Best Good Time Poems
Everyone at one time or the other have had a good time.
The world is round, the sun will rise, and all think things are fine.
For some of us in America that pretty much is true,
Are we really having a good time? When are we going to realize the sky is not blue?
There's a quite haze hovering over our dear planet.
It's groaning, rupturing and spewing out it's anger, it's a warning we just don't get.
The earth is being drilled, dug into, for it's natural resources.
So what happens? It fights back, hurricanes, tornadoes, and bad weather of course.
Earthquakes, rumbling worldwide, polar ice caps shrinking,
Don't know about you, but it gets me to thinking?
God formed this planet for us, not for us to rape it.
He made this paradise for all of us, to find the Holy Spirit.
Having a good time? At who's expense? God's of course.
He gives us love, wisdom, and of course we make matters worse.
We should be grateful and thankful He lets us even have any harvest,
Anything we can have, if we follow His lead, that's the Lord's real request.
Respect this world and all that is in it.
For it given to us from God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.
Reap our harvest, return to our Christian Roots and values, see and hear.
Having a good time in the Lord's world, no war, no pestilence, no hunger, and
especially we have no fear.
(A Carnival Barker)
There’s no shame in my game,
I write to entertain
This is from my upcoming book
that has no name.
Poetry that entertains.
I am the halftime show
always ready to go...
A delightful distraction,
sharing that verbal interaction.
I’m a good time on two feet
An Army of one.
And a legend in progress...
As history repeats itself,
and criminal’s return
to the scene of the crime.
I like reciting my poetry
before an audience
each and every time.
My name is Bobby K,
and I am
The Poor Man’s Poet.
Another wizard of the word
that live in Williamsburg.
I appear before you
like an apparition on a mission.
Reaching deep
within your intellect,
bringing forth knowledge
in the form of old
forgotten memories,
that become epiphanies.
Making you aware,
that you now know
what you didn't know
a moment ago.
Here tonight, right now
in this room,
I am a little man
among poetic giants.
A veritable light weight
in the power of the word.
But as I'm relatively new
in the history of poetry.
You'll have to forgive me
as I find myself at fault,
for being wise
within my ignorance...
My name is Bobby K,
and I am The Poor Man's Poet.
For now is the time
to write a poem
Get my feelings on paper
So I can make it through the night
Hope the words turn out right
I have spoken with friends
and before the night ends
The poem will be done
Tomorrow might be fun
But tonight I write
Get my feelings on the page
and no critic, pundit, or sage
can stop the words from flowing
These words will be showing
What my heart has known for a while
That words can make one smile
If they are carefully written
And is you are smitten
by the muse
then you can get to chose
what to put down on you pad
If it's good or if it's bad
If it is happy or sad
It is your poem and I feel
that poetry is for real
Something that lingers long
like a refrain from
a pretty song
So as the night wears on
I done the cloak of the poet
and send out these lines
And believe that whoever they reach
will be inspired to teach
Those words to the people
who are ready for a poem
A late night verse
for better or worse
Flows from the tip of my pen
and then....
All in Good Time
Sara L Russell, 28/2/14, 00:30
Given time
the inner eye of memory sees with softer reverie,
as through a muslin curtain; softly veiled and far away -
and how temptingly tranquil seem the waters of the past.
Given time
lost minutes lengthen into hours, to long-remembered days,
lost words that needed saying fall like petals in the rain
Turning slowly in the air until they fade to dust at last.
Given time
a distant haunting melody's translated into sighs
birdsong at morning lilting like a glimmering of streams;
and moments of reflection spill too swiftly through our hands.
Given time
dry leaves fly through the chilly air and scatter in the sky
summer will have her finery returned from green to gold,
and snow will cover everything, like time's relentless sands.
Come one, come all to New Orleans
March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens
Year round festivals in town
Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down
Come on down to the Mississippi River Crest
You want a party, New Orleans does it best
From Bayou St. John to the French Quarters
Street cars, horse drawn buggies, to river boat charters
Greek, Italian, Irish, Vietnamese, Cajun, Creole, German, Black
Parades and festivals, there is not one who will lack
Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, most any day of the year
Is an excuse to celebrate and drink plenty of beer
Oysters, gumbo, mirlitons, tomato, a good Po Boy
All kinds of food festivals for you to enjoy
You like music, festivals for that, too
Rock and Roll, Jazz, Zydeco, and get down Blues
Of course, Mardi Gras is at the top of the list
Biggest free show on earth mustn't be missed
Doubloons and beads are thrown to you
Holler, “Throw me something, Mista!”all you have to do
So much sadness in the world, so come on down
New Orleans will have a festival that will give you a smile and take away that frown
Check out the festival calendar for most any day or night
We'll pass a good time, Shah, yeh u rite
1. my favorite menage a'trois is with me, myself, and I. 2. Although man may not live by bread alone. However, maybe by head alone.
Make time as your lifetime partner in your
journey to success.
Quote by poet
Every time some poets read poems
In the gardens, they get great time.
Living on earth , receiving poems daily
And seeing things from different angles.
Writing and Understanding them diffently,
Some writers prefer metaphoric and ironic
Speeches for their personal reasons,
Sometimes some readers suffer
To see the hidden truth in the speeches,
Dictionaries struggling to discover
Metaphoric or Ironic
Spoken or written words,
And life goes on.
