Best Beating Around The Bush Poems
You might take this with a grain of salt
Knowing I heard it on the grape vine
Why they let the cat out of the bag
I'd say your guess is as good as mine
They say I tend to sit on the fence,
Off my rocker by not a far cry
That I'm not playing with a full deck
They should let those sleeping dogs lie!
Because there's method to my madness,
And I'm to blame if things go south
So I'm not beating around the bush
You heard it straight from the horses mouth!
This poem is dedicated to a special far away friend - Brandden Blackwell. We became so close before we actually met. So close, yet so far away - never around, yet always there - It's kind of like describing a metaphoric friend. Thanks, Brandden for inspiring the artistic flair we will forever share.
Metaphorically Speaking
Metaphorically speaking
We find life is just as such
Not giving facts precisely
And meaning not as much
Speaking in forms of reference
Searching to define what is heard
It suggestively leads us to believe
It was really meant in other words
For the analogy of something other
A figure of speech is produced for it
It is given with just so many words
Even beating around the bush a bit
There is such a variety of life about
May be why facts aren’t given to all
As some may take it the wrong way
To certainly cause their downfall
Every insinuation or symbolization
You will find several points of view
Where there are just so many others
To view way differently than you
So we must be careful to others
Of what we say or rather imply
We will be judged for our words
On judgment day when we die
Many times in the matter of love
It is not always honestly expressed
How someone’s heart really feels
Then the joy is lost and depressed
As we verify and clarify in life
Searching to find what is true
There is nothing as it really seems
The bible is full of metaphors too
God says we are to test all things
Then to hold fast to what is good
As written in 1 Thessalonians 5:21
We will then find what we should
A metaphorically speaking life
Must be truly meant to be
For when the truth is found
You will surely be set free
Florence McMillian (Flo)
I want to be your bride
No beating around the bush
I want to wear a white cape
And mouse ears
I want to blow raspberries at your loved ones
I want to dance
Alone
On a table to our song
I want to eat the best bits of the cake
And lick the icing
When no ones looking
I want to make a speech
When I’m drunk
And call you by an ex-boyfriends name
I want to sit on your Mothers knee
Thinking it’s you
I want to arrive an hour early at the church
In the rain
And wait outside
I want jesters and clowns in bridesmaid dresses
To follow me around all day
I want a ring
I want five rings
One for each finger
And thumb
Just in case I lose one
I want an orchestra of mice
To make your relatives dance
I want to take you to bed
And sing you nursery rhymes as I undress
I want you my darling
Don’t you want me too?
You are such a beautiful headache;
so hard to get rid of.
My body wishes you would leave,
but there's no cure to ward you off
Yet,your face is like a drug;
one look, & my troubles are put to ice.
Though I know it's not the cure
for the moment, it'll have to suffice.
Were you sent by God,
to keep me happy,like He cared?
Or dropped by the Devil
to make me gnash teeth,when you're not there.
'cos I know that it's by good nature
you set free the one you most treasure,
knowing, she'll come back some day
returning that love in the same measure.
Or would I've to chain myself to you;
your every step,with me as a yoke.
To make sure you're always by my side
for reasons unknown, fated to choke.
Would I get salvation for my deeds,
and reach a place much higher?
Or scream evermore in Hell's kitchen
a soul left to roast in the Eternal Fire?
'cos one thing I know, and know for sure
that without you near, I can tell..
If I have to rejoice in heaven,
on earth, I'll have to go through hell.
I ain't sure, about the reaction I'll get
on expressing to you, what's in my heart.
If this proposal, you ever would accept,
& unite two, destined not to walk apart.
How I'd continue to wander
if you refused me, & turned about face.
For, if you can't be in my world,
this world would be a wretched place.
Why bother beating around the bush,
wreck myself, & cause undue grief?
To those near, blind to the struggle within,
unaware that I'll never find relief.
Find me a soothsayer, skilled
who'll tell me things untold.
And find for me a path, to her heart
for which, I'd repay him in gold.
For even if peace settled on earth,
battles would rage from dusk to dawn.
'cos my mind you ripped, in two,
and these battles will go on, and on..and on.
Thoughts about you, spread through me, cancerous,
infectious, I'm brought closer to my demise.
I realize there's no cure for my headache,
no end to these muffled cries..
Soon, the lights will get dimmer,sounds more faint..
