Mentor Poems
The Moral
by Anonymous English
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
I'll sling you through six counties in a day.
I'll hike you up a grade of one in ten.
I am Duty, Law and Order under way,
I'm the Mentor of banana-fingered men!
I will make you I know your left hand from your right.
I will teach you not to drink about your biz.
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Exceptionally Fab (Ms. Neha Arora Goyal)
by Priya Goel
Lavenders swinging happily by the side,
Life gave me a gift, a truly wonderful guide.
Explicit a teacher, marvelous indeed,
Having you here, is the best we have received.
You make us interested to try,
Kind and amiable, give us wings to fly.
When it doesn't go right, you make me smile,
Your wisdom helps us conquer the longest mile.
Special, with that glorious heart,
Whenever I can't, you help me start.
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Emotional Idiot
by Maggie Estep
Liner Notes - (From Love Is A Dog From Hell)
Emotional Idiocy is obviously a theme close to my heart since I seem to use the phrase in novels and CDs alike. My friend and mentor of sorts, Andrew Vachss, upon hearing me read a rendition of this poem, stated that it ought to be the theme song for borderline personality disorder. He's right.
I'm an Emotional Idiot
so get away from me.
I mean,
COME HERE.
Wait, no,
that's too close,
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A Drinking Song
by Eugene Field
Come, brothers, share the fellowship
We celebrate to-night;
There's grace of song on every lip
And every heart is light!
But first, before our mentor chimes
The hour of jubilee,
Let's drink a health to good old times,
And good times yet to be!
Clink, clink, clink!
Merrily let us drink!
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The Moral
by Rudyard Kipling
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
I'll sling you through six counties in a day.
I'll hike you up a grade of one in ten.
I am Duty, Law and Order under way,
I'm the Mentor of banana-fingered men!
I will make you I know your left hand from your right.
I will teach you not to drink about your biz.
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Exceptionally Fab (Ms. Neha Arora Goyal)
by Priya Goel
Lavenders swinging happily by the side,
Life gave me a gift, a truly wonderful guide.
Explicit a teacher, marvelous indeed,
Having you here, is the best we have received.
You make us interested to try,
Kind and amiable, give us wings to fly.
When it doesn't go right, you make me smile,
Your wisdom helps us conquer the longest mile.
Special, with that glorious heart,
Whenever I can't, you help me start.
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Star Light
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It came in the blackness of midnight,
A beam in the darkness, glowing white,
And soared to space, above the crowd,
Where scintillating gleam is allowed!
His torch lit the way for many others,
Pursuing his footsteps through the years,
And altered extremely, so much of fate,
So that for destiny they weren't late.
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My Guru
by airatmaninravi AiR
Yes Dada! I realize I am nothing but I live in ignorance.
I need Thy grace.
I need God's Grace to be liberated from this ignorance.
Without you my Guru, what would I be?
Continue to lead me,
my dear Master to the one reality.
Continue to guide me.
Continue to bless me.
I need you. I can't do without you.
I Love you.
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The Moral
by Rudyard Kipling
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
I'll sling you through six counties in a day.
I'll hike you up a grade of one in ten.
I am Duty, Law and Order under way,
I'm the Mentor of banana-fingered men!
I will make you I know your left hand from your right.
I will teach you not to drink about your biz.
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The Artists
by Friedrich Schiller
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,
Upon the waning century standest thou,
In proud and noble manhood's prime,
With unlocked senses, with a spirit freed,
Of firmness mild,--though silent, rich in deed,
The ripest son of Time,
Through meekness great, through precepts strong,
Through treasures rich, that time had long
Hid in thy bosom, and through reason free,--
Master of Nature, who thy fetters loves,
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