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What's the Buzz

If I were a fly, I would take my place
In the halls of Congress where haste makes waste
     I’d buzz the House Speaker’s ear
     Because it has become clear
The voice of the public has been misplaced

Perhaps a good buzz would open their ears
Before they explore new spending frontiers
     Pork barrel projects still grow
     Let’s Make a Deal’s a game show
This game must end now as we’re in arrears

I’d surely make a nuisance of myself
I make a heck of a pesky black elf
     Sit on cups before they drink
     Lay eggs on collars of mink
Then wreak havoc with Obama himself



*Entry for Michael Falotico’s “Fly on the Wall” contest


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011


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This Year


A brand new year has just begun, new page,
sheet one of twelve to see upon the wall.
It cleanly hangs, no scribbles, signs of age:
a fresh new start; a slate wiped clean of scrawl.
A time to breathe, set plans both big and small.

This year will grant new days to get things done:
our gift of time; no rush, for haste makes waste.
Still, days will pass unused and one by one,
the pages fly right off the wall replaced
by some regrets, no challenges were faced.

Yet, we will see Earth’s seasons come and go
and feel the surge of Spring’s rebirthing rite,
the Summer sun and flowers, Autumn's glow,
then winter's wonderland of snow so white.
This year... our brand new gift of life’s delight.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~ 
Contest: This Year in English Quintain 
Sponsor: Francine Roberts 
Judged: 02/16/2015 



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


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My Idiom Oneliners Part 2

I noticed that the grass was always greener on the other side, as I made my way to the 18th hole and practiced my drive.

As I zip lined across with the greatest of ease, I finally noticed for the first time the forest for the trees.

That evening I again had to face the music, with baton in hand I tried not to lose it.

If my cat really has nine lives, why is he still roadkill up on the drive?

I finally threw in the towel as my washing machine let out a hungry growl.

I'd finally become a basket case as I stood before the judge with a can of mace.

We were all in the same boat, trying not to resort to cannibalism and to stay afloat.

I bit off more than I could chew, realizing this after the eating contest as I hurled and puked.

Before they went down the skiing slope, I told them to break a leg like a mindless dope.

The other day I finally went out on a limb, all the while thanking God I am pretty slim.

Haste makes waste unless you procrastinate.

They told me to keep my chin up or the the wound like a volcano would erupt.

Once more I knocked on wood, reading the "doorbell out of order" sign where I stood.

My parents always told me I had a one track mind, as I walked along the railroad tracks and read the railroad station sign.

They started dropping like flies having ignored the no fly zone sign.





Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016


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Quit Wasting My Time { Edit }

<                               One by one they'll shall roll on and come
                                 Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
                                 Echoes  are acknowledge
                                 Cast across thy arched bridge
                                 Haste makes waste even for everyone




Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All


Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010


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What My Grandma Said

What My Grandma Said
By Curtis Johnson

I never knew her as a big talker
She was to me a great listener
She was also a great observer

I have always remembered  8 words she always said
She’d often say, “Go in a haste; come in a pace”.

As a kid at the time, I never questioned what she meant
Like my siblings, I simply listened to her, and away I went

I didn’t know if she was trying to be poetic;
But now I know that she was a great teacher

To me, those 8 words have taught lessons in life
I have always heard that “Haste makes waste”
So grandma wasn’t telling  me to hurry up

In my departure, she was saying,                                                              “Get on with it; get it done”.
And upon my return, she was saying,                                                       “Have a sense of order and precision as you return”.

I must say that as I look back over my life, I can say,
“Thank you grandma, I did what you said in the way you told me to”.
“I had initiative to pursue my dreams; and with a sense of timing,order, and organization, I got things done”.
cj07182015


Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015


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CONTRADICTORY CLICHES

first  " there's not time like the present"  then they say "haste makes waste"
then "don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today"

"the more things change the more they stay the same" some say
and in the next breath"tomorrows another day"

they say "if it don't happen naturally then leave it"
then "if at first you don't succeed try try again "can you believe it?



Copyright © michael white | Year Posted 2008


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Get On With It

Get On With It, A Letter To My Brother
By Curtis Johnson

Hi Michael:

You might have been too young to remember, but there is a certain line that Grandma use to say to any of us who was sent to the store.  At the time, I never determined the complete meaning of what she said.

