear

You cloak yourself with a fake veneer

 

Sometimes you wish you didn’t know

You couldn’t see how things will go

That you were stupid and thick and dumb

That you hadn’t had to learn to run

 

That experience hadn’t given you new eyes

That you still believed all the lies

That you hadn’t lost those rose coloured glasses

That you still saw over every fence, greener grasses

 

Because although you have learnt to let go and forgive

To simply live and let live

You don’t expect anything from anyone anymore

Self sufficiency keeps the cold from the door

 

But when amongst the rocks you do find a gem

You treasure it for always, just as you did back then

The diamonds in your life are brighter than before

Because they’ve been through the fire and the war

 

The most beautiful diamond sparkling bright

Is the one you found on the deepest, darkest night

It’s the most valuable treasure of your life

Made indestructible through all the strife

 

A shiny new trust that will never fade

Born from standing beneath the blade

Faith and trust in your Father above

Hope, strong and solid in the God of all love

 

He’s there to carry you where you can’t walk

All the things He says are more than just talk

He’s shown you over and over, He will always be there

He will always come through, He will always care

 

Someday soon He will bring an end

To all the sorrow and grief, and the need to pretend

His world will bring a paradise of truth

Where you will be able to trust without proof

 

Where friends are real in word and deed

Where words are meant and can be believed

Where you never need fear to let yourself be known

For genuine people will be where ever you roam

 

Walls will come apart brick by brick

No matter how long they’ve been up, no matter how thick

A healing of souls long torn to shreds

As flowers bloom in what were once thorny beds

 

Tired eyes will smile on that day

I’ll open the doors and let the vigilance blow away

The clown will dance for real and not for fake

A heart free to love, without fearing to break

 

Trust will be reborn never to fade

No more wreaths will need ever more be laid

Jehovah will see and smile down from up above

As like mirrors we reflect his trust and indestructible love

 

 

Rach

2010

 

 

 

“Do not put your trust in princes. Nor in a son of man, who cannot bring salvation.”

– Ps 146:3

 

 

“Trust in Jehovah forever.”

– Isaiah 26:4

 

 

“Those knowing your name will trust in you; You will never abandon those seeking you, O Jehovah.”

– Ps 9:10

 

 

“The last thing we expect others to do, it’s the last thing they do before we learn we cannot trust them.” 

― Lauren Kate, Teardrop

 

 

“Ultimately, there can be no complete healing until we have restored our primal trust in life.”

― Georg Feuerstein

 

 

“Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

 

 

 “Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.”

― George MacDonald

 

 

“In God we trust, all others we virus scan.”

– Anon

 

 

“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.”

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

 

 

“A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.” 

― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

 

 

“Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; 

Be true to your word and your work and your friend; 

Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,

Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.” 

― John Boyle O’Reilly, Life of John Boyle O’Reilly

 

 

“We’re paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It’s that simple.” 

― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

 

 
“Trust starts with truth and ends with truth.”

― Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday

 

 

 
“But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,’ said Frodo.
Sam looked at him unhappily. ‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin–to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours–closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

 

 

“The shifts of fortune test the reliability of friends.”

― Cicero, De Senectute De Amicitia

 

 

“Trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice than you can do now.” 

― Jane Austen, Emma

 

 

“In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did not
completely trust anyone.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

 

 

“I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I’ve never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.”

― Shania Twain

 

 

“Never trust a man with a lunatic wife in an attic,” Richard told me. “And anyone named Heathcliff should make you suspicious.”

― John Irving, In One Person

 

 

“Kids are trusting and wise and I cannot think of a less useful combination to be born with. The wisdom lets children know who they are. And then the trust lets everyone else take that knowledge away.”

― Sean Wilsey, Oh the Glory of it All

 

 

“I resolved to tell my guardian that I doubted Orlick being the right sort of man to fill a post of trust at Miss Havisham’s. ‘Why of course he is not the right sort of man, Pip,’ said my guardian, comfortably satisfied beforehand on the general head, ‘because the man who fills the post of trust never is the right sort of man.”

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

 

 

“We should trust people to be exactly what they have proven themselves to be, no more and no less.”

― Ryan Winfield, South of Bixby Bridge

 

 

“Me, I’m dishonest, and you can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for.”

― Johnny Depp

 

 

“Never trust a computer you can’t throw out a window.”

― Steve Wozniak

 

 

“I go to movies expecting to have a whole experience. If I want a movie that doesn’t end, I’ll go to a French movie. That’s a betrayal of trust to me. A movie has to be complete within itself; it can’t just build off the first one or play variations.”

― Joss Whedon

 

 

“Never trust a man, who when left alone with a tea cosy… doesn’t try it on.”

