Best Better Luck Next Time Poems
I have seen you flash by
Amidst thick green foliage and swaying pines
Like a distant silver dream
On receding skyline
But was never satisfied
For a close encounter I craved
I did then go up
The Space Needle in Seattle
Hoping to have a clear view
Of your snow-clad balding pate
That thought profound thoughts
Against mortal blues of the empty sky
But, alas, you remained
Elusive to sight
Hiding behind shifting clouds
Yesterday, I drove over a hundred miles
Climbed my way to Sunrise Point
Hoping for a close tete-a-tete
You played truant again
I saw a blank
Of nothingness, void
A grey screen of clouds and mist
As snow-flakes flew around
The board before me read
You were somewhere there
Amidst mighty peaks
Right before my unseeing eyes
Doesn't matter Rainier
You are there, I know for sure
Like the Himalayan peaks
I haven't seen
And yet am charmed by their beauty
On calendars, picture-cards
Inherent philosophy
Their height and grandeur speak
Better luck next time
Rainier, you are a teacher
I have now seen
Lofty nothingness, void
Against which I have all the peaks
Of the world that speak
Of Truth that belongs not to things
But to an evanescent dream
That the Lord, whoever He is
Conjures up for stupid minds
Lationshippers blues
relationships the ebb n flow,
are they the one, its hard to know,
some never let, true feelings show,
the end result regret,
another game n set,
busted heart throb throes,
like a punch in the bloody nose,
better luck next time ol Mose,
catchem shiela if m let....
thanks Russell Siveys :Finding reality"
Don
long lines of lights lining up and lighting up
the midnight asphalt that drives me
in shear exileration I accelerate
jocking for position like in a steeple chase
blurring images of lost faces
as I pass you by on my 8 cylinder high
wind whipping around no cop to be found
pushing the limit to warp speed
to fulfill my urges and needs
giving away to all my lust
caked on with highway dust
rolling thunder tway to quick to ever rust
as I turn it on filled with lust
high volt energy pulsing through
pounding faster than my heart
leaving you behind from the very start
better luck next time
hear them wind chimes
that's the sound of my sonic boom burying you in smoke
your ride is so pathetic what a joke
In the aftermath of any competition, be it sports or otherwise...
We will see a gamut of emotions in the mass of humanity in sight..
There will be riotous screams of joy and jubilation, laughter and smiles galore..
Fist pumps and high fives, happy faces all around at the victorious camp.....
We readily quip, to the victor the spoils of a victory most deserving...
To the losers we empathise and wish them better luck next time...
To be fair, all players deserve recognition for there was none who participated just to lose...
So if we downplay any successes, it is not doing justice by the best efforts of our children...
Every junior player, we can safely assume, he/she has done the best possible...
Look at the blood, sweat and tears each time they train and play their hearts out...
Those who achieve personal bests and better their rankings, congratulations!
Those who falter, train and work harder, gear up and go for the next competition...
My heart...can you find it?
I can't feel it in my chest
Ever since the emotional hit
Leaving me months of unrest
You'll be fine, better luck next time
Every woman looks like the same
Decent hair, poor skin and a sight of breast
Nothing but another bland dame
Why can't I simply just rest?
You'll be fine, better luck next time
Lying alone in bed waiting
my supportive roommates in love surround me
I can't bear the noise as I'm debating
What is next in life for me?
You'll be fine, better luck next time
....oh shut up
I'm standing with my ticket...
they're forming a line.
Where am I going? I'll tell you in time.
The pain and the hurt that I carry inside,
leaves my heart broken...frozen in time.
The heart break express is where I am bound.
Another relationship run in the ground.
" Better luck next time," my friends they all say,
and there will be a next time if you don't change your ways.
I looked at my watch...but the numbers weren't straight.
Will the train be early?...or will it be late?
Just then the train arrives...we all get on board...
our tickets get punched as we step through the doors.
The heart break express is where I am bound.
Another relationship run in the ground.
" Better luck next time," my friends they say,
and there will be a next time if you don't change your ways.
Fear strikes me inside as I'm taking a seat...
the train looks familiar...but I just couldn't speak.
Time rushes by...I reach for the door...
for I've ridden this train to nowhere before.
The heart break express is where I am bound.
Another relationship run in the ground.
" Better luck next time," my friends they say,
and there will be a next time if you don't change your ways.
