Best Call It A Day Poems
There is no power greater than the Lord's, but there is a powerful lesson to be learned by not stumbling off on a fool's errand. That idiom is a phrase that explains the undertaking of a futile effort to find or prove something that is an impossible task. Thus, the effort becomes a waste of time and a fool's game to play. It is doomed to succeed from the start, even if the journey taken is by one with a good heart. The goal will never be reached when shrewd ones preach one thing and hand out rose-colored glasses to disguise words they speak but never practice. They tickle the ears of all who will listen, but the truth is what the naive ones will never hear. The real fool's errand is trying to unveil the fools who in spite of all efforts to conceal it, reveal themselves when the truth will out.
it's a waste of time
to go on a fool's errand~
fruitless endeavor
The phrase itself implies that it would be an unproductive effort and a lesson in futility such as Sisyphus rolling a boulder uphill only to watch it roll back down again. So, don't allow yourself to be disappointed, nor disjointed when the foolhardy in the world ..."don't know how to get along, yet, they pretend they've done nothing wrong."* It would be much wiser to avoid engaging with those who are always caught up in the throes of what they haughtily impose upon unsuspecting others. Excuse these added idioms, but they will help make the point about not getting a nose out of joint thinking a fool's errand is 'not my cup of tea.' Or, I'd rather 'call it a day' then chase a fool whose life has gone astray. Don't 'shoot yourself in the foot' by being a fool on an errand that will only prove to be 'a wild goose chase.'
in a world of fools
don't be duped to prove them wrong~
prove yourself wiser
* Sandra Feldman in her poem: 'Foolish World'
Think it's about time to call it a day
Brain doesn't function in the same old way
Effect of my seizures
Good wishes my readers
It's been a magical ten years, so farewell I say
I dream that tonight I am a raccoon
And it is here in this body that I store the notion
That my sadness will last forever,
In the treasury of unclaimed awareness,
Where pits of the peaches could never re-sprout...
I dig deep into the indent of a Denver ravine,
Gnaw knee-high into the hollow ridges of hominids and their homelands,
Belly-wade in bottomless mud waters west of wherever they don’t go, though
Lurid in my languor now, I laminate my slick turf onto Continental limestone slabs
And, then, all-at-once, at noon, just like that,
I call it a day.
A tired little raccoon
Can’t bear without a rest
Through the midday...
I arise as the coon falls under.
Reclaiming Human Sorrow, my Wrong-Headed Brother,
Waxing thunderously, now, in the mind’s cluttered cage
In this day of coffee and chit-chat and left-turns,
I’ll dream tonight I am a raccoon.
So that we may both get out and roam.
At the End of the Road
Stop begging me to stay!
Don’t act like you don’t know,
our journey ends right here -
my answer is still “NO!”
Once you were my pleasure,
but now you’re my poison.
Your type of love is toxic;
so that’s my real reason.
I’m tired of these rocky roads,
and done with the games you play.
I’m dizzy from your ups and downs;
it’s time we call it a day!
Let’s make this nice and easy-
I don’t want you to cry.
Let’s have no handshake, no hug,
nor a last kiss good-bye.
Stop begging me to stay!
Surely by now you should know,
we reached the end of our road…
as love left us long ago!
01-06-2017
Contest: Poet's Choice - The End of the Road - Just Friends
Sponsor: Silent One
Placment: 6th
[Verse 1]
Traveled the world, chasing the lights,
Toasted the towns on those faraway nights.
The price of the show, how things had to be,
The crowds grew loud, but the silence grew on me.
[Pre-Chorus]
Thinking of you, dreaming of home,
Glory feels empty when you're all alone.
But I couldn’t quit, addicted to fame,
Blinded by pride, I couldn’t feel your pain.
[Chorus]
The sun always rose, but it hid the dark nights,
I got lost in the music, forgot our fights.
The band became family, but you were far away,
Another night’s concert, and I'd call it a day.
I couldn’t see, I couldn't see...
I was writing love that would never be.
[Verse 2]
The stage lights faded, the crowds moved on,
Another lonely city, another empty song.
You begged me come home, said "It won’t be long,"
But I kept running, like I was always wrong.
[Pre-Chorus]
Thinking of you, dreaming of home,
Glory feels empty when you’re left alone.