― Billy Connolly

 

 

“I’ve always very earnestly tried to do my best, so I just have to trust that and forgive myself for being fallible.”

― Claire Danes

 

 

 

 (Yep. Went a bit nuts with the quotes on this poem – 😛 There are just so many great ones. I guess trust is a common issue – making it a reoccurring theme through out history. ~ R )

 

 

 

 


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Don’t Understand

 

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Don’t Understand

 

 

 

 

There are so many things I just don’t understand

They leave me wondering, leave me scratching my head

Puzzled and bemused by things that have been done

By words written or things said

Negative, critical, bitter, jealous, or judgmental

Competitive, shallow, vain, arrogant, and mean

It all just confounds me, just does in my head

 

 

I don’t understand a judgmental attitude

Making critical comments about whether others do enough

Pointing out flaws and failings and such

The judgmental person must be extremely tough

For they walk around with a big rafter protruding from their eye

While attempting to extract the straws of others

With nothing more than their huff and their puff

 

 

I don’t understand the obsession with looks

Looks that fade and change

As transitory as green leaves in Autumn

Looks that in this life are impossible to maintain

It’s the person beneath the skin and bone that matters

For when the outside shell eventually crumbles

The person beneath is all that will remain

 

 

I don’t understand arrogance

That air of superiority, the know-it-all without regard

Putting others down just to feel the up

The need to boast, to impress, to shock, to awe

But in reality the life of a boaster is just one big facade

No one can live up to their own arrogant hype

When they fall, they fall hard

 

 

I don’t understand people who say mean things

Who use their tongue to slay

To make another feel hurt, feel bad

To take another’s joy and confidence away

Such ones betray their insecurity and unhappiness

Two things that will never change

Until they learn to consider with kindness the things they say

 

 

I don’t understand pretentiousness

The endless effort made to impress with the material thing

It’s the way of the world, not the way of the truth

Possessions are limited in the happiness they bring

There is always some newer, bigger, better, trendier, thing

Impressing with things is a striving after wind

People of real substance don’t care about bling bling

 

 

I don’t understand bitterness

Holding on tenaciously to the hurt and the grudge

It makes people sad and negative

It’s paralyzing, they can’t move on, can’t budge

The mole hill becomes a mountain

And the mountain is endlessly large

Bitterness makes permanent what should have been a wipe away smudge

 

 

I don’t understand competitiveness

Those who have to out do everyone else in every part of their life

Who must be ‘the’ popular single, the ‘it’ couple, the ‘super’ parents

The ‘successful’ husband, the ‘perfect’ wife

Unrealistic expectations of themselves and of others

Only lead to frustration and strife

Choking individuality, a place where real trust and friendship cannot survive

 

 

I don’t understand those who let jealousy get the upper hand

Who are not happy to let another shine

Who envy the attention, the happiness, or the nice things, another has

Who are always thinking ‘that should have been mine!’

It eats them up, leaves them hollow, feeds their discontent

Working to bring another down does not remove their issues and insecurity

Happiness is an elusive thing to a jealous mind

 

 

I don’t understand why some always have to be the leader

Always have to get their own way

They won’t give in easily or let someone else set the pace

They stomp their feet, throw a tantrum, grumble and criticism

Then wonder why people walk away

Lasting friendships can only be forged

When people feel respected, considered and are given a say

 

 

I don’t understand why we all strive to be an individual

But then let ourselves be squeezed into some satanic mold

Where we are taught to think his way, do his deeds and suffer his reward

Our life bought and sold

And what will be left when it’s all stripped away?

When it’s in with the new and out with the old?

Will a thing of warmth and beauty remain, or will we be a husk, shallow and cold?

 

 

So no – I don’t understand why we don’t remove all our own big rafters

Before commenting on another’s little straws

Why we don’t pay more attention to the inner person rather than the outer

Why we don’t close more easily bitter or jealous doors

Why we think things ‘make us’ rather than ‘fake us’

Why we strive for the bigger, better, cabin on a sinking ship

Why we continually seek human, rather than heavenly applause?

 

 

But despite all these things I don’t understand

I’ve found one thing that I do…

Imperfection is something with which we are all blighted

So how grateful we can be to that one up above

Who sent his son to release us, who keeps all our road ways lighted

Who understands our plight, who will continue to help us fight it

Until finally one happy day, all our wrong ways will become righted

 

 

 

 

Rach

2010 

 

 

 

” But the end of all things has drawn close.

Therefore, be sound in mind, 

and be vigilant with a view to prayers.

Above all things, have intense love for one another, 

because love covers a multitude of sins.”

