Best Go Out On A Limb Poems
FOUNDATION
“...we achieve true wholeness
by embracing our fragility...”
Jalaja Bonheim
FOUNDATION
i had
no script
no actors
no stage
instead let me direct this life
my life
stage the words
add a subtle dramatic tone
with fragility
once the foundation is built
i'll work on emotional recall
work in the layers
does it sing
does it dance
does it make you think
does it make you feel
you can design the most beautiful building in the world
but with no structure it will not stand
for this one i start with the word
"I"
yup that’s a keeper
next go out on a limb
"Love"
it can't be all about me
so i finish
with "You"
yes you
‘what happens when you open your heart?,
your inner strength becomes an outer foundation.’
“...we achieve true wholeness
by embracing our fragility...”
Jalaja Bonheim
i had
no script
no actors
no stage
instead let me direct this life
my life
stage the words
add a subtle dramatic tone
with fragility
once the foundation is built
i'll work on emotional recall
work in the layers
does it sing
does it dance
does it make you think
does it make you feel
you can design the most beautiful building in the world
but with no structure it will not stand
for this one i start with the word
"I"
yup that’s a keeper
next go out on a limb
"Love"
it can't be all about me
so i finish
with "You"
yes you
‘what happens when you open your heart?,
your inner strength becomes an outer foundation.’
Lift me up
As I rise on shaky knees
Give me strength
To rise from this bottom of rocks
Willed in my determination
To climb back to this mountain top
Call me a Climber, ambitious
An Expeditionist
A Pilgrim on uncharted land
A Soldier on these battled bends
An Activist when I take a stand
Peaceful, but with determination
A Bird, I’ll go out on a limb
Holding tight against the wind
A Leader, I won’t hop the wagon with the crowd
Not back then, and still not now
A Dream of many faces, of many phases
Something courageous
Even in valleys we rise like nothing can break us
Even through opposition we rise together in greatness
Even when we stumble in our focused cause
We still hurdle boundaries and break down walls
In millions, we still pause
When a handful die by some madman's cause
There’s still something decent within us all
When we answer the cry of our fallen brother
Rebuild, pray, and aid in their recover
Because we are not one without the other
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.
All I need is inspiration,
To write poetry every morning
As the sun is dawning.
All is I need is dedication,
To write poetry every evening,
And even when I’m sleeping.
All I need is my heart beating,
To write poetry with a passion,
In any style or fashion,
I write a poem on just a whim,
And go out on a limb,
I the beholder see beauty in everything.
I can write alliteration,
And careful of misinformation,
I write love poems with flirtation,
With careful deliberation,
Striving towards fair direction,
Love our poetic generation.
My muse eager to co-operate,
As we generate and contemplate,
And meaningfully corroborate.
Should I not be happy with my poem,
With its title, content, or a name,
I move to a process of elimination,
Poetry my passion and intoxication.
Bigger than bodacious,
higher TCH than contagious-
I poke at the smoke and make a cause to estrange this,
…toodle-to-do in my space ship!
I love how much I can remake this,
and bank the right to go out on a limb,
spill on the film,
make the gas on the ground increase its bliss,
run through the breeze and accept your diss,
though it is time to resist-
and look back at your breast...
Ask mother to draw me up a sign-
because like it or not you are on my line,
and my best friends,
and my bosses,
your eye’s doing crosses,
your cops pulling over bloggers!
Wait,
stop!
I said stop on a dime!
Pick one up and help pay for the blind!
We adore dances as long as they make man-shifts,
make shift-
endanger wigs,
throw out chicken strips,
and hopeless trips!
Play out banquettes, with not enough men to spank it!
Even though they're all over it,
callin' all out smurf!
And say **** anybody with my tip!
It's high in the mountain range-
and it see's you as strange!
Blame blame blame!
And then do it all again!
Go to the gym later and explain!
Ask why do young men have names?...
I haven't given them my change,
I am still alive,
I deserve to be played!
I am in turn to say hey, go away,
you little brother,
stayin' for a long time and then bein' like...mine!
Once upon a time there lived a very small caterpillar. She was quite shy, meek, and timid of small crowds. She would even go out of her way to avoid confrontation with the other insects until one very important day. One day she saw danger coming to her caterpillar environment and so she had to go out on a limb in order to get the attention of all the other insects. She had to make her presence known and forget all about her shyness. She even had to dress a little bit differently and carry a different tune in her heart. She had to help the rest of the caterpillars see that there was true danger on the horizon. She needed to show them what the future would bring.
