Best Bide Your Time Poems
In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by
Define time
Lives a ***** then you die
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face
I sate thirst
I taste black words emerge that I wanna say
and they say I'm shot away
First and second take pressing play checking the record again
Third I gotta change
Forth, fifth, sixth day Armageddon
Getting too close to the edges better slow down ya fast progression of mad acts of mankind's expansion of minds
Enhanced heights
Drawing a line's unintelligible in the advancement of time
At the end of our time do we start again?
Running the marathon man labyrinth
Passionate
Partaking in challenges
Participant champion triumphs
No standing on iron shoulders of arrogant giants
I'm the desert rat blazing a trail in my chariot of fire
Call me Pisces Iscariot sia-mese dream
Twin town hide and seek
Me, myself and I feature split minds spitefully
My real self hides inside myself and screams blue murder
From the tomb where my wounds tumor
Terminal doom soon turns gloomier
Duma key frenzied telepath terror streak
reeks havoc and brings sheer panic to every street
Splashing ink on a blank canvas
Painting the future with an exact accurate dooms day
In fact grab a seat at the master piece gallery of art of new fate
As a new day dawns ya fates drawn
Ya destiny's death till then you'll work just to pay for it
I'm sleep walking with one foot in my grave scourging in flames and the pains more moreish than this draw that I crave
Mad thoughts on my brain scattered funny
I'm that ex druggy heard talking to my sex life in a language I actually haven't studied
Which way is up cus this ascension gets me spinning out twisting figure eights into eyes of the thickest clouds
Brainstorm demon outcast from our modern lands
Phantom of the opera mask
Shock horror comic graph-ic novel
Zombie slash monster mash
Rapid action packed chapters
This mad dog's rabid
Scattering the ashes and rise a hundred phoenix
Evoke the cross ghosts demons and summon the spirits of lost souls
I'm like a poltergeist with a cross bow with poisonous bolts
I'll possess any joyous host
Annoy me I'll destroy every toy ya own
I enjoy walking through this void alone
Bullies
Bullies shouldn't prosper, Bullies shouldn't win,
Do they realise the pain they cause as they stand and grin?
Picking on the weak ones, some half of their size,
If a victim stood up to them, they'd get a big surprise,
You have a fear of going to school or fear of going to work,
Victims lives are being ruined while the perpetrators smirk
You sneak out of the school and the lonely streets you roam
You pray to God that they don't follow you home
You lay in your bedroom both day and night
Tears streaming and in pain, no-one cares about your plight
You endure being held down, feeling blows dealt to your head
But no-one cares to intervene, so they stand and watch instead
Bruised and battered and terrified after each attack
Then later on in life the scars are still present on your back
PTSD and night terrors soon become the norm
The very rare restful night is the calm before the storm
Bullying can continue later on in life
A helpless victim at the mercy
Of a husband or a wife
Bullies think they are invincible
When to a victim they attach
But bide your time and one day
They will meet their match
My dearest friend
You never fail
To trust my hands
As songs unveil
You do not judge
Or run away
I hope, have faith
That I will stay
For long enough
Until I prove
I want to lull
As hands I move
Then craft a space
When I'm alone
Where love can live
Through ears and tone
You bide your time
Let dust collect
I love you still
With full respect
When often life
Gets crowded in
The time we spend
Shaved down to thin
But here I sit
An urge to play
Your healing gift
I need today
Oh pagan mistress, your sins weighed heavy
Your conspicuous makeup masks your unsightliness
If only your admirers knew of your sins against man
They would have, long ago, cast you into the streets
Harlot, bide your time, bide your time o' woman of ill repute
Soon, your patrons will see you for who you really are
Then, the weeping and gnashing of your teeth will be
Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?
So you a prophet poet, regular Marley meets Dylan
Writin’ about oppression and unjust killin’
Shootin' the Sheriff with a Reggae song
Inspirin' your generation with a sing along
A shot of tequila with a wedge of lime
Saddle up and bide your time
Every line don’t need to rhyme
I can give you a million examples
You don't seem like the lyrical type
Kickin' cold turkey with oranges ripe
That's the fruit that rhymes with nothin’
Fresh squeezed it's good for somethin’
Citric flashback, Tang for the brain
Hyperspace wormholes one cannot explain
Sun dippin' below the rim of a rhymeless plateau
Cow skull and cactus, a timeless tableau
In the twilight gloom, a weather-beaten sign
Free Verse Ranch is the place to dine
Gorge on rhyme-free wordplay victuals
Linguistic linguini and cage-free visuals
Specialty of the house: lemon chicken couplet
With a side of mashed onomatopotatoes--plop!
