Best Get Moving Poems
Tick tock, tick tock, the sound of the clock
A constant reminder that time never stops
There must be something that can be done
To slow down the time, how quickly it runs
From seconds to minutes to hours then days
Calendars form an unsolvable maze
Tick tock tick tock, I'm taking stock
How much is wasted, how much is forgot
I must contribute before it's too late
Do something beneficial and not hesitate
So much can be done in so little time
But I must get moving, hands starting to climb
Tick tock tick tock, There's no roadblock
I can't slow the time by watching the clock
I twiddle my thumbs and constantly *****
Waiting for others to flip their switch
Then criticize them without lending a hand
Sleepwalking in daylight just shuffling the sand
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...
Why people why
About so many things I want to let fly,
Political correctness is like a stick in my eye.
Capitalism and greed over helping others, WHY ?
State sanctioned murder, yeah let the innocent fry.
Apathetic laziness, will lead to obesity,
Get moving people, it’s hard but it works trust me.
My lazy Son the millennial wants it all to come easy.
His education costs a fortune but it should be free.
I like Rap music but not the way it denigrates ladies.
The way it glorifies drugs makes me crazy like rabies
And the language is horrid, no ifs, buts or maybes.
But worst is violence towards kids or on babies.
04/05/2018
You were placed on the planet
to write rhymes
but to many times
people tried to fit you
in between their lines
Their prefect pairings
not caring or wanting to be fair or kind
They couldn’t possibly see you
They were bonafide blind
not understanding you
unable to peek into your multifaceted mind
You say “Darkness and Negativity”
But you are starting off in the right place
praying on your knees
No, not needing the societal disease
Who cares if it’s man you please
Only God has the answers
He holds all the keys
He gave us the birds and the bees
and lets us build our houses
out of his trees
Change is coming
I can feel it cold blowing
on the breeze
Maybe God will show us
what He sees
I know sometimes
That mirror feels cracked and broken
The image you see is frozen
Words stuck on the other side of the glass
your reflection has never spoken
When you stare into those eyes
You wonder
What things will be discovered
as your spirit is awoken
Get on the love yourself train
God’s blessed you with a token
Don’t worry, I think all of us
feel incomplete
doing the life sad shuffle
just off a bit by a half beat
yet we get off our asses and repeat
Nothing ever got done
spending to much time in a seat
Get moving guy
bring out those happy feet
You’ve got things to do
and people to meet
Put words down on paper
Take all those thoughts
the good, bad, bold and beautiful
flow-fully fill up that stark white sheet
Like yours “my reality”
is imbedded within my insanity
sometimes I’m the victim
of my own voracious vanity
I think I need to go it alone
While needing something
to fill up this heart cavity
Sometimes I feel like floating far far away
yet I can’t escape emotional gravity
My loneliness is my own preferred prison
I am my own worst enemy
Is this a strange self fulfilling prophecy
Do I need to be separate from society
If so why do I want people to look and see
To read the essence that resides in me
It’s only when I write that I totally feel free
I guess in the end I’m who I am born to be!
Inspired by Christen Foster’s “My Reality” piece.
Join me in welcoming a new poet to our family.
CHALLENGES
By Edmund Siejka
He faced a challenge
That forced him to use all his abilities
But doubt clouded his judgement
Caution gave way to uncertainty.
Needing help
He recalled these words:
1. Believe in yourself
Never bend your head
Hold it high
And look the world straight in the eye.
2. Smell the coffee.
3. Stand on your own two legs.
4. Life is in front of you.
5. Seize the day.
6. Get up and get moving.
7. Work smarter, not harder.
8. Save for a rainy day.
9. The tough get going when the going gets tough.
10. K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Stupid.
11. Put a glide in your stride and a pep in your step.
12. Let’s get moving, we’re burning daylight.
13. Don’t deter from the main effort.
14. Every strike brings you closer to the next home run.
15. It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.
16. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is.
17. A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.
18. Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, ‘I’m possible.’
19. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
20. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
21. The mind is everything. What you think you become.
22. The road to success is always under construction.
23. Becoming is better than being.
24. Nothing is interesting if you’re not interested.
25. Look at a half empty glass as half full.
26. Ambition can’t wait.
27. Age is of no importance unless you’re a cheese.
And last, but not least:
28. Wake the hell up.
Treasure Chest of Memories
Cleaning out my closet a chore this is sure to be. A day at best to dig through this stuff packed and stacked to the ceiling. Now, where to start and what to keep! Might as well start here at the top and get moving.