A certain amount of time had passed and small tragedies began to happen in her neck of the woods. The branches of her tree began to shake and the apples all began falling from the trees. She tried to warn everyone up until this point in time, but no one would pay attention to her. Now her popularity grew and half the insect population came to hang out on her branch of the tree. She could not rest day or night. She was barraged with requests to speak to the other insects.
Soon enough the weather changed and the leaves began to fall. It was now autumn time and a mighty gust of wind came and took them all up. Up, up, and away to a mightier tree than they were perched on before. It was the mightiest oak tree of all. It made the tree they were previously perched on look like a small sapling. Once they arrived atop the new tree their entire existence began to change. They were now safe. They had solid shelter. They also had a view like none other.
What is the moral of this story you might ask? The moral of this story is that it takes a small meek caterpillar to accomplish great things! It also takes a brave caterpillar to go out on a limb to ensure the safety of the rest of the community. And thirdly, if you want to do something mighty for your community you must imagine yourself carrying out the task even before the opportunity presents itself.
Jeremiah 17:7 But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him.
Regret is...
Not mending a broken relationship with a loved one
Regret is...
Not taking a risk in life to go out on a limb
And try something life-changing
Regret is...
Not asking that cute guy out that comes in the
restaurant everyday and sits at your table
Regret is...
Giving up a child for adoption
Deep inside knowing you couldn't take care of him,
But in reality you could have
Regret is...
Not publishing a book before Idie
Why that no good little birch
I think I alder leaf her
My aspens in the dirt
Don’t you know I’m not that poplar
I damn near choked on a little oak
And though I tried I am not maple
Now the branches are all broke
and the limbs are so unstable
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t tell just when the root will rot
You know I think its elm diseased
And I can do with out the knots
Well now it’s really got me stumped
Just when I should have sawed right through it
And it’s too late to pack my trunk
Or perhaps I just out grew it
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Some trees grow up in a grove
Others make a stand alone
But there ain’t no peach with out a pit
And there ain’t no pine with out a cone
I’m sure the heart wood ain’t no good
So I won’t go out on a limb
But when a tree is being felled
I wish that someone would cry timber
I just don’t think that I’ll ever see
A poem lovely as a tree
So I won’t Beech and I won’t Pine
I’ll just remind you one more time
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
If you were sap then you’d run too
As I look down from here
I feel like I am falling
That is when I realize
It’s you my friend calling
I go out on a limb
To gather my harvest
I must make it through
Winter is the hardest
I have to climb up higher
To reach the best crop
But you my old friend
Always cause me to stop
I know you’re always with me
So I'm begging for your help
But I am still afraid
I’m just talking to myself
It’s starting to get colder
This summer was no fun
I have to get more food
Before this season's done
I’ll ask you once again
And face you with courage
Please leave me alone
While I put food in storage
I can hear you laughing
You think I’m just squirrely
I go through this each year
This fear makes my head swirly
I’ll go out a little more
I won’t look down, I'm fine
My friend you can’t go with me
I’m running out of time
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
*inspired by Matt's Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever contest
When I was very young
I heard a story of a princess
She was someone
That enjoyed pain of others
She was beautiful and powerful
She had many knights
Whishing her hand in marriage
But she did not care for any of them
Her expression was cold as stone
And her heart did not have a drop of love
In addition she enjoyed hurting people
Animals and games of bloody spectacles
She decided that only man she would marry
Would be the one who won a tournament
Tournament in which knights would fight
As the tournament began
She calmly watched as knights
Tore each other to pieces
All for her amusement
Yet still
She had neither pity nor love
For any of them
One of the warriors came from the east
He was very handsome
He fought very bravely
Like a lion
But his expression was such
That even knights defeated by him held no grudge
The princess was amazed by his performance
And she actually started to care for him
When he won the tournament
She went down the tower with biting heart
And her cold expression was gone
She was ready to give him her hand in marriage
But to her surprise
He did not want her
Because he knew what kind of person
She was
This is how the story ends
Knight returned home with his honor
And princes who was antagonist
In this story was left with noting
However in real life things go little different
For example
Most likely winner of the tournament
Would take the princesses hand in marriage