But I couldn’t quit, addicted to fame,
Blinded by pride, I couldn’t feel your pain.
[Chorus]
The sun always rose, but it hid the dark nights,
I got lost in the music, forgot our fights.
The band became family, but you were far away,
Another night’s concert, and I'd call it a day.
I couldn’t see, I couldn't see...
I was writing love that would never be.
[Bridge]
You begged me to come home, I turned my back,
Chasing a dream that I couldn’t take back.
When the world called, I answered too loud,
But when you needed me, I was lost in the crowd.
And now the echoes are all I hear,
A voice in the distance, so far, so near...
[Chorus]
The sun always rose, but it hid the dark nights,
I got lost in the music, forgot our fights.
The band became family, but you were far away,
Another night’s concert, and I'd call it a day.
I couldn’t see, I couldn't see...
I was writing love that would never be.
[Outro]
Now you’re gone, and I’m still chasing the sound,
But it’s too late for love that can’t be found.
I was writing love that never will be...
Writing love that never will be.
Be honest
this isn't going anywhere
you've tried
I've tried
we've given it everything we've got.
If we had the answer
at our fingertips
I'm sure you would agree
things would be so different.
but no
we just keep going
round and round
our frustration turns
to bitterness.
Stop now
Let's call it a day
I think that would be best
if we both admitted
that we'll never find the start
on this roll of sticky tape.
Take a Knee
Let’s call it a day
We’ve been over this
‘Til there’s naught else to say
Take a knee
Don’t make a sound
My will is Power
Now get on the ground
Take a knee
One day you’ll see
When I’ve got the gun
Justice is Me
May 29, 2020
Decisions-decisions
Do you take a job where it's always womb-warm
working for dirty broken pennies
or poke around in the wind and cold
for a taste of that sweet northern gold.
Do you marry the stable steady
with the ice box that's rarely ready.
or stick with the gold jigging, rock-sucking vagabond...
To take the shortcut through the war zone.
or go around the world just to get back home.
Do you turn the other cheek for eternity?
Or bash them in the skull and set yourself free.
Do you slowly yellow away
or tend to your wrist on a whim and call it a day?
Decisions-decisions
Eye vent out on a clear blew ski day
butt the whether vase read hot the hole day
board eye go far a movie
knot a sole hear maid eerie
sow eye flea this haul two call it a day
If it’s to be, it’s up to me, determination fuel with faith
A strong desire. Not just the thoughts of good intentions alone,
Put actions in place, and follow through to the end.
Think not of the impossible until you’ve tried,
What’s the worst that can happen anyway?
When you’re trust is in God, and situations in disarray.
In ordinary circumstances one would have quit and call it a day.
Nothing comes easy; life isn’t a bed of roses, the truth everyone should hear
I believe in miracles, and dreams can come true. Not only a matter of the heart
But a strong desire to achieve, and be committed to the end.
If it’s to be it’s up to me SMART is a good place to start.
S - pecific
M- easurable
A – ttainable
R – ealistic
T- imely
Smart is the word a road map our guide, a good place to begin
But we all must do our part.
I saw a big bird today at a local zoo.
Its habitat is akin to that of a kangaroo.
It was glaring at all as if to say,
"Okay! I saw all, now go away!"
Its digits can agonizingly kick,
As if hit by a ton of brick!
It is not a darling bird at all,
And I cannot stand its blaring call!
I know nothing of its ornithological stock.
I do know it's too big to fry in an Asian wok!
I was at a loss as I stood stroking jaw.
Was it an ostrich or a cassowary that I saw?
I can't think of anything worthy for that bird to say,
So I shall lay down ballpoint and call it a day!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
First Place In Nikko Palmario's "Without U & ME" Contest' - July 2010
PS: This was a contest where the use of the letters E, M & U was prohibited.
The bird I spoke of was the EMU!
Its never cease to amaze me how people are so caught up in themselves and
never once consider that its not always about them. There are so many other matters
at hand to be considered, but to them it really doesn't exist. That's until you do something
that's out of the ordinary just to get their attention and to allow them to see how selfish
they really are.
I did that two days ago to someone whom I rreally love and admire as a human being.