P.R.Deremer
What more delicate than the singing of the birds as they flutter and stumble,
Sweet as apple crumble
The wren and the robin, heads a bobbin, squabbling over fallen sunflower seed
Each his need
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Better luck next time, wren, as robin stood tall
The squirrel racing the fence, hence, some others beat him to the feast of acorn And conker
He shall conquer
Two at a time he steals away, there may be none left another day
He will return for more.
He knows the score
He has seen the bowl of monkey nuts
Near the door
The hedgehog, shuffling through the vinca major, wager he too
Is after a worm or two
Not much vision for one so short of sight
Darkness at night
Guided by sense
Through the hole in the fence
He is being watched by the cat
Nothing wrong with that
The cat will keep his distance
On this instance
Hedgehog is a formidable foe to puss
Thus
What can you expect
Mutual respect
The ants are marching to an fro
Along the same trail they go
Carrying leaves, twigs and crumbs of food they crave
Back to their underground cave
All night long they task
What more could their queen ask
A wonderful working society in harmony as one
Then gone
Four week is a short ant life to be lived
Onward through the soil they sift.
Birds, bees, worms, ants, wasps, insect of thousands of type and breed
What more could a garden need
I often associate dreams of different ages with colours
Not the dreams you see while you are asleep
But the ones which you imagine often
To make it more clear your day dreams
You really don't know how enchanting it's to give colours to your dreams and hopes
Dreams of an infant is like tangerine or coral
You have seen it but not sure how it is
Dreams in childhood is so fresh as lemon yellow
They fall on the gang of adventures something which turns their dreams in to aquamarine, an everlasting entertainment for eyes
Dreams of teenages are so similar to lavender or lilac
Pure love ,affection , serenity are visible in their dreams too
Not avoiding the possibility of being crimson as blood
Dreams of youth are so confusing as chartreuse that you can't place together with yellow or green
They symbolize pleasure of green or paleness of yellow
See "good luck "or "better luck next time "
Dreams of middle aged are like watermelon
Having beautiful juice of life together with hurdle seeds
When you started counting down your days dreams will be pure white that always give space to a pen for scribbling down Memory Lane
It may also show saffron that seen just before the sun set
Getting ready to leave the by spreading a little charisma of yours in the world
Soon to be removed by a new sun rise
Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the opposite of abstract abyss blurs
You're outta luck
Better luck next time
For trying real hard, here's a buck
Shucks, you're real nice and our irrelevant relationship is super sublime and quite crime
Calm down...faith weighs a pound and hopeless is field-of-avarice-grown
Don't wear a frown
Hyper much? What's for lunch?
Love me a bunch? Here's a punch...
Drink up the blud of defeat
It's from my heart to yours
Let your hands fall to your feet...
Perfect feats and epic, RAD beats got me rocking on my car seat with a seatbelt of course
Threatened like Thor with a hammer...
Attacked a predator of evil endeavors
I'm not antman or any man at that lever
Captain America and Batman saved me and like catman, oh do I let out my thankurrs (thank you purrs)
Stand tall
Crack open the backtracked lies
Don't fall
Or you'll lose it all in farewell's, goodbye's
Boy, how time flies
Girl, you're my seasoned fries
Give it your all tries
Try to make out self-controlled replies
Patience is a peaceful, virtuous vibe I get from you
I getcha loud and clear, misses and misters
You're a disaster in disguise of a dream come true
Fetch me, ah, your scars that turn to embarrassing blisters...shocking to the sight...like hustlers, trying to be like preachers...practice what you preach, gold diggers
We are on the same bus
So don't fuss and cuss...
Unless I say so or He says so, which is hardly ever
Go wherever you wind flows and blows...a mighty blur and I blurt out His Word that heal and my words that injure like gossip murmurs
Sit down
With your grace gown
Disgrace clown...
