Best Give It A Rest Poems
YES DEAR!
I have here an old solution
For conflict resolution
Not to mention domestic pollution
I say 'Yes Dear!'
When the situation is tense
With a subject like pounds and pence
To avoid sitting on the fence
I say 'Yes Dear!'
Though I sometimes feel sure I'm right
And would argue my point all night
That would really seal my plight
I confess Dear!
So winning my point I'll eschew
Won't debate 'til my face turns blue
I'll admit what you say is true
- More or less Dear
Famous men throughout world history
Would avoid conjugal misery
If they'd just given in to Her plea
And said 'Yes Dear!'
Julius Caesar would have stayed serene
In the senate missed a nasty scene
When his wife said 'your chariot needs a clean'
He'd said 'Yes Dear!'
Harold might have continued as king
Sent William home without a thing
But he paused when his wife gave a ring
Said: 'I'm a bit pressed Dear!
MacBeth would avoid so much strife
And live out a peaceful life
If he'd put off his ambitious wife
With:'Give it a rest Dear!'
Prince Albert a faithful consort
Gave Victoria his total support
And nine children - a major export
Said 'Jawohl I do mein best Dear!'
Louis 16th got everything wrong
Made his exit quite short, not so long
Told his wife in a touching swan song
'Must get it off my chest Dear!'
The Iron Duke was in no mood for dallies
'Let's give those French a pain in their bellies'
But when his wife said:'You'd better wear your wellies'
Said: ‘By God! Yes Dear'
For myself, to fight would be absurd
I think conflict is just for the birds
And I know I'll always get the last words
Those being 'Yes Dear!'
3 March 2019
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Look, anyone can stick two words together and rhyme,
But you gotta have rhythm and you gotta have time,
And you gotta have the guts to put it all on the line,
And stand up to whole world though it might make you blind
You gotta bleed out your heart, you gotta pour out your soul,
You gotta speak with every single syllable that you know,
And there’s moments you’ll think that you’re apart from the rest,
Still trying and dying, giving it all of your best,
Until you’re out-hustled, out-muscled, and you’re up to your neck,
Until you’re thinking you should stop and maybe give it a rest,
But don’t give up yet, no this is only a test
To dig deep inside and until you out-rhyme the best
You gotta write ‘til you’re sick, you gotta write like He wills it,
Gotta take all of your anger to paper and spill it,
You gotta gather your emotion like and ocean and let it go,
There’s no stopping your hustle and there’s no stopping your flow
So get out there and show all of the people that dissed you,
And remind them of the time that they’re all gonna miss you,
When you’re up flying high and looking down to see
All the haters wishing that they were you but can’t be
So you gotta keep on going, holding onto this thing,
And don’t you dare let go no matter how hard it seems,
Just set it up in your mind and you can do anything,
Because it's all in your heart, boy, now just follow your dream.
The mischievous Sandman runs a con game each night
After all the youngsters are safely tucked away
He dances into my room like an elfin sprite
He seizes my hand, tries to lure me outside to play
Then he’s bored on my shoulder at the computer
Threatens to throw pixie dust into sleepy eyes
Quells my muse like a discourteous intruder
I’ve attempted to handle him with a compromise
Just let my muse roam free for a couple of hours
For at this time of night, fantasies flow smoothly
But he feels the need to boast of superpowers
And when I ask for time, he glares gloomily
It’s three in the morning and I should be asleep
This nightly visitor has grown to be a pest
Distaste continues to grow for this pesky creep
And the sandman scowls when I say, “Give it a rest!”
*Entry for Deb’s Fantasy Land Contest
April 29, 2011
There are behaviors that I detest
From people who preach that their work's the best
Lines of gobbledygook
Reads like a boring book
Time to give their arrogant pen a rest
narcissists with huge egos slither and slink ~ hmmm, what would Rumi think
a sly smile on their lips, thinking it's a disguise ~ not from many eyes
having an overly aggressive attitude ~ it's just plain a-rse rude
they are like lemons with sour zest ~ for goodness sake, please give it a rest
It is good to be a fool once in a while,
What an extraordinary feeling to be a fool!