Without you,my heart,oh how it would ache!
For my life will soon reach the end of its term.
But, so too, will my headache...
Knowledge is the key in this modern world
the truth can neither deceive nor be deceived
a fractured coil has so many errors to put right
very hard to know where to start or begin directing
powdering over them dusting every cobweb in years researching
My God as so big and so strong and so mighty
There is nothing my God cannot do
to be brutally honest from the heart existing
banks are now disguised as a country stealing wealth
I do not understand a vast majority of people these days
there is no point in beating around the bush with tender words
it feels like one has entered a different world filled with bitterness
everything revolves around hating something or someone
The silence is deafening when you use a bit of logic
anti social has used a net covering putting a blanket over facts
deeper and deeper they sink beneath human dignity
No respect for Wisdom challenging them to a debate without conflict
to learn is to be quick to listen when instructing the ignorant speaks with volume cowards
quite as a mouse then will begin to listen under troubled gnashing teeth
lost cursing is their only educated reply throwing a few blind personal words in reply of the subject
declaring war under radical terms examined without foundations
We cannot undo the past we need to fact check what lies ahead of us
St Agustine of Hippo said
People hate the Truth for the sake of whatever it is they love more than the truth
they love truth when it shines warmly on them and hate it when it rebukes them
Faith is to believe what you do not see
the reward of Faith is to see what you believe
I like to call myself a inspirational person
And i do like to write my poem's with lots of passion
With powerful words that come out my mouth like a gun
I have learned to do this from the life i have run
There is no point in beating around the bush
You need to learn to shove not push
Nobody in this life will wait for you
Its up to you to make the choices for what you want to do
Everyone wants to be a winner but one day we all loose
At a fork in the road its your decision what to choose
Dont let people tell you what to do
It is not there life they do not control you
I have been victim of this before
But i will not be anymore
Friends will be won and some will be lost
But the ones you loose destiny says they were not worth the cost
Dont let your mind worry about the past
Live for the present make memory's that last
Because one day you will be old and frail
when you body starts to fade and your skin turns pale
Look back at the decisions you have made and think they were right
Because worrying will get you nowhere when it comes to your last night
Always look after number one
Live your own life make sure you have fun
One day you will look back at the race you have run
And i hope you dont say to yourself what have i done
sandy jack
You have your story I have mine
You’ve lied about more than my allotted time
My fingers shake as I write this rhyme
Blood boiling quake that’s been so very kind
Tell the world your story, sure
I’ll only agree that we did not concur
I’ve lied about what? You didn’t say
The response you’ve sought is here today
Still I tremble to contain myself
From happy to red is where I’ve delved
You’ve presented your story with no evidence
You don’t have to believe me but THAT makes no sense
Is this just for your poetry’s sake?
You say I’ve justified lies I’ve made
What lies were they? Just let em know!
But until then let YOUR lies show
So I am numb yet my mood fluctuates?
I’m not crazy yet confused fills the slate?
YOU seem lost; the Soup is your plate
Only on the internet will others relate
Go hard or go home!
Slander me? Yes you’ve tried
No beating around the bush
There’s no bush needed to hide
Team PS says so slamming
That’s the ONLY thing holding me back
This is as blatant as it will be
Only for the team I will slack
N O B O D Y K N O W S Y O U
Your poetry’s been read
But to yourself and the planet
You’ve been L O N G L O N G dead
You don't HAVE to understand but respect it
You have so much wisdom YET you're defected
-Quiet voices with low decibels are taken with offense. Preconceived notions, spoken words without thought, inserting smileys to disclaim. Invertebrate personas can be seen evaporating from the skin, with the naked eye. Forming a resin that keeps building up over time. Labeling you with defects of character. Beating around the bush, hiding from problems; loose ends form. Texts twist the dough sprinkled with good intentions. Life's a *****, it hurts, don't it? Untied shoes are today's special, featuring potential failure. Intentional lack of preparation. Detached from the lanyard of civilization. Eyes disconnect; declining their calls. Reading the texts with disregard. Getting notifications and silencing alarms. Misdirected; free-falling off the imaginary edge of fictional beliefs. Playing a new version of make believe. Pretending with the help of it's big brother assumption, the answers we do not know. Taking offense to the actions committed with good intent. Overthinking the simple things in life. Misinterpretations of the harmless innuendos.
