Best Get On Poems
Get on my cloud; it's soft and fluffy too
Lie down with me and let your heart just dream
Delightful treats I have in store for you
My sweets are lathered up in richest cream
Come float beyond the Earth and let us play
Our game of love as stars just blush and stare
Let's have some fun and ride the Milky Way
that spills its sweetness on our bodies bare
My cloud is soft and so is where you lie
your head is cushioned on my silky breast
In warmth of woolly white you hear me sigh
and now that love is done we sleep and rest
Get on my cloud and take a trip with me
I'm sure you'll name my cloud "Sweet Ecstasy"
Eileen
Inspired by Skat's Get Off My Cloud Contest
A different take
Cloud #9- One of my favorite songs by Brian Adams
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_cloud_number_9_inspired_by_bryan_adams_459426
Original version:
Phone for the fish knives, Norman
As cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.
Are the requisites all in the toilet?
The frills round the cutlets can wait
Till the girl has replenished the cruets
And switched on the logs in the grate.
It's ever so close in the lounge dear,
But the vestibule's comfy for tea
And Howard is riding on horseback
So do come and take some with me.
Now here is a fork for your pastries
And do use the couch for your feet;
I know that I wanted to ask you-
Is trifle sufficient for sweet?
Milk and then just as it comes dear?
I'm afraid the preserve's full of stones;
Beg pardon, I'm soiling the doileys
With afternoon tea-cakes and scones.
~
My version:
Do phone for a pizza Norman,
since Olga is having a strop.
Then say that I want it delivered,
you’re not going down to the shop.
We’ll have to get Desmond to call in,
the sauna’s beginning to leak.
My microwave’s out of commission;
the hoover’s beginning to squeak.
I must send a text to Jemima.
We may get an email from Max
and when you’ve stopped surfing on Google,
do put some more bumph in the fax.
Now give me some thoughts for our party,
the one at the end of the week.
It’s got to be terribly ethnic,
all ouzo and feta and Greek.
I want to have proper moussaka,
souvlaki that’s straight from the grill,
oregano and fresh coriander,
all drizzled about with some dill.
Oh Norman! For God’s sake kick Olga,
she’s getting me rather un-nerved.
And tell her to open the pizza,
I do want it daintily served.
~
Taken from 'How to Get On in Society@ by John Betjeman for the Copy Cat Contest.
Get on with it
Don't just sit there & cry
Get on with it
There's no reason to let your heart die
Thinking that maybe there's been a change
Thinking that maybe you could step out of the rain
Confusion surrounds all of your thoughts
While wondering if you should slip into all you have fought
Somewhere deep inside your heart wants to sing
You want to set it free and let it fly on mended wings
But all you can think of is the pain of before
How can it fly with wings clipped to short to soar
Maybe while you're standing there just soaking in the rain
The drops that are falling are simply leaving a stain
The longer that you soak the deeper it will be
You need to step out of the rain if you're ever going to see
That you'll never know if those wings can mend
I f you'll never allow your sadness to end
Get on with it
Don't just sit there and cry
Get on with it
There's no reason to let your heart die.
I try to get on one
you try all day crooked
I know the way
you try all day justify
I try to be on in three
witch frustrates the next three
so I decide to take my momentous
that gives me grief
the ride
about the last two holes
I
have
a hunch
that the YMCA
dance is a lot harder
to do in certain languages
Lets Get On Our Knees
Jesus knows there is something that is wrong,
As Jesus is wanting you to stay here with Him.
Jesus knows you have somewhere else to go,
Why don't you make yourself at home and stay with Jesus?
And you won't ever want to leave.
Lets get on our knees, To pray, and rest you in Jesus' arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lets get on our knees,To pray ,There;s no need to leave so soon.
Jesus has been trying all your life long just to talk to you.
As your life is not nearly on the rise
As we still have the moon and stars above.
Within the beautiful velvet sky,
Love of your Brothers and Sisters is all that matters.
A long with the love and faith of Jesus.
Lets get on our keens, to pray, and rest you in Jesus' arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lets get on our knees, To pray, for our Brothers and Sisters.
Jesus has been trying all their life just to talk to them
Dr. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2015.
To get on God's good side, we must pray again and again.
We must pray and ask Jehovah to wash away our sins.
We must treat everybody like a sister or a brother.
We must show Jehovah that we love one another.
Heaven is the reward for all of the good people who have died.
We must obey the ten commandments to get on the Lord's good side.
Get on your feet
And make things happen
Talking alone will get you nowhere
You have to take some action
Work on your craft
And put your best foot forward
You only have one life to live
Just keep your chin upward
Whoever knew
That New Year was the clue
To make life better for me and you
Then try to work it out for all mankind too
So, I really do hope we all follow the cue
That's you and me and them and you
As it's our time now for sorting the poo
And if that doesn't happen we all lose
So I will have to bite my own tongue
As my work may already be done..
But I haven't started yet!
So lets all get on with it..
DAMOx
First counseling class.
Get on a feeling level they said.
Are you kidding me?
some signal assigned you has not arrived
all doors locked with house's gatekeeper gone
removed remote heart not in to survive
with losses a plenty there's no will has won
lost love hangs ever present clinging past
across forward path and no way around
with futures foreclosed chance saying at last
blame guilt any excuse will bring you down
falls daily no regard light or season
think say write anything always silent
might as well yell for there is no reason
to ponder a bit or post a comment
present you are to all who pass your by
say what you must then get on with your die
**** do i die this no lie
here's why you must try
make a stand
have a plan
get put of bed to get ahead
GET ON THE BAND
if the music inside
let is slide
can't move to the grove
you like to hoof
GET ON THE FUNKIE
FOOT
stop this pain
get on the love train
stop this insane
only way we can gain
and move up in time
leave hate behind
GET ON THE
LOVE LINE
stop being bad
looking sad
like you been had
look up
don't bit the dust
fine the right hook
GET ON THE RIGHT FOOT