What on earth was I thinking to bring this home, out it goes? This looks like a keeper; it goes over here. This is cute I think I’ll keep it too. When did I get this; I don’t even remember it must not be too important, it can go too.
Now for my treasure chest filled with special things. A breathless moment as I open the lid and spot things; treasures from my past. Oh so many beautiful memories packed in here and tucked safely away in my heart as well. Time slows down as I savor each moment in time each of these treasures brings back to me.
I can’t believe this, it’s still so beautiful. Oh my God just look at this; it was my baby girls! I will always have her in my heart and treasure chest too. This is perfect, I remember this too! I had hoped this day would never end. This was the most special thing ever given to me; I remember crying in secret with pure joy.
This cut through my heart and left such a scar, I knew life would never be the same! I can’t believe at times I survived my very own life. Tears now stinging, no falling down my face; partly joy, partly sadness! This treasure chest holds so many memories; none of which I can part with.
I know these will always be with me buried inside my heart and tucked inside this chest. My mind will always remember each one of these, some sad, some happy but all are mine to remember!
Debbie Knapp.
I have never climbed a mountain
or have I wanted to climb one,
to be perfectly honest.
I have watched others climb
I watched ten men climb a mountain
named K2,
strange name it seemed to me -K2.
One of these climbers died,
It was on TV –Discovery Channel.
I sit in my recliner with my remote control,
eating chips and drinking a Diet Coke
and watching this man die.
They had a phone! They called his wife
in Oregon, she begged him to get up
get moving and come back to her.
She cried, he cried, then he told her
he loved her but he could not go on.
So he lay there, out of air and died,
his dream was to climb this mountain.
His body is still there frozen, frozen as I
as I watched him die -on TV.
I turned off my TV -It is still off,
I go for walks in the park and watch birds.
I think about this mountaineer,
him laying a few feet from his dream
on the summit of K2,
how his passion complete consumed him.
how he died -how he lived and
I think this mountaineer
was a very, very lucky man.
Today is a nice warm day
not too much wind,
I hear a Lark -on wing.
What makes us sluggish, unable to get moving
It's something to do with low pressure
Known to cause problems in migraine sufferers
Unavoidable, can't change the weather
Happily I can say I'm not one of those sufferers
But I sure can sympathize, my friends
Other than a few minor muscle aches and pains
With this ailment I don't have to contend
Throughout my life I've been free of major ailments
My ten fingers and ten toes are all crossed
Whatever's ahead I'll have a hard time accepting
Must be brave and strong at all costs
It's never been a topic we like to discuss
When we're young and our life's on a roll
But lately the subject's been foremost on my mind
Guess my age is finally taking it's toll
As the old saying goes, “what will be will be”
The time frame is not usually up to us
Unless we determine we can't take it any more
And decide we've had quite enough
I don't recommend taking the cowards way out
Hang in there and see the thing through
Perhaps Nicole Kidman wants to feel your body
And show you her hidden tattoo!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I can feel spring is in the air today.
I hear my garden remonstrating me.
Please come out here and clear these leaves away.
Bulbs are beginning to bud, come and see.
Rose bushes need pruned, the trestle is falling.
"Wake up! Get moving!" the garden's calling.
You must start moving
Get down off this hill
Maybe you should start proving
You are not intellectually ill.
This is no place to stay
It’s spooky at midnight
You must find a way
To get us out of this night.
The Zombies are gathering
The Ghouls begin to drool.
The Ghosts’ slime is lathering
The Serpents have taken the pool.
It’s time to leave
And in a hurry
Get moving Steve
Or you’ll be Monster curry.
I could not tell what it was
From a distance, it looked to be some sort of bug
As it inched towards me
It magnified in size
Thinking I was high,
I went to rub my eyes
And it got bigger than a ship
This was unusual and quite terrifying
I knew I had to get moving
This would start the wild chase
Between myself and this extraterrestrial being-
Or perhaps he is of the supernatural spirits
I think I figured it out
This was the voice in my head-
The one that started out innocently;
As my imaginary friend
Who watched me transcend into the man that I am
I have drowned in a neurotic ocean of fear and anxiety
And let me guess, you have arrived to make things worse, haven't you?