To know nothing,
To know everything,
Yet not convincing your heart—The most brilliant buffoon,
Letting your heart float like a boat
Without an anchor
In the middle of a lake illuminated by the half moon that looks like a piece fallen from something ethereal,
Vision yourself in that boat, dear reader,
Doing nothing but just letting that moon’s love
Lurk on your lips
While you yearn earnestly
With your eyes closed like the petals of a timid lotus,
I encourage you to be a fool with me.
The river of reverie might reduce the roughness of abrasive reality of existence,
The vastness,
The long blank whiteness of life—
The 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s
Of age are indeed agitating,
Colorless at times,
There are rainbows too,
But mostly it's white, serene and quite like a pearl or a marble.
Some people ensnare their hearts,
They think heart is some petty prisoner,
But when the boon of life comes to an end
The truth hits them in the chest
And the chains ensnaring the heart
Come gushing down with a roar like a waterfall,
Sudden and loud.
Chained hearts often become hoarse hazards,
Chained and always chasing,
But chasing what
You never know.
Heart is a bird,
A brave one
Like all birds,
But let me remind you something, dear reader,
Do you ever notice the birds looking at the sky and singing soft melodies,
The melodies they don't sing when they are soaring high in the sky?
Birds need a bower too to rest and rejuvenate,
They don't have to adorn an armour on their chiselled chest all the time,
It's just not natural,
It doesn't seem right,
So take my hand and come be a fool with me
Or just be a bird and fly freely.
Your soul is nesting your heart,
Let down the gloomy guard,
Nurture the nest
And give it a rest.
Life is full of twist and turns they start from the day we are born. When we are born
there is a lot we don’t know. But the older we get the more are knowledge grows. Life
is full of twist and turns so many I don’t know what to do but let’s hope we learn from
our mistakes. Life is full of twist and turns we never know what tomorrow will bring. Life
is full of twist and turns I can’t answer all the whys in life but if we worry about that it
might bring are demise. Life is full of twist and turns you cut your wrist because at life
you got pissed it can really put you to the test. So let’s give it a rest instead of
spending all of our life competing with the rest. Life is full of twist and turns some will
never understand what their purpose is here in this world. Life is full of twist and turns
happy you may seem but deep down inside you want to scream. Life is full of twist and
turns you go to sleep and have a dream then wake up and see nothing. Life is full of
twist and turns you go to lunch and want chicken but are served stake. Life is full of
twist and turns you get ready for a date and they don’t show. You call them up to ask
them why but it hurts so bad you just want to cry. Life is full of twist and turns I hope
by now that you have learned if not you will get burned because life is full of many twist
and turns and unexpected things.
There’s a Virus
There’s a virus! Let’s go mental quick
Lock up your valuables they might get sick
There’s a virus! The media’s gone crazy
You'll lose your hair and you'll become lazy
There’s a virus! Let’s all run for the hills
Grab your coffins because they say it kills!
There’s a virus! Abandon the schools!
That’s brilliant the government likes fools!
There’s a virus! Please give it a rest!
It kills the elderly if they don’t wear a vest!
There’s a virus! It’s just like last year
But the media love it because you're filled with fear!
There’s a virus! All right! crawling on all fours!
I’ll live like a hermit and won't go outdoors
There’s a virus! Well I’m ready to go!
I don't believe this over hyped, media show!
There’s a virus! But it’s now on page ten
There's something new and it all starts again!
David Cox 10/03/20
(07/21/11)
They asked: who do we turn to
When the politicians no longer care?
And the word change is flying in the air.
Every country, every island, every nation
Is feeling this devastation.
Only 10% of the world-are well to do
But they’ve forgotten about me and you.
90% of the world population
Are the only ones who care
But the other 10% their power and wealth
They do not want to share.
No one wants their countries torn apart
They love it - soul and heart.
They are tired of being the victims
In this unjust world, and it affects
Every person- down to our boys and girls.
We know the politicians can not
help every one in distress
But stop lining your pockets
Give it a rest.
All the public wants is a fair share
Give them that - show them you care.
If the public was to stop buying
For a day or a week
The ripple affect would reach its peak.
Unfortunately this will affect the small people
Who are trying to earn a living.
They know this, and that’s the reason
They’re not giving.
What is the solution to this world crisis
I can not say- but billions of minds
working together - they can find a way.
For the love of God Evie,
Please give it a rest,
After last night you should know,
That I love you the best.
That Lilith thing I had,
Was ages ago
And no apples got eaten,
As I'm sure you must know.
Because you bit it first,
Then you gave me a bite,
And Then I jumped your bones,
For the rest of the night.
That evil old Snake,
Guess he wasn't so bad,
Though it's his fault we did it,
I feel kinda glad.
'Cause here in the garden,
It's really been swell,
But to be loved by you,
Was worth risking Hell.
So quit weeping old girl,
For your virginity's loss,
We both gotta Figure,
What we'll tell the Boss.
Now another day's dawning,
Please Honey don't cry,
Let me lay here and admire,
The curve of your thigh.
What's been done is done,
Our Sin can't be reversed,
Our prayers and apologies,
All sound rehearsed.
But if we're to be punished,
By our Master above,
I'll face it enraptured,
To have tasted your love.
There you are you sweetie pie.
You are the apple of my eye.
Such insight you have, you know the score,
'Cause you've been there and done that, whatever before.
You are so smart, much more so than most,
And you'll let us all know it but you never boast.
You're a master of every conversation,
Economy, Religion, Education,
Politics your area of expertise,
You regale us for hours and hours with ease.
No one need offer to give a conjecture,
No matter the topic, you are the director.
You'll push your opinion down everyone's throat.
Sometimes I wish you had a remote,
So I could at least turn you off now and then,
To disagree with you you think is a sin.
Sweetie you need to relax, take a breath.
Chill out for a moment and give it a rest.
Folks are more wont to listen to you,
When you don't give a lecture, let them speak too.
You aren't the only one with thoughts in your head,
And others have things that need to be said.
Light conversation is good and should be,
And we don't want to fight if we just disagree.
So say what you want and just let it be.
Don't rant, rave and preach, drive me out of my tree.
You have your opinions and I have mine,
And to disallow my opinions is most unkind.
There are few things so inspirational
As my morning caffeine and constitutional
Pushing chlorinated water or pavement behind
Puts a golden charge straight into my mind
That talk to text feature is my salvation
To throw down verse while in motion
Write it down, oh yes I’d better
Before it gets eaten by the Forgetter
Yet every day, to my frustration
Responsibilities loom, to block expression
See, it turns out my family likes to live indoors
And not eat crumbs of old food off the floor
So it’s a race through the shower, off to work
Without a moment to hesitate or shirk
Work in temporary order, brief reprieve
Put more verse on paper before it leaves
If only the pager would give it a rest
I’d have the time to throw down my best
But I won’t be retiring for a decade or three
So this is how inspiration works for me
3/25/16
Sauntered into the chat-room site
looking for conversational delight;
But what I found, depressingly,
was no one much interested in me;
first room in, what happened there?
It quickly emptied into silent air;
second one was not much different,
it turned into time not well spent;
several tries and none was better,
made me wonder, then to fretter;
decided to give it a rest for while,
next time won’t post my pic profile.
Politics season
Sans rhyme and reason
Never-ending blitz
Constant News Network
Won’t give it a rest
Traffic today
Bumper stickers’
Noted absence
Relief, not grief
Excitement
Is absent
Root against
Trump chump
Hill pill
Lose.
3/22/16
You’re like a long playing record
You go on and on and on
Why don’t you give it a rest
You’re playing the same old song
Let me tell you something
I know you’re never change
You're like a long playing record
Your put me an early grave
Do I have to listen to this
Every single day
You sure know how to give it out
But won’t take it back, no way
So I’ll, just sit here and listen
Silence is now my vow
Why don’t you give a rest
You're scratching the record now
Please don’t tell me to shut up
I can’t take this any more
Why don’t you give it a rest
Else, I’m heading for that door
You say that I don’t listen
But you just irritate
Why don’t you give it a rest
Else the records' gonna break
How’ I need a blimmin break
Yes’ I need a blimmin break
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13th April 2015
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