Because she was very rich
And if he didn’t
She would have had him killed
In real life when someone goes out on a limb
They usually end up one who is hurt
Makers of Concord supersonic plane for example
Were unable to use their jet
Because of technical problems
As well as financial
And they were the lucky ones
Still I admire the knight
Although speaking from my own experience
It is very difficult to go out on a limb
And I don’t have a lion like will and courage
But to those who would try to punish me
I will be like a scorpion
Small and seemingly week
But that will sting like hot knife if someone tries to step on it
Watching you, watching me
this nightly ritual I shall uphold,
wondering where can autumn be
waiting for a hint of harvest gold
This nightly ritual I shall uphold
been sitting on the window sill,
waiting for a hint of harvest gold
just hoping for that familiar chill
Been sitting on the window sill
wanting to go out on a limb,
just hoping for that familiar chill
and to gaze at you on a wimb
Wanting to go out on a limb
lured me in like a can of tuna,
and to gaze at you on a wimb
under the pale light of Luna
Lured me in like a can of tuna
aligned amid each changing leaf,
under the pale light of Luna
an eclipse of sorts, all too brief
Aligned amid each changing leaf
staring down into my yellow eyes,
an eclipse of sorts, all too brief
but I love the way you mesmerize
Staring down into my yellow eyes
how easily your light bewitched,
but I love the way you mesmerize
when suddenly my senses twitched
How easily your light bewitched
to and fro a slender tail danced,
when suddenly my senses twitched
my curious nature so entranced
To and fro a slender tail danced
as pure joy awakened and grinned,
my curious nature so entranced
two spirits arose in the autumn wind
As pure joy awakened and grinned
simply to engage with this feline,
two spirits arose in the autumn wind
while distant gazes did intertwine
Simply to engage with this feline
wondering where can autumn be,
while distant gazes did intertwine
watching you, watching me.
(9/13/2019)
In due time, I still believe your heart will be mine. But it is hard to keep trying, When each approach fails, and I feel like dying. Yet I cannot give up, for giving up means to die, and I am far yet, from such cry.
But I know my words are senseless and dim, and I go out on a limb, when trying to make you see that you are the only love for me. I know the hardships, faced loving you, but right now it is all I want to do.
In a thousand lifetimes, I will still find you, and I hope to prove true. You are scared to get burnt, and left in ruin, but I swore on my life that wouldn't happen soon. For why, break what once was broken?
Why say what once was spoken? This life has gone by, and left us scarred, you too once dwelt in belief that someone cared. But you shut out any feeling, after so much pain, denying access to heal again.
The sad thing is, this confession might scare you away, but I'm really hoping, you'll choose to stay. For you know me, so deep, so well, and in my mind is where you always dwell.
Most children love climbing trees
The higher the tree
The more you can see
The farther up the tree you go,
The more your juices start to flow
Excitement mounts as you get high
Assorted birds go flying by
Busy birds have made their nest
To lay eggs for them to rest
Before it's time for them to hatch
Their mother looks for worms to catch,
To feed her growing baby chicks
Most children love to climb trees,
The higher you go, the more you see,
But some children are afraid
They see the dangers that outweigh
The thrill of climbing way up high
On a vast tree that touches the sky.
Most of us love all trees,
And appreciate the magnificence of all of these
Content to stand and stare
At a spectacle that we all can share
Most children love to climb trees,
The higher you go, the more you see
Some children climb halfway
And get stuck, and have to stay
Until someone can come and save
As they are not as brave
As those who start to climb on a whim,
And find they have to go out on a limb
Because that is where all the fruits are.
what will tomorrow bring
if today brought so much sorrow
that always has me wondering
do i even want to see tomorrow
im tired of all the disappointments
im tired of all the problems we face
im tired of all the unemployment
im tired of all the disgrace
we make no sort of sacrifice
in making everyday a better day
yet we pray for a better life
but we refuse to change our ways
we do have all the power
to bring about a change
yea the choice is ours
we who bares the shame
we can see a brother lying in the street
lookin as if he's about to die
when all he ask for was something to eat
yet we still pass him by
too busy to go out you way
or to go out on a limb
probly worried about someone would say
if they saw you helping him
and those of us too busy living our life
that we cant even give our children a hug
or offer a gentle word of advice
and wonder why they're strung out on drugs
then the fact that we put our trust in people
that tends to lead us astray
doing anything they can and calling it legal
and pushing us to go that way
and that's a few examples of our problems today
yet we hope for a change
but as long as we continue to live this way
then we only have ourselves to blame