– 1 Peter 4:7,8

 

 

 


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When The Cock Crows

 

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When The Cock Crows

 

 

 

 

 

Those words he spoke still ring in my ears

Echoing my innermost still festering fears

“If you leave me you’ll be alone without friends

Because the ones you look up to

Won’t care once all this ends

They’ll turn their backs and walk away

They’re not the kind who’ll stay

They won’t want to make any sacrifice to see it through

So they’ll all turn their backs on you.”

I didn’t believe him, told him he was wrong

I believed I still had a place to belong

But sadly, it turns out the snake was right

And just like him, reality has a nasty bite

I never would have believed what I’d been told

Didn’t think anyone’s heart could really be that cold

But it seems some people fake it so well

You just can’t see

They aren’t the way they pretend to be

Their hearts are hard

Though they politely say all the right things

Not seeming to comprehend

The hurt their callousness brings

Too worried about how they look to others

Their appearance

Being about all their small heart covers

That they can ignore the broken hearted in their need

Betrays their hearts are too empty even to bleed

They expect kindness, understanding and care

But when it comes to giving it

Their shallow hearts are bare

I never would have believed that I’d see the day

Years of kindness and friendship

Could be so quickly tossed away

I stood by them through thick and thin

Put myself out and took them in

I didn’t listen when the gossips my ear would bend

I defended them, determined to be a friend

I cried with them, played the clown to make them laugh

But it seems it just wasn’t enough

Not enough to make them care

Not enough to have them want to be there

Instead malicious gossip was adopted as truth

Fiery feathers scattered, without thought or proof

A jealous, spiteful, witch hunt

An unfair war without a front

So I’m still living this nightmare not of my making

I’m still giving, while the vultures are taking

Just can’t understand what I did

To make them so hardened

Because any sin they could’ve committed

I would’ve pardoned

Hurt more than I know how to express

They obviously were not

‘A brother born for the time of distress’

Still, there are one or two

Who have been uniquely loyal, loving and true

But as for all the fickle, the popular, the rest

They just didn’t pass test

Although I can’t even tell you when they turned to go

I’ve certainly heard that Cock crow

But I refuse to let them change me

I refuse to accept this is how it’s always going to be

I hope one day those frozen hearts will thaw

And melting, begin to bleed

Those closed minds will open to see and feel another’s need

That scales will fall from blind eyes, and finally they will see

How true friends should really be.

 

 

Rach

2007

 

 

 

“Truly I say to you…

This night before a cock crows twice

Even you will disown me three times.”

– Jesus Christ, Mark 4:30

 

 

 

“Never explain.

Your friends do not need it

And your enemies will not believe it anyway”

– Elbert Hubbard

 

 

 

“People don’t ever seem to relate

That doing what’s right

Is no guarantee against misfortune”

– William McFee

 

 

 


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When It’s You

 

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When It’s You

 

 

 

 

 

It’s easy to sit in judgment

To say this is what should’ve been done that day

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to take someone’s life away

 

 

 

It’s easy to act the pharisee when your closet is all neatly locked

When no one sees what you’ve hidden there

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Whose dirty laundry is drying in the open air

 

 

 

It’s easy to feel disgust and hurt

To be angry and outraged all the way

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to say love has forever gone away

 

 

 

It’s easy to condemn and vilify

When you have dislike already in the same

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who can see another side to the pain

 

 

 

It’s easy to be all up in arms

To say the way it all should go

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to lay somebody low

 

 

 

It’s easy to see the bitter truth

To know which direction is absolutely right

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to walk a tangled path on a moonless night

 

 

 

It’s easy to see in black and white

To know what everyone should think and say

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to wade through waves of pounding grey

 

 

 

It’s easy to say how you would’ve been

That you would never have acted as another has done

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who is handed the still exploding smoking gun

 

 

 

It’s easy to tell another it will be all right

To instruct them to stand and walk again

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to go on living with the pain

 

 

 

It’s easy to smile and say placating words

To pat a back and then walk away

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to face the fear day to day

 

 

 

It easy to say that time heals all wounds

That one day these things will be a memory too distant to recall

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to start from scratch and rebuild it all

 

 

 

You might think you can walk in another’s shoes

You might even have a similar tread

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who is the ant trying to see over the elephants head

 

 

 

So don’t sit in judgment or say what should be done

Until you’ve walked a mile in those shoes

Because it’s not so easy when it’s you

Whose life is being weighed by someone else’s ignorant views

 

 

 

 

 

Rach

2007

 

“Against criticism a man can neither

Protest nor defend himself;

He must act in spite of it,

And then it will gradually yield to him.”

– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe