Best Finish Off Poems
There are moments in time
Where a comment so profound
Is uttered without thought to the potential
Of its ripple effects - future bound.
If we are introduced to such a quote
At precisely the right time,
We feel something open within ourselves.
Such inspiration can feel divine.
If you feel defeated, depleted of joy
And it seems failure awaits.
Remember this wise old Proverb,
"Fall seven times and stand up eight."
A Latin Proverb to follow
To rouse the inner strength you know is yours,
Don't give up like all is lost,
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars."
We mustn't stay down.
We can't stay stranded on a boat.
In life we have to battle
To keep ourselves afloat.
"Life is 10 percent of what happens to me and
90 percent of how I react to it." Charles Swindoll
This inspirational quote empowers us.
It reminds us of our control.
"Nothing is impossible,' Audrey Hepburn said
'The word itself says, "I'm possible!" "
So however huge our climb might feel,
Deep down, we know we're capable!
Christopher Columbus was a person brave,
For he knew not what was in store.
"You can never cross the ocean until you have
The courage to lose sight of the shore."...
Just pondering these very thoughts,
Amongst so many they are few,
Can motivate us if we feel trapped
Or unsure of what to do.
So friends, I finish off my list
With a little quote from me...
"Soldier on with self belief
And you will gain your victory!"
Bullet Proof
If I was a bullet I would travel real fast
Take showers in the past
Use gun powder to keep me dry
Shop at Target
And avoid people at all cost
If I was a bullet I would buy a gun
A small one, for company
Challenge Superman to a race
Or simply let him leap tall buildings, if he were so inclined
As I leap to my own conclusions by his side
If I was a bullet I would go to Mexico
Drink tequila real slow to get inebriated
Finish off bottles of 90 proof vodka to prove a point
That I can become bullet proof in any old joint
9/01/14 The Poet - Poetry contest
It really is
As they say
Ain't it funny that a difference
24 hour's in a person's life can make
As 1 day and moment in time you
may just well find yourself
Standing on the prescipus of a
be that canyon , building or world's
edge
With 1 foot already off hoping and
praying for any reason at all
To stop you from taking the next step
Then somehow or other a thought
arrives at just the exact right time
Which makes you go online click
on said this here poetry soup site
And that very reason you have
been seeking forth doth finally
appear
And so surprised are you without
you thinking or prior knowledge
You are taken 3 steps back till
the very same edge is now firmly
out in front of you
So you can then safely return to writing
Part 2 of this in particular story
To thankfully and luckily enough be
once able again to sincerely thank
Jenna Logan
For the unimaginable difference she
has made to my life
From just a mere 24 hour's ago
I do not know what I have I done
or I did to deserve such a complete
360 degree turnaround
All I know is that I am ever so
eternally thankful and grateful
to you
For this is yours more than it is mine
P.O.T.D
Just deserved reward
And when reading and scrolling
through the many comments
It becomes abundantly clear 1 hell
of a lot of people feel exactly the
same way
And lastly may I finish off by saying
thank you to all of those of you
good kindhearted people who
took your time to comment and
reply with both love and affection for
Jenna as well
You also in tern couldn't have made
me happier than I was before
I love to keep a low profile
And avoid the limelight
Flamboyance is not my style
I’m fiercely loyal, fair and giving
Looking for ways to please loved ones
By subtle random acts of kindness
I wish I could grace the whole world
With melodious joyful entertainment
I even bought a piano once
Because I wanted so to learn
Only to discover as much as I love music
I don’t have one musical bone in me
I dream of leaving behind a legacy
Born of some creative bit of me
I’m struggling 'cause I just don’t know
If I’ll run out of time to finish off
Everything I’ve sketched and planned~
I dream to leave the world more beautiful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023
JULIUS CAESAR
When you start reading
You show your feeling
But not in Julius Caesar
Whose chapters dip you in eager
Onto the streets of Rome
Lay a royal home
Caesar's it was
Who was the boss
He was the king
Bright as a diamond ring
He loved all his mates
who finally decided his fates
Mark Antony , his noblest and loyal friend
Did not leave him till the end
The story started fine
But no answers why it turned as a sorrowful line
On the night ,
Which was not bright
Filled with thunder and lightning
Caesar came shouting
Calpurnia, his lovely wife
Feared his life
She dreamt of bad omens
That spoiled her faith in her husband's Romans
Caesar neglected
That her dream as amiss interpreted
He was a lion
Who punished evil in a line
His famous quote
"Cowards die many times before their deaths ,
The valiant never taste of death but once"
Lies in all our minds
At last he gave up going to the senate house
But the evil Brutus spoiled his thought like a mouse
He took away Caesar to the senators
By telling false rumours
In the senate house, they killed Caesar
His voice grew hoarser
He believed Brutus and shouted ET TU BRUTE [ you too Brutus ]
But Brutus was happy with his killing lute [killing of Caesar ]
Caesar died,
The heavens cried
The happiness of senators did not last long
As they became small before Antony's anger bong
Antony waited for revenge and took Caesar's funeral as a starting point
Brutus, unaware of his mind , gave the joint
His tears flamed up as fire
And also lit Caesar's funeral pyre
Antony takes oath to finish off the unfaithful dogs
And lit the fire of revenge with his speech logs
Antony's speech became world famous
For its opening line
"FRIENDS, ROMANS , COUNTRYMEN "
He succeeded in winning the people's heart
And people came in to help him for a start
Antony also took the help of Octavius Caesar,
Caesar's nephew for a war with their anger
Against Brutus and his mates
At last Brutus and Cassius decided their own fates
They were defeated against Octavius and Antony
And finally, they commit SUICIDE........
- manasvini surya
Cast to the left of me, cast to my right
Cast out in front of me but I can’t get a bite
I’ve changed my tactics many times, tried legering and float
And now the heavy pouring rain has soaked right through my coat
Eyes peeled, alert, despite the odds, I fish my chosen spot
The Brolly that I thought I'd packed is one that I forgot!
The Net I Have brought with me lies unused and at my side
I tell myself, I'll catch one soon and many more beside
Non anglers think we’re barmy and all who fish are mad
“To be obsessed with drowning worms is only for the sad”
But non angling folk have no idea of the Buzz when the line goes tight
And the adrenalin rush when the fish is on and the rod bends to the fight
Worms and Maggots, corn and flake on every size of hook
I’ve used up all the tricks I know, it seems I’m out of luck
The weather’s gone from bad to worse and now the wind’s a gale
I should be in a nice warm pub and supping pints of ale
Not every day is action packed with solid bites and takes
When your angling comes together with very few mistakes
There are days like this when nothing’s right and all you try’s in vain
Just fishing on with not a bite seems pointless and insane
Any size of fish would do, just to avoid a 'Blank'
What’s this! A twitch! About time too, my inert float just sank
I’m getting lots of bites at last ('though the fishless hours were Rotten)
Now it’s a bite with every cast and all before is forgotten
I have learned a bit and caught a few to finish off my day
Carefully I’ve set them free and watched them swim away
I am all packed up but before I go there is one last look to see
That I’ve left it clean and tidy for those who follow me
Then Keith snapped his fingers and spoke a mystical chant,
“Grant us the powers to finish off the one that all others can’t”
There came a sound of a moaning wind and a low and rolling groan,
Then the ghost of dear sweet Barbara Ann came before the throne.
“Who has called my visage forth and brought me to this place?”
They were all transfixed by her charms and by the beauty of the specter’s face.
“Spirit we have called you here to accomplish something that we can’t,
I’m Keith the conjurer and we have someone that we need you to enchant.”
“If I do this thing for you there’s something that you must do for me,
I can rid you of this fool but there’s no way that I’m doing it for free.”
The King agreed “Any payment that you require will be laid out at your feet,
Because I know that your spectral beauty will be impossible to defeat.”
“Then I shall go about this task where doth the fool reside?”
King Eric told her that the dungeon is where they tossed his hide.
“Then leave this fool to my methods and let none of you come near,
Stay away from the castle dungeon no matter what sounds you’ll hear.”
The spectral figure of Barbara Ann promised that in two night’s time,
They would be well rid of this fool and in a way that would probably rhyme.
And as it is with spectral figures Barbara Ann held fast to her word,
Two days hence and the fool was gone and though it might sound to you absurd,
All of the riches that she required to the fool she asked that they be paid,
For the weekend that she spent with the fool she should never seek to trade.
And what of the fool who paid the price By being hoisted upon his own petard?
It seems that he is no longer a fool, Instead he’s now become a bard.
The lesson that I offer to you is that when you make a plan fool proof,
Never underestimate the ingenuity of fools, Lest they steal treasures from beneath your roof.
In days of yore when I was four, in my memory I'm sure
there was nothing that you could buy called low fat
you got meat from a cow, and pork from a sow,
pound of lamb from NZ and that was that.
Butter from a pack, there was nothing that it lacked,
spread it thickly and then top it off with jam
or on it's own when times were hard,
and cook your chips in a pound of lard
and deep fry lots of lovely fritters made of Spam.
On the high days and the holy finish off with roly poly
burn it off by playing footy in the yard,
as we kids all stuffed our faces the majority of cases
found that doing up our laces wasn't hard.
So I think it rather strange how the times they've slowly changed
in our best interests to make us really thin
that the products we are buying really must be surely lying
as so many are now bursting out their skins.
In the papers every morning there's a scientific warning
of the problems that we store up for ourselves
as we go off on a jolly with our supermarket trolley
desperately trying to empty all the shelves.
As I sit and watch the fuss as they struggle on the bus
using scooters sticks and frames to get along
all I'm seeing is human beings and before my thoughts start fleeing
in my head they ask 'where did it all go wrong'?
What a beautiful breakfast
This hotel embraces your stay
Everything you could wish for
To keep u going all day
The prunes I had were lovely
So juicy and fat
Now feeling a rumble in my stomach
Was I wise to eat that.
The cooked breakfast is not for me
So I looked for something close
Could have kippers if you wanted
That's what I chose.
They came all two of them
Cooked to perfection
With oozes of butter and lemon
Pleased with my selection
My friends husband made the toast
Has a fettish that way
Loves to see it golden
Suppose that fettish is ok
Now shall I have marmite
Or Marmalade and Jam
Or simply dripping in butter
What a pig I am
Then to finish off
Had a yogurt to eat
Lovely and creamy
Breakfast is complete
Drank cups of coffee
The decaf kind
Oh my I am so full
Need to walk to unwind
Whilst walking I burped
The taste of kippers abound
Next was a silent fluff
Knew the prunes were around
So this morning will have simple food
And not quite enough
No prunes or kippers for me
They make you burp and fluff.
Plutonium ensures growth.
More Plutonium, more growths.
Fewer bombs increase the risk of unemployment.
More bombs increase the risk of employment.
Bombs for peace.
More bombs, more pieces.
Bombs to profit this nation.
More bombs, more profits.
Bombs bring potential enemies to the table.
More bombs, more potential enemies, more tables.
Bombs deter enemies from using bombs against us.
More bombs deter more enemies from using more bombs against us.
Bombs aid the construction industry.
More bombs, more constructions.
Funny, when I was a little boy, I thought
All bombs could do was explode.
How Far We’ve Come
Back in the Dark Ages with their lack of drains,
hygiene, refuse disposal and community dustmen,
Ignorance and superstition reigned rats and hogs.
Spreading from the Black Sea, the Black Death
Brought half of Europe to its grave. After the fall
Of Constantinople, a century on, came the New Learning
and the Renaissance, when Man was proud of being Man.
New worlds were discovered; science was born.
For Francis Bacon science was the source of power:
“Nature obey if you would be her lord.”
Later it was realized, utopias with clean streets
Must be defended, and that by science.
Now the rockets stand erect, poised to poison,
To spill the obscene beans and bugs to finish off.
Do up those buttons, Adam, or you return to dust
Before your time, lest the last mass turbulence
Reveals too late to what impotence
Our potent forces lead. Who then will ask
Or answer why our best minds, blind only
To the obvious, served to devise the means
Of mass destruction in the hire of governments
Of the people, by the people, for the people
Left dead or dying with no one to erect
Crosses to them in the shade of Adam’s tree?
While the True Vine cries” “Father, why..?,”
And heady Dionysus notes how potent was his drug,
Adam haves one final, futile, groan,
Upon this dark eve.
The Jiggle Pants Dance
Here’s a dance that ought to be
picked up very easily -
one that those with two left feet
can learn and never miss a beat.
The first move that you have to know
you have to do twice in a row.
Sideways step and as you go
to the right, your left foot follows.
Step-together, step-together.
Put a sexy glide into it.
Let your hips move rhythmically.
Next sideways left you have to go.
Step together, step together.
Even Uncle Joe can do it.
Simply let your body flow.
Next you do a little kick.
With your left leg, cross kick right.
You must do it very quick.
Then cross-kick right foot to the left.
Step together, step together.
First go right. Then go left.
Next pivot round yourself full circle
To the right, pivot pivot.
Cross kick two times to the right.
Pivot next time to the left.
Pivot - pivot, cross-kick two times to the left.
Finally you’re ready for
your finest move out on the floor.
Lean right and let your top get jiggy.
Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy.
Do it more than twice per beat.
Then lean left. Repeat, repeat.
Now stand and wiggle both your hips.
Don’t just wiggle, Let them shimmy.
In your pants you’ll feel the jiggle.
Faster, faster, Uncle Jimmy!
Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy
Let yourself go loose on top.
Then those hips – give them a chance.
Shimmy shimmy, jiggy jiggy.
Finish off with Hop hop hop!
Feel that jiggle in your pants;
if you do not want to stop,
face east and do the dance again.
Do it from the very start.
Then face south repeating all.
Then again but facing west.
Four times done, you’ll be your best.
One last thing, you have to giggle
if you do the jiggle pants dance.
May 31, 2018 for Brenda Chiri's A New Dance Explained Poetry Contest
The Woman's Work Is Never Done.
Wedding bells are ringing as the church bursts into life.
A day of joyous throng as the Groom takes himself a wife.
The wife makes her house a home with sofa, chairs and table.
She'll do the decorating, well as much as she is able.
Then sorting out her white goods with her washer by the sink
She paints the bathroom walls with blue
and their bedrooms painted pink.
Then as they sit and look at all she's done about the place
her hubby shows his gratitude with a big smile on his face.
He showers her with gifts of flowers and begs she take a rest.
She can finish off tomorrow in tidying their nest.
the four corners of the
room
in which i stand feels like
a tomb.
On a solitude plane
i weigh my existence.
Whilse just sitting and
looking in a distance.
I see myself wrongly
propergated.
In this life i call mine
which I barely dictate
i am pulled side by side
by chains of society.
I try to move free
but i can feel no ground
beneath me.
Like a fly caught in the
web of loniless the more i
struggle
the more the spider of
regrets draw closer.
In its eyes it gives me the
stare of dispair
my cries create echoes
which rather summons
my foes.
Like vultures to finish off
my remains.
My body aches from all of
these quakes.
Quakes emanating from a
heartbeat of a man in
pain.
Hurt feels so sweet.
Just waiting for the next
thorn to pierce through
my heart.
With teeth clenching
i feel it only in my bones.
I try to defy the odds.
The die is cast but it is
just even.
Office Worker At Sunrise
Early to bed early to rise, makes one healthy and wise....
Ready yourself, it is a new day with each sunrise....
Spring quickly out of bed, put some life into it....
Grab a quick bite, got to start the day right....
Grab your bag, hit the road and make it to office by 8....
Tarry not, dither not, there's a mountain of work to be done...
Grab a sandwich lunch, tea time indulge you cannot...
That's the spirit, finish off all the paperwork, the whole lot...
That's the right working acumen, no question about that....
What do you expect, think it will be a stroll in the park...
That's your boss in there, he calls all the shots...
What? You have an idea? You think it is worth a shot?...
Can it, bud!
We all have been there, tried that and done that already....
This company has been here long before you were even a baby...
Just toe the line, we work 8 to 5, just don't step out of line...
Everything will be just fine, you're just a worker here, remember your lines...
If l had to choose my last meal in prison
What would it be
I don’t even have to think about it
As I know exactly
A huge roast beef dinner
With meat tender as can be
With crisp roast spuds and veggies
All smothered in thick tasty gravy
With big Yorkshire pudding
And yummy cauliflower cheese
My last dinner would be perfect
Now for my last dessert to accompany
To finish off my last meal
A dessert so delicate and fine
A warm gooey chocolate pudding
A full belly to farewell my life of crime!