Gravy sloppin’ down slopes like molten lava
Washed down with mugs of fresh-brewed java
Buzzards circlin' the sky in a lazy ellipse
Moon moseyin' in for a total eclipse
Flee in the dark, take a steed for a ride
Jump the split rail fence to the other side
Leap back in time to a buzzin' hive
Looks like the vortex, circa 1995
Can barely think amid the din
Perfect time for the ‘shrooms to kick in
Tie-dyed girl where I left her spinnin' in place
Band still playin' a trippy Drums n Space
But how strange that I cannot feel my face
How did twenty years vanish without a trace?
Tumbleweed twirlin' down the rutted street
Empty rocking chair swayin' skee-reet skee-reet
'Taters still steamin' like a mini-volcano
Room reeks of whiskey stronger than Drano
Spilled orange juice tricklin' a fly-food slurry
Someone cleared outta Free Verse Ranch in a helluva hurry
The clip-clop of iambic beats, Sheriff on my tail
He wouldn't shoot an unrhymed man, would he?
Oh Winter, with your icy heart
Your cold beauty sets you apart
But time to ease your steely grip
Soon springtime's turn must start
Oh Winter, your fires burning low
New life stirring in the earth below
Bide your time until next year
Hearts long for springtime's glow
Oh Winter, we keep our love for you
But long for skies of blissful blue
We need to know the seasons turn
And the earth once more is born anew
1/20/13
Where have you been my drifting friend?
What have you seen along the way?
Perhaps a storm has sent you here;
your earthly remains to rot away.
A force greater than life itself
ripped you from earth's nurturing breast.
The time had come to send you on.
We must believe our Maker knows best.
I can only wonder at your life's journey.
Your story's lost, your grave unmarked.
You may have traveled many miles
or only recently embarked.
So bide your time and rest your bones
on God's little beach of sand and sun.
Only your nature will change with time
but your spirit lives on when day is done.
Is this now your journey's end,
lying white-washed and ghostly upon this beach;
or will nature's cycle continue onward
and carry you away beyond land's reach?
And what of those you left behind?
Have your seeds grown into strong, young trees?
While you are dead, life continues on;
your essence is cast upon the breeze.
One day, I know, you will return.
Who knows in what form you will be?
When it pleases God, he'll send you back
to be born again on land or sea.
Janece Terry
In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning
Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason
Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin
Like a glance I catch you
In between seemingly innocent exchanges
When you lean slowly in like the deaf and the dumb
With your underhanded handiness
Your adorable strangeness
Oh, how I see through right through your fragile facade
Sweet girl, boyfriended, gorgeously flawed
The question is: do you see it in me, too?
I am forbidden,
But what is that to you?
A rule?
Tell no one and no one will know
You and I are star-crossed and wander back even so
Fall into bed
Crash like porcelain, picture frames, plain-faced wives
You can’t hide the curiosity quivering behind your eyes
At first I smile as you warily bide your time
When I know, just as well,
That you soon will be mine.
When the Moth flies drained of all her feelings
Flight weakens her wings, all that is cherished
Wings dry like powder, caught in a stale breeze
Powder falls up and out, tender this does make
When wings carry the weight of the world
Flight makes heavy the silken frame of love
Then a heart is weaken from yesterdays flight
The Moth has been singed by fire of the lovelorn
When the Moth takes a once in a lifetime chance flight
There are no strings to this puppet of thought
Heat rises, but where there is a cold heart in view
One falls clear of emotions, but not a burning candle
When slow sinking takes to the depths of feelings
Strike a match and give life to the candle with flame
Offer roses of twenty for thirdy seconds of wild and red
The Moth lands on a bud, yet to glory for praising luck
When a moth flies high and touches the luners edge
Kissed in morning dewdrops, mother taught to flutter
The powder dries quick, bide your time upon the rocks
Don't fly low to this candles flame, burnt you shall be
Snowstorm
Haven’t been here for a while,
Life turned crazy for a bit,
Like those plastic snowstorms you can buy at Christmas,
Shaking in your child-sized fist,
Making the snow swirl in an improbable way round Mary and Joseph on their journey.
