Best Candle At Both Ends Poems
Let abundant energies ............... burn
Late into the night as ................. the
Light of a flickering .................... candle
Throws reflected shadows .......... at
Mirrored walls, while we ............. both
Bathe in pleasure till music .......... ends.
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Contest: End Line Word
Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Placed 1st
"Pleasure Seekers burn the candle at both ends."
Remember hangover days?
Dreadful headaches, you wished
to die!
But your soul fixing took a while to
return.
All your funky promises to never
do this again!
Alas, there you were in the bar to
be bad and to play.
You were there,to get sky high.
And the candle at both ends to burn.
To fly as high as a beautiful wren.
One day, in agony, you knew you
had to find a new way!
You knew not where or why.
You felt as dead as one in an urn.
Suddenly, you had a sponsor, were
at AA meetings,and your life took a
miraculous turn.
12-30-2020
4:30am PST
Dedicated to all in any Recovery
Program. You can do it.
Best wishes,
Pangie
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust;
it's now a desk which seems a breach of trust.
Clothes made at home had always been a must.
Married in the "dirty thirties" hard years
for dust bowl folk who stayed despite the jeers.
Dependence on social welfare brought tears
to one proud farmer. Bills he could not pay,
he chose to join the army straightaway.
The war years seemed like only yesterday
rememb'ring those who fought that war in vain.
Soon he would send his sons to war again;
his daughter, a skilled seamstress, caught the train
to work sewing bags at a powder plant.
Burning her candle at both ends, my aunt
never came home; but she had made her mark;
the candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
Lines 1, 9, and 16 were written by Viv Wigley
The end of the world is foretold to arrive any time soon so I am leaving a message in this bottle for anybody with advice on how to survive if this should happen again.
In the Bible it does state that the Earth will go on for eternity, so it must be something that will be at his hand that removes us from his creation.
The bottle you have now opened contains my favourite wine and I hope it is still drinkable. There is a warning though and some advice you may like to follow.
Red wine, they say, is good for the heart, but then they changed their minds and tell us is will kill us. So stick to white wine so instead
Eat plenty of fibre it’s good for you; you do not want to be stuck on the loo when the end arrives.
Eat five portions of fruit and vegetables a day; you want to be healthy at the end of the world.
If you see a large mushroom formation in the clouds, duck and cover, they told us they had disarmed all nuclear devices but I think they tell lies.
Find out who THEY are, we never did.
Don’t burn the candle at both ends; you want to look your best at the end.
When you wake up and find you have gotten old and it sneaked up on you and all the aches and pains that come with it, go out and welcome the end of the world.
As you have found this bottle I have to presume you have to start a new race just remember life can be a b***h so don’t marry one as well.
You will never find the missing link, so don’t look, accept it that some people really did fall off the ugly tree.
Never go to sleep angry at the person you are with, make sure you swap them regularly.
Remember it is not the Stork that brings the children, it is the lark in the night, buy a bird scarer.
That is all the advice I can give for now I need to get my nails and hair done in case it happens now. I want look my best, so go forth and multiply.
© ~GG~ 24/12/2012
I write this note and place it, in my favourite bottle of wine
I sealed that top so tight then I wrapped it with waxed twine
The world is gonna end be it by mans hand or Gods
I maybe should have been more careful on all the toes I trod.
So if there are survivors, after doomsday does arrive
I’d like to leave advice on how one can survive.
Eat plenty of fiber, they tell you it's good to have each day
Five kinds of fruit and vegetables and you’ll always be ready to play.
Red wine is good for you one day, but the next it will kill you dead
They never talked of white wine, so I’d stick to that instead.
Duck and cover if you see a mushroom growing in the sky
They told us they disarmed them, but I think that they did lie.
Never go to bed angry with the one who is with you
So change them each day and then he won’t get angry too.
Don’t try to burn the candle at both ends at the same time
You’ll find it will burn the house down and that will be a crime.
When you wake with aches and pains it is because you're getting old
So the end of the world may not be bad, or that’s what I am told
So remember if you read this and you are to start the race anew
Remember life can be a b***h, you don’t want to marry one too.
When I popped the note in this bottle I left you the wine to drink
So go forth and multiply and forget about the missing link
Then think on this point, I obviously didn't make it through
So throw the rules away and just do what you have to do.
© ~GG~23/12/2012
It was going to be an entry in the contest but I realise I haven't' followed the rules
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
Happy birthday to a lovely lady called Jan
Who's a poet from The Isle of Man
So please raise your glass
To a very nice lass
Burn (s) the candle at both ends while you can.
Have a great birthday Jan and enjoy Burns night, I've done you a few limericks, sorry I didn't have time to wrap them.
MABEL.
There was a thirty stone woman called Mabel
Who liked to pole dance on her table
She heard a loud crack
Fell off broke her back
Now cannot get up she's not able.
MEG
There was an old woman called Meg
Had woodworm in her wooden leg
The leg gave way
She started to sway
And hopped to the shop for a new peg.
MATT.
There was an old man called Matt
Who lived on the tenth floor with his cat
The cat chased a ball
Out the window did fall
Matt heard a meow then a splat.
MURRAY.
There was a young fellow called Murray
Went out with his friends for a curry
The curry was off
He started to cough
Ran off to the loo in a hurry.
NELL.
There was a young nurse called Nell
Who was carrying a potty and she fell
It went up in the air
And all over her hair
Now they avoid her because of the smell
FARMER.
There was an old farmer from Surrey
Who was always running around in a hurry
Got startled by a bell
Tripped over and fell
And ended up face down in some slurry.
FRED.
There was an old man called Fred
Who spent most of the day in bed
He lit up a smoke
And started to choke
Couldn't breath now he is dead.
SAVING GRACE
In the middle of the universe, I stand
Where it all revolves around man
Selling and consuming disastrous blends
Burning the candle at both ends
Neglecting duty, overriding beauty
This story of the ages, never told by sages
Who lived in the bell jar, with the fat cats in the big car
Where small minds, busied and blind
Lost the human race
NO ONE’S SAVING GRACE!
2.4.15: J. Polatnick
Submission: In the Middle of the Universe, I stand
STRESSED
Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.
Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.
Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.
It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.
Judy Ball
If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLIV
Don’t translate poems if you want yours read.
A pain in the ass is a pain nevertheless.
A « race" in any other language is still the shape of the nose.
Every cloud hides shining gold that reveals the silver lining.
It’s the darkest cloak which keeps its silver from jingling in its lining.
Every clout makes you see silver stars while lining up for more stout.
It never rains but giggles.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket; just lay them.
The child is farther from the man.
Spare the rod and drill the child (with electric…)
The proof of the pudding is in the ridding
Burn the candle at both ends and end up keeping midnight oil vigil in the igloo.
Do tight-rope walkers eat only string hoppers?
The Piped-Piper pipes a pitiful panegyric to Pan past the precipice…
The « dachshund" trotting out on an outing with its master never fails to take its house - under the same roof - for an airing.
Even a stitch in time cannot save the rhyme in the above run-on line.
Rats tend to desert a ship full of lousy fat cats.
The pot calling the wok : mad !
The wok calling the kettle: cad !
The kettle calling the pan: bad !
The pan calling the cook: lad !
The cook calling the « chef": Dad !
All groggy agog and cooking glad !
A chip of the old computer hard-disk block.
All the World’s a cage.
An eye for an eye multiplies drives; tit for tat and that’s that.
Two and Two make Two times Two.
2 + Too make Two Toos. No?
If you beat about the bush, the Bushes most likely’ll not complain, but if you beat the Bushes, you would have nothing to gain.
A State within a State (l’Etat dans l’Etat), a Nation breeds a single State, yet no Nation or State rules those who secretly usurp the State.
If you went and told it to the Marines every time somebody tells you to, you’ll have precious little left to tell your psychoanalyst, psychiatrist or Priest, but fat chance the Church will close down even if you shut up for good.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 21, 2019
pushing aside last night's clutter
from the late night burst of creative energy
open the blinds and let the warm light stream in
select the perfect playlist and crack your knuckles
time to go to work....
channeling your inner self, hoping that it is revealed through your work
orchestrating a solo tune that you and you alone know
a meditation on things past, on things to come
a way to unearth the substantial from the minimal
and breathe new life into old materials
wood set adrift, turned amber from the elements
metal oxidized a golden brown
and discarded plastic brought together in an unlikely unison
weaving together a tapestry of auxiliary parts
whether art for art's sake or treading the precarious waters of the political realm
art and its processes mean something
for earth without art is 'eh'
so continue on burning the candle at both ends creative types
throw caution to the wind and let your hair down
for the unmitigated impulse, when strong, is a difficult thing to silence
for every stop along the way brings new obstacles to overcome
new directions to tread
so be bold, be not shy in the quest for personal expression
unfurl your hopes and dreams, inject your very essence into your work
let it stand on solid ground, amongst the timid and the meek
let the firm foundation of your creation be a lightning rod for conversation
let it scream with intention and innuendo
do not sink into apathy but rise with the flare of the morning sun
let everything you touch be rejuvenated
do not waste a precious second on the ephemeral streams of the market
nor fickle collector
make art for all the RIGHT reasons
cast off and set sail for the remote local that is a true artist
this land of rarefied air where food is scarce and rent is a constant longing
do not be discouraged or disenchanted
but beware this is not for the faint of heart
blood will be spilt and tears will be shed
but it is not for nothing, do not be forlorn
for art is the prize
and that will be just fine
so push aside all of last night's clutter and get to work
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
Meeting by a charmfull seduction, the ignition as a spark to an engine.
Happiness flourished, blending to a family orientation.
Seeing my Cousin,Shaun in a position i never collectively envisaged.
The meeting of Eileen a pivital point, nevertheless needed taming by her.
Two daughters, single mum took to Shaun as a father, he not been in that parental position in his past, caused uncondtional love. I`m not going to sugar coat or lay pillows for the wrong doings, myself was involved amongst burning the candle at both ends.
However, you could say God sent down only something he had for the right path. Involved in an incident of which Shaun is incarcerated, also deeply regrets. A period of self explanitation, knitting the family bond like strength of a lion. It`s almost comical how good can come from bad, if you can see what i can.
Love is the utmost importance of all. Eileen, no medal could succomb you. The time is almost nigh for the gates to open, a debt of gratitude owed. Although a stunning blow the passing of your Father, unspeakably wrenching. I know that love lives amongst your family, that`ll do me.
Though dawn takes the sky
with her eye-lid,
and the sun wraps the day up
in her smile,
it matters not to me.
Though the treasures of the dark
flood through my veins,
and aboundance of the sea
lay bare on my breast,
it matters not to me.
It matters not to me at all!
Though on every side of me desolation bronzes
and decimeted wild life unfolds
as a tale that is told.
It matters not me at all.
oppression has smosched me.
sorrow had fondled me.
Resignation pampers my nights with captives tears.
Though the world bloom
and the moon unstrips before the gazing stars,
though the sons pleasure ripen at all hours,
it matters not to me at all.
For misery had set the table before my eyes
and despair lit the candle at both ends.
The subtle serpent’s not a tale,
conceived by one who drank strong ale.
Wise, with wings resplendent in flight,
a perfect ploy in Satan’s fight.
Its charm disarmed the woman Eve,
as Satan’s sinful snare was weaved.
Its pleasant words like poison darts,
pierced and polluted her pure heart.
The subtle serpent still beguiles
with winsome words and well-spun wiles.
He infiltrates his victims’ minds
with thoughts that titillate and blind.
Throw out restraint and have your fill
of whatever would chill and thrill.
After a while the stuff you crave,
possess and make of you a slave.
Live for you and yourself alone,
put number one upon the throne.
Then when years of life have flown
you end up in a zombie zone.
Burn your candle at both ends,
run wild, chase after all the trends.
Make it your goal to earn and spend,
and upon your wealth to depend.
The wily foe is still disguised,
his stratagem he’s not revised.
He always works behind the scenes
employing surreptitious means.
Beware of the subtle serpent friend,
his way leads to a deadly end.
He wants to rob you of God’s gift
and between you two create a rift.
sparkling horizon
burning candle at both ends
red dying ember
(sunset)