Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

WAR

If man didn’t have to go to war
What would life be like?
If man could accept all people
And have equal policies and rules
You think there would be happiness?

What if war is personal of self?
What weapons will you use, guns?
Will you blow yourself up and
Watch yourself be torn to pieces?
Will you maim your very soul?

If all men could live in harmony
In true peace and security and free,
Would war cease to exist forever?
Will all prejudices, criticism, ‘n’
Cruelties be erased and gone for good?

What if you find the ones you fought
Are as you, believing in same morals
But only to know they live in a land
Where disharmonies, cruelties, strict rules
And terrorists who live for evil and war?

©Copyright June 5, 2007 by Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

CRITICISM

A word that’s so popular
But not widely accepted
It can be so damaging
Without a thought or care

We all utilize this word
For whatever reasons need be
By providing it constructively
Or dishing it out destructively

Too bad, so sad, how cruel
Being on the receiving end
Of when criticism is given
By thoughtless words or deed

“Your hair is too long!” or
“Your hair is too short!
Put in waves or highlights,
Never spiked or colored blue!”

A writer never writes colorfully
Nor expresses their true needs,
Only to bring out the reader’s
Wonderings of what it all means!

“Let me put in my two cents!”
Don’t know why this or that
It isn’t long enough or too short
Only the critic notices these things.

So, as you notice, criticism
Is not the best to give or get
‘Cause it really isn’t in the best
In expressing what’s created!

©Copyright June 5, 2007 by Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

SELF CRITICISM

What self criticism rules in my mind?
What kind of brow-beating do I do?
All for the good, or bring me down?
What opinions hast thou for moi?
Do you think in all fair honesty,
Your words will build me up and stay?
If you only knew what I have stored there
Expressions of ‘you’re no good, so lame’
Self loathing of shamed out feelings
Play with my brain and thinking badly
Twisting stories of truths and peace
Planting self doubts with a critical eye
What cruelties of these critiques of self
Shall be abandoned if I fight again
Forever and ever these opinions I deem
Of me, myself, and I when I criticize

SILLY RHYMING OF CRITICISM

Criticism rhymes with schism
Do you think they might belong?
Perhaps so, for without the former
The latter may not occur so easily
Don’t corner me in a rectangular prism
While dishing out insensitive criticism

A LESSON IN CRITICISM

Sometimes when I’ve been hurt
I want to lash out and react meanly
Thinking and speaking harshly
Of people and their characteristics
I fall into the trap of being critical
Then become a victim of criticism
How hard it is to bite my tongue
And stop the release of false pride
What have I gained from speaking
Or thinking cruel actions for them?
What if they need our love as much
As we need to learn to speak lovingly
Of them? What if they are struggling
To do their best, can we see them in
A kindlier light? Talking positively?
If I strive to think only good of others,
No matter if treated right or not,
Then perhaps I have been given
Freedom of the tendency to criticize