I just assumed that I knew enough about what she meant, and went about completing the mission.  As I thought about it more recently, I tried to explore the depth of what she was saying.  I have wondered if she was being half poetic and half realistic.  Poetic because of the rhythm of her words, and realistic because of the true meaning of her words.

Grandma would often say, “Go in a haste and come in a pace.”  I never quite understood the ‘pace’ part.  It seems a bit contradictory that one would hurry to fetch a purchase, but return at a pace with the item.  Grandma knew what she was saying, and she must have been rather confident that we also understood her.  Assuming she meant for us to complete the assignment as quickly as possible, we always did our best to follow her every command.  I’m also sure that Grandma was not asking us to hurry without thought, or to the point where ‘haste’ makes ‘waste’.  She was simply saying for us to get on with it and stay focused to the finish.

Grandma could not read or write, but the lessons she taught have lasted for a lifetime.  Michael,  I have tried to get on with it, to Pursue the Course  that God laid out for me,  and to Stay Focused to the end.  Like everyone else, I have had set backs and ‘knock me down blows’, but by the grace God I kept getting up.  

So Michael, whatever mission that God has assigned to us, may we ‘get on with it’.
From time to time as we endeavor to get on with it, it will be necessary to set a certain pace, realizing that the finish lines are often far away.  Learning to listen to God and his wisdom will greatly assist us at certain junctures.  

Though we did not realize it at the time, our grandmother's words were very strong and powerful.  Those words uttered from the lips of one who could not read or write, speak volumes to me now.
  
No, it doesn’t matter so much that we fall down or get knocked down sometimes; but it does matter that we ‘get up and get on with it’ to fight another round, and another and another, until the fight is over.  That was grandma's way.

Cj07052014 “Get Up”


Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015


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Catching a Kitty

I’m an animal lover, especially of cats.
Daughter Donna admits they’re better than rats.
I had but one kitty and now I have six.
We need to catch them, to give them a fix.
Too many cats!
Granddaughter Hannah would like to have one.
Catching a kitty is more work than fun.
I’m needing to treat them for fleas and for ticks.
Haste makes waste.
No cat in America is cuter than they.
It’s a nitty gritty pity, itty bitty they won’t stay.
Big cats from home will roam.
Yes roam from “Home Sweet Home”.
They don’t know their father, their sire deserter,
This untamed, undomesticated, wild, feral flirter.
The kittens run in fright from monster my size.
Happy to wean them, mama cat shuts her eyes.
I’m running on empty, I kick off my flats.
My make-up is dripping, my hair needs a comb. 
Some little boys like kitty cats.


20th line is from my poem “Some Little Boys”

For Mish Mash contest





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Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012


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Haste Makes Waste

No matter what I read
No matter what I said
The listener never stirred in bed
To all he just appeared quite dead
His eyes were always open
Yet not a word from him was spoken
Through tubes the young man world be fed
He never blinked
He stared ahead
What more about him can be said
Two days ago he was to wed
No safety helmet on his head
His girl friend held him by the waist
His motor bike zoomed off in haste
At great neck speed they lost their luck
On the right they passed the truck
So what more can we say today
In this state he'll always stay
His fiancee just walked way 
Never to forget the day
Maybe it was time to pray.


Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013


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Haste Makes Waste Ode to a Cyclist

No matter what I read
No matter what I said
The listener never stirred in bed
To all he just appeared quite dead
Eyes blank and always open
Not a word from him was spoken
Through tubes the young man would be fed
He never blinked
Just stared ahead
What more about him can be said
Two days ago he was to wed
No safety helmet on his head
His girlfriend held him by the waist
His motorbike zoomed off in haste
At break-neck speed they lost their luck
On the right they passed a truck
So what more can we say today
In this state he'll always stay
His lover now has walked away
So young she'll soon foreget the day
Another guy will soon appear
No longer will she shed a tear


Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013


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Life and I

For life, were we made
To live, were we given

In life, we learn to live
Yet in life's pursuits, life is spent

In search of ways to live life, 
we there haste

Yet in haste, life do we waste
As haste makes waste,
alas, wasted life abound

In haste, has life passed by,
for life is in a haste, 
it waits not

In life, we fail to behold, 
the essential offerings of life,
scripted on the canvass of the soul, 
revealed in the daylight and silent echoes thereof;
beseeching faces and eyes all around, 
beckoning for life's essence;
the warm and caring humanness, 
the soothing acts of goodwill

For them, life cares not, 