Its been today's since I last turned my cell phone own consistantly. I am contemplating how
long before they realize its not always about them and that they will see how they have
literally step all over my intent and genuine concern for them?
What I find astonishing is the fact they are exhausting all forms and kinds of rationale to
try and ascertain why I haven't called or text them.
Its rreally kind of sad to see such a person I held high esteem for to be so selfish cruel and
unaware of how much I don't need them in my life and how much they do need me in their
life. Its not always about this! Its not always about that! Its truly about how you
contribute to life around you in order that those same contributions return to you before
you call it a day and you lay down to sleep in hopes of arising to the dawn of a new day...
UUUUUHhhhhh!!!!!
I woke up this morning to find I am bald,
Wear glasses and only 5foot 7 tall.
Me bodies out of shape and what is more,
Me bits are all shrivelled, scaly and small.
Who the hell says life begins at forty,
I’m a blind, toothless bald headed shorty.
Which woman is going to throw themselves at me,
She will have to be blond and rely on a dog to see.
I walk up the stairs and stop half way,
Me hearts pumping mad saying “lets call it a day.”
Me **** started making these terrible smelly sounds,
And parts of me body are having a race, the first to touch the ground.
I now need Viagra to turn me into a yup
Or scaffolding under to prop me bits up
Foreplay is leave me teeth in the glass
The climax of me sex life is squeezing a pimple on me ass
Oh youth where art thou,
You left me in a mess.
I look in the mirror and cuss with every breath,
I’ve turned into an obese belch farting sow.
And they say life begins at forty, with a body like this tell me how?
** It has been brought to my attention that I should not have used "blond" so if you are blond please change it in your mind to blind, thank you :-)
Boris the wombat was very fat
So fat in fact
That he had to sit back on his hind legs
Just like a dog when he begs
His best friend was called Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
One day Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
Went to pay a visit to their friend, Roxy the fruit bat
But when they finally got there Roxy explained in a pained voice
That she slept all day and played all night
So Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
Said goodbye to Roxy the fruit bat
As she snuggled up tight
Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
Wanted a friend and so in the end
They decided to see Nelly the Numbat
When Nelly saw Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
She asked them if they had seen Roxy the fruit bat
But they told her that Roxy wouldn’t come out to play
In the day
And that was that
Then Nelly the numbat
Asked Boris why he was so fat
And asked Pat why he wore that stupid Akubra hat
Well they had enough of being insulted
And so they bolted
After that they were sleepy and exhausted
And all of Boris’s bulky weight made his legs seem like lead
And Pat the wombat’s Akubra hat seemed glued to his head
It was getting late
And the duo still hadn’t found a play date
So they decided to call it a day
And that’s the end of the story, mate!
How do you know when it's time to let go?
Should you call it a day, with nothing to show?
The love that you felt is still burning within.
Its flame flickers brightly, not wanting to end.
When only one heart is feeling that glow
You know that in time the other will go...
For no matter how much or how deeply you care,
You can't force a heart to stay with you there.
There…in that place where a fairy tale dwells,
Where fairy godmothers still cast lovers' spells,
Once upon a time two hearts were as one
And the love deep inside shone as bright as the sun.
But as time passes by, it seems some things change,
What once seemed so beautiful now seems so strange!
One moment you look in his eyes and you see,
Happily ever after is not meant to be.
What is it that makes only one heart feel love?
You look for the answer from God up above.
You hope against hope that an answer you'll hear,
But no answer is coming, just sadness and fear.
A part of you already knows it's the end,
But your heart and your mind just don't comprehend
How something so wonderful just fades away,
Like the colors of sunset in each passing day.
The dawn of each day brought a smile to my face,
By waking each morn to my lover's embrace.
Our two hearts once hoped that true love had begun,
But what good is love that is just felt by one?
Would I want him to stay with me, though in the end
He'd never be happy, you can't just pretend
To love someone when the feeling's not there.
So the answer is NO; and you try to prepare
For what you now know is going to be…
Sooner or later you must set him free.
You try to hold on to the love that you knew
But it slips through your fingers, so what can you do?
They say there are some things just not meant to be,
And in time we will know what our hearts couldn't see.
You beg, you plead, you curse, then… you cry.
But the only real answer is always GOODBYE.