Rebirth of a flower
A month ago to the day
black bears came to dismay.
They uprooted everything I had
in the face of doing something bad.
There was no rhyme or reason given
not one hint of an word driven.
No e-mail, nothing, no ears
to my questions of fears.
It all seeded from a contest
a non placing, I addressed.
And true to form, black bears hush
a word, beating around the bush.
They stood sentry with iron fist
deleting my account with Hells kiss.
I cried that Christmas day
of dead flowers in my bouquet.
The next day a flower bloomed
on edge of fear of black bears loom.
A flower sees a little sunshine now
stemming from their plow.
connie pachecho
1/25/17
"Time to go, I'll see you folks"
A wave and he was gone
just like every year before
he never lingered on
Always got right to the point
(no beating around the bush)
Questions answered, terse, direct
but never in a rush
They met him sixteen years ago
While hiking Caldwells Trail
no backpack, tent or dirty boots
And clean down to each nail
You had to like him right away
his warmth would sink right in
He left you feeling good inside
Like knowing you could win
Every June, like clockwork
with jacket in his hand
You'd meet him coming up the trail
He'd wave, or shake your hand
He really "brightened up your day"
As though he brought the sun
Vacations seemed so far apart
He added that much fun
Then one June, he didn't show
The trail seemed almost sad
Vacation over, headed home
Really (kind of glad)
Late-night News in mid July
A "tribute to a man"
One-Hundredth Anniversary
To a Pioneer named "Dan"
Seemed this guy was special
That he'd blazed a mountain trail
Saved lots of folks in winter storms
He also brought the mail
They showed his only photograph
Taken Eighteen-fifty-two
Dan Cauldwells grin, as real as life
Just like it was each June.....
It's time for them to grow up.
Stop beating around the bush.
Were about to graduate and me you tend to push.
Not physically, but friendship wise.
And your choices I start to despise.
Why do you have so much negative and childish things to say ?
When all you need to do is pray.
Pray for yourself because you really need some help.
The decisions that you make are going to be your down fall.
You don't understand that your decisions affect us all.
Yeah we're your friends but I don't know for how long.
Because you know that those childish games you continue play are wrong.
oh how do i express my feelings for you,
when we've had quiet a past.
there are many more in the world,
with its land so great and vast.
but none compare.
its just not fair.
you know what?
screw beating around the bush,
lately, events have been quiet a push.
will you go to homecoming with me.
or is it not meant to be?
catching his goat
my dear
if you aim on catching his goat
you best stop beating around the bush
you best not play in the pasture as a sheep
just go for his jugular
a garrote would do
words in poems, too, work
a contest placement, too
the worse is silence
connie pachecho
1/13/17
"Damn, do I really have to go? Do I?"
That's my thought bubble, every time.
I don't know what it is about hospital visits;
Like many, if not all, I hate it like I do cockroaches.
There's something dreadfully morbid
About making these trips, even when
I'm just picking up a prescription.
I bet a hypochondriac feels differently
On my way, my mind gets flooded with
Disturbing imagery of folks bleeding and dying;
Injection needle going into a vein in my arm.
"Ouch!," you say. I know, right? I recoil
At the phrase, "blood work." Call me chicken,
But I'd rather recuperate at home, thank you!
Going to the emergency room almost feels like
I'm headed to the gallows, nope, no kidding!
I sit morosely in the waiting area
For what seems like an eternity
Wondering why I came in the first place;
My inner child growing increasingly jumpy!
Is it just me or does it always feel
Too long at the doctor's office?
He could be simply talking to me
About the weather and my anxious,
Impatient brain would be
In panic mode...
"Are you softening me up for something, Doc? What ails me?
I'll be okay, right? Right!? Stop beating around the bush!"
Keep it brief, compact, concise.
Say it precisely, shred excess words.
Use exact simple words, chosen carefully,
pithy and strong to convey what you mean,
with no fluffy stuff or beating around the bush
Short and sweet the aim,
to the point skewered;
sharply focused, no fuzz to confuse.
Avoid coping out by adding weak,
mealy words that betrays
laziness and carelessness.
If you struggle to find the words
to express what you mean,
your uncertainty and imprecision
reveals that you don't really understand the issues.
Its time to think again and work it out.
If you can't explain it simply and succinctly
you don't really understand it adequately.