Every time poets open their eyes and ears,
Understand all the poems correctly.
Happily while reading all the poems daily,
Chuckling peacefully here,
Dancing samba and rumba there
Drumming in african rhythms
Messaging while singing african anthems
Blowing an african trumpet called " Vuvuzela"
Huh? Some africans remember their struggles
Every time they hear some traditional songs.
It is so good to see some students practicing poetry
time by time in the class rooms or school halls
Some student boys and girls use poetry to express
Their hidden sentiments time to time.
When some students are so late to school,
Sometime a teacher can ask , " what is the time?"
It is nine o'clock , answer from one of the students.
It is so important for the teachers and students
To respect time to reach the school premises.
Don't ever play with your time on this earth,
As it is said ," Time is money."
April 13 /2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
Theme chosen: TIME
Planet in turmoil
People they run
Running on empty
From point of a gun
What are you eating?
Sure what it says?
Looks like a burger
But how does it taste?
Now you’re addicted
Tattoos brand your skin
You’d rather the music
Than join in the spring
You drink to excess
Smokes blow your mind
**** makes you reckless
Rave Johnny Good Time
When you live on a farm and hear cockadoodle-doo
What do those words mean to you?
They mean pretty soon you'll hear moo,
and you'll have lots of work to do.
After a while, the horse will neigh,
and, before you know it, you are bailing hay.
I wished that rooster hadn't made a peep,
so I turned over and went back to sleep.
What if the animals were a musical team?
I thought to myself and started to dream:
Hey everybody, clap your hands
and listen to the Animal Good Time Band!
It's got animals of every kind.
Their grunts and snuffles are in 4/4 time.
Animals from Africa and Australia -
Reptiles, birds, and mammalia.
Rat-a-tat tat, let's have a drum roll
Man, the elephants and zebras are outta control.
Thump, thump, thump goes the bass guitar.
McCartney? Hah!, the walrus is better by far.
Time to kick back, get in the groove and relax,
and listen to the ostrich toot and wail on sax.
Their new lead guitarist is all the rage.
Yep, the orangutan out-twangs Jimmy Page.
That mournful cry of the violin's trill -
Ain't nobody bows it like a gorilla will.
Hear the monkey smash that thang.
Bwaaangg - the cymbals crash and bang.
That ain't no monkey, that's my mother
Huffing, "get up and work, you and your brother".
I'll walk into the dance tonight
proudly holding my head up high,
Without a date I'll go in spite
don't care what my presence imply,
and if I'm teased I won't reply
I'll simply smile it's not a crime,
Although I'm here without a guy
I intend to have a good time.
So glad I was for the invite
Dressed up to kill, I'm looking fly,
I'll dance tonight with all my might
'cause on the dance floor I'm not shy,
Eying the guys, I won't deny,
Maybe I'll find one who's not slime
but if I don't I'll never cry,
I intend to have a good time.
The decor is a lovely sight
Red, gold and green in great supply,
The lighting here is not too bright
When in the corner of my eye
I see someone in silver tie,
As bright as a shiny new dime,
and he approached with smile so sly
I intend to have a good time.
I am his choice, I don't care why
He's handsome and I'm still in prime,
We dance all night, he holds me nigh,
I intend to have a good time.
One hundred years ago
is the blink of an eye,
one hundred years ahead
is a mountain to climb.
Life holds on to the coat-tails of days
through the changes that are time,
fast like Radagast's sled with Rhosgobel Rabbits,
at the speed of light from onset to outcome
where today can be tomorrow or yesterday
and everything passes.
One hundred years ahead
is the blink of an eye,
one hundred years ago
is a mountain climbed.
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One of the thing's
That people must face
Is the eccentricity
Of
Saving face
Fore....
Forbearance is
A Luxury
That which can not
Be replaced...
Poet Author
Gary Fields
Somewhere in the depths of us
The deepest depths of all of us
We want to feel higher up
And looking down can get it done
Didn't we curb urges to oppress
The ones we used to see as less
Weren't we so ranked at the sun's behest
That we saw sisters and brothers as less
Chin up they say, it's not that grim
At least your not like her or him
Or he or she or they or them
Your clean compared to her or him!
And deep down in the depths of us
The same deep depths of all of us
A conscience fights under its own banner
And holds us high to its own bright standard
Can a soul be lit by another's light
And know the darkness of its nights
Would all our wrongs turn into rights
If we see the darkness of its nights
Why perch on a ladder and scan with our eyes
When we ourselves are steps behind
Could be a billion steps behind
Bad time to look down, good time to climb
As a solo black white star
The lake-moon and the moon-river hold up:
A cloud is all smiles.
From "Inland"
Awakened by a siren
Aching like a wound
We're driven out as we utter
The turnings of the womb
Swelling as we're tutored
By the wendings of desire
Swept away by water
Travestied by fire
The vital force of irony
Stabs us like a brier
Churning up a whirlwind
As we tumble in the mire
Vanquished by an idol
Beguiled by a look
Overwhelmed by a smile
Or twisting on a hook
We're spun and cut by the fates
In pursuit or in retreat
Gurgling like infant kings
Or bawling in defeat
Written by © Raven Drake