Mind-blown...got owned - home-bound with a sound of we-are-outta-town
Zero in
Infinity out
Peace out
Kaos in
I liv to luv
I die to h8
I liv to expresssss
I die to impressss
Hello New Year
I heard you'd be comin soon
At midnight I waited
Standing under the sparkles and gleamers of hope
Counting down the mistakes of 2011
Counting up the calories of a resolution
Better luck next time 2013
Here's to you weight watchers
I guess I didn't do so good just watching
As I drift off into a very unconscious state
I see like a movie playing it’s okay but isn’t great
It starts like this I notice a field in some town
But I begin to wonder why there isn’t anybody around
So I decide to do a little looking and exploring for myself
I wish I could find out why I’m here and why nobody is left
Now I perceive a person but he looks like he is nervous
And I muse over the fact that he could be dangerous
Well about ten minutes go pass and he comes on over
He starts to tell me then his head turns into a clover
So now the atmosphere begins to turn drearisome
I tell him that I’m taking off and he starts to hum
He said he knows things about me and that I am not dumb
As worry sets in I wonder what he is going to say next
Is this man crazy is he going to place in my life a hex
He tells me he’s been sent as my personal lucky charm
In no way, shape, form, or fashion will he do me any harm
The man walks off and tells me to follow him
So I do it but I feel like I am going out on a limb
We get to this huge three story creepy looking house
When we get in he gives a creepy look and a devilish grin
Now I realize that this is nobody that could be a friend
The walls cave in and fire everywhere is he messing with my mind
He appears to be tumultuous and tells me better luck next time
Maybe it’s not what it resembles or even what it may seem
He I guess it is just “A Dreamer’s Dream”
Thoughts by: A.I.R.
alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer
big plans to relocate self and spouse
to some tropical island paradise
by the dashboard light
(the above line credited
to musician named Meatloaf)
upon arrival of my steamer.
A fool's errand finds me emptying out billfold,
especially as the winnings increase ninefold.
Paradise visage and eyes a bulge with dollar signs
whets imagination with Mega Millions ticket bought
for potential wealth overtakes rational self
with delusions of grandeur caught
allow, enable and provide flirtation
with fate to experience rich draught
envision emancipation proclamation
from penury a distant battle fought
expect the usual outcome
after next drawing to yield monetary naught
temptation for instant millions eagerly sought
human foible to reach until life lesson taut
for elusive pot of riches
streak of universal desire
and tacked clear of shoals,
where hard scrapple existence wrought.
This poor man's pipe dream
nsync with the milkmaid and her pail
where fanciful notions pluck me out
being day late and dollar short
essentially pennilessness in the extreme
story of mein kampf fortune teller
also known as Zoltar speaks machine
said contraption did foredeem
substantiated, kickstarted, corroborated...
courtesy an archenemy Joaquim
(fiend nixed) and his tall sidekick Kareem
both rogues could shine figurative longerbeam
and discern mine ill fate.
Meanwhile creative endeavors
and linguistic pleasure
thru the literary attempt
suitably with poetic third eye blind
palliative, yet less rewarding versus
garnering large sum of money
would be a dog send
delivered by one blessed angel in disguise
redemption and salvation
considered thankful find
with challenges or commiserate
and complement via words of positive kind
feeble attempt where words synchronize
readers may espy hidden puns
(and divine inspiration - ha)
within this rhyme lined
to pry poem or prose from mind
deliberate semblance to communicate
and extract idea from cranial rind
analogous how stitcher doth tightly wind
a tapestry of rich and royal hue
while twittering and tweeting
“better luck next time.”
We are very sorry to report to you
that your particular maze has been constructed with a fatal flaw
and is actually lacking a center
So you will unfortunately not have the opportunity in this lifetime
to experience the sense of success and accomplishment that others
with perfectly created mazes will experience
We hope this does not cause you too much undue distress confusion and pain
Better luck next time !
NEXT!
My womb protects me, envelops me.
The curves along my waist, breasts, stomach, all value is derived only through extremes, never from ones being.
It isn't and will never be enough
to be average,
to be mediocre,
to be.
Instead, the individual is then morphed into the epitome of femininity, postured and perfect, or quickly discarded.
Yes, I'll play the role, fulfill my part.
Without the patented creation and dedication to the creation of a new life outside of your own where does your worth truly lie?
It will never be intellect, as we bleed and breathe to bear the world's sons.
Yes, I'll perform, dance and twirl at your beck and call.
Perhaps if you perform and perfect your body, sensuality, and femininity, that might be enough.
Yes, I have been properly managed, tamed, prodded at and molded.
But of course, there will never be a guarantee, because there is always the risk, the delicate balance in which there always lies the fear of forsaking yourself through violence, through anger and resilience that could never be accepted as "feminine".
A failed performance.
The crowd will still watch and marvel at your undoing.
A second-rate, consistently monitored existence.
"Being" will never be enough.
Better luck next time.
I wear the cords around my neck like jewelry.
I cry my tears as if I could drain the whole sea.
Mommy will be terrified by what she’s about to see, While dad falls to his knees, ready to plead.
Sorry, Mom
Sorry, Dad
Who knew a lottery ticket could buy you a lifetime payment?
Xin loi me,
Xin loi cha,
For spoiling the seed buried inside me.
Better luck next time— At least now, I’m free.