You are only here to stomp on me when I am down
You know I am vulnerable,
But tonight I am running
I do not know who you are
Maybe, you are here to physically guide me
As you did not do enough from inside of me
Regardless, I am making an escape
And never coming back
I do not need you
To keep me on track
Or to watch over me in class
Those days are over
And your presence should be no more
What day is today?
I've lost my sense and
Taste of direction
But life goes on and
Yeah, life moves on while
I'm here standing still.
Where the hell are my shoes?
I've got to get moving,
I've got to find someone,
Somewhere, somehow that can
Point me to the next road.
I can make it that far.
But life goes on and
Yeah, life moves on while
I'm here standing still.
While life keeps changing
This is where I'll be,
I'm here standing still.
Dear: I Haven't Met You Yet,
I hope that you're on your way,
Or should I go and find you?
I hope you haven't changed
While I've been a little caught up
And if I don't see you soon
Well life goes on and
Yeah, life moves on while
I'm here standing still.
While life keeps changing
This is where I'll be,
I'm here standing still.
Is it becoming apparent yet
That mankind wants to fly off earth in a jet
They are filled with so much pain and sorrow
For they direct there own path today and tomorrow
There are so many filled with so much hate
And this will be stopped at the gate
Unless they repent before its to late
So many walk in blindness and stumble
Watch out there's another one in a tumble
Oh will that one ever learn
For they keep breaking line not waiting there turn
They claim to love God and seek His way
If God is in all these I shall stay inside and pray
Are maybe take a hike up a mountain
For I will drink only from His fountain
For so many only love those of there race
This is not the love of God are His grace
If one sees things are improving
One should pack up and get moving
If you are for the things of this earth
Then my friend you are in need of rebirth
Not from the mom which you where in her womb
But from the one that could not be held in a tomb
That gate we look to enter so far away
We first need God in our temple to stay
Oh come back do not follow the others and stray
Ye harbour the things of flesh behind your wall
Only God can break these to fall
To seek God you will need to abandon man
That seek to cause hate and division with there fan
Through the glory of God I saw this and ran
Well mankind if you fly off in a jet
This will not stop the things yet
For you will still face death
I pray God fills you with His breath
CELEBRATING THE LIGHT
Ten minutes and still it won’t change
Late for her birthday party again,
Just like last year
She celebrates forty two years young tomorrow
The 24th of December
Here I have driven halfway across the state
And am again stopped by the same red light in town
Made good time between Albany and Erie
Then down to a crawl at the tracks
And dead stop at this light
My God, the sun’ll be up soon if we don’t get moving
Grey dawn sky parts to reveal even more clouds higher up in the sky
She’ll think I’ve forgotten
Ok - at last the red flashes to green and hey, up comes the sun too!
I remember she’d always say her birthday marked the end of the darkest day
She always joked she was born with the return of the light
Now slip into cruise control and we’ll be there in fifteen minutes
She’ll think her old man’s losing it for sure
But still . . . . . I can’t wait to see my youngest daughter again
She was always the light of my life
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Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest Celebrate the Light
THE DAY IS NOT THE SUN RISE,
It’s not the dawn, . . . peeping,
into the bedroom . . . into the kitchen,
into the bathroom . . . the hallways,
telling us,
get up/get moving/get going!
IT’S NOT THE NOON DAY SUN,
Beating down on us,
Hot, Sticky, Bright, Comforting
, . . . Sometimes.
IT IS NOT THE SUNSET, SHINING BRILLIANTLY
Into our eyes as we drive,
Bringing down the day curtain,
Punctuating the end of our day
IT IS NOT THE LINGERING EVENING LIGHT,
Those traces of skylight,
The streaks of color atop the trees,
The painted pictures in the sky.
. . . NO . . .
it’s from mid night
. . . to midnight.
Day is longer
alone amongst a crowded room,
my eyes do lock, what is that tune?
and all is gone, my sweet fortune,
my loving Empress of the moon,
her smile is just for me,
a phase of insanity,
get moving feet, and soon!
collision -inter-planetry:}
...Don
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