Seemed like someone shook my snow-globe,
The Universe. Or God.
Causing confusion to swirl in an unpredictable way around me on my journey,
Blurring the signs along the way,
Making me wait, making me wait,
Life turned crazy for a while,
But sit it out. Bide your time.
It’ll clear. And the path will reappear.
You think you’re something’ special,
cause you’re Arizona bound!
You think we’re really gonna feel it,
when you’re no longer 'round!
You prob’ly think that we’ll feel sad,
and some of us will cry,
as we shake your hand or kiss you,
and exchange that last “good-bye!
You prob’ly think we wish you luck,
in everything you do!
That you will be successfull,
as you start your life anew.
You prob’ly feel we’ll miss you,
and be sorry that you’re gone.
That we prob’ly won’t forget you,
as time goes movin’ on!
No doubt you feel we like you,
and enjoy your wit and charm,
your pleasing personality,
your smile, so sweet and warm!
You're thinkin' we're all hoping,
you'll enjoy the sights you see.
That you won't get lost along the way,
and that your trip is trouble free.
Well if you think we think those thoughts,
and we sincerely hope you might,
then we really hate to say it,
but, by god, this time you're right!
So when you reach you're destination,
and while you bide your time,
freeloading at you daughters,
why not, drop us a line?
*About a friend leaving Treeo (senior living facility).
Moving to Arizona to live with his daughter.
Prevented by chains of numeric organization
Ready for more but only stuck in contemplation
Just like a soldier told “Stay at your station”
Liberty and justice, now that’s a sensation
Life is hard but they hardly know my situation
My brain reaches panic due to this unjust nation
No reason to give up just told to be at ease
Calmness soothes, but causes time to freeze
Action and reaction, time to break this chain
Analyze, critique, sit and watch in pain
Bleakness and some turmoil come eat at the soul
Trying to start but stuck already on hold
Why or how, are but just some of the inquiries
Is my life going to always be stuck in this misery?
Bide your time, they say patience is a virtue
But waiting only does so much, it may just hurt you
Sip softly come drown your sorrows
Might as well who knows if there even is a tomorrow
Thieving and lying answering the devil’s call
Open arms ready to catch you right when you fall
No papers or numbers considered insignificant
Ride this train called life and look you’re diligent
Endurance is without a doubt the key to success
You can keep going as long as you have that thump in your chest
3 2 1 time to come to an end
Maybe I will drop more stories some time again
Fill in the blanks of the words you forgot to say
Saying goodbye cuz I’m wasting my life away
Bury my emotions deep cuz I think that’ll make them go away
Smell the roses cuz that’s what they tell me to do
Stop and bide your time for a moment or two
Gaze out the window cuz it keeps me from thinking of you
And forgetting is just choosing not to remember
And I want to brainwash myself sometimes
So I don’t remember you,
But I know you’ll always be in my heart
And that’s what hurts me the most
That I’ll never really, truly get over you.
To the law of claw and fang
You’ve torn me apart
And shown no remorse
Congratulations on that.
I want to be that kid
That one girl you’ll never forget
No matter how hard you try.
But I’m not her.
I’m just not.
I’ll never cross your mind
One more time
Cuz you have better things to do
And so do I but I’ve got time
To waste and I miss you.
Please just promise me to never
Never show me how you feel.
Never. I can’t take it.
Knowing you either miss me
Or don’t care about me,
Would ultimately kill me in the end.
Dreaming of something
I know just isn’t real is my way of coping.
If I talk to myself, so be it.
If I cut you out, so be it.
If I write, so be it.
The pen is my sword.
The words are my bullets.
And you are my target.
You’ll be insulted,
Enraged, upset,
Torn and frayed,
But I will survive.
And these are my glory days.
Dan de Lion
Cold Jonquils know
you’ll steal their glow
unlike their snowy, sunburst blast
your foot long roots will ever last.
Sadly you won’t last too long
a gentle breeze and “POOF” you’re gone
to take up residence at will
bide your time again – until
you feel the urge to strut your stuff
cuz you Dandelions are so tuff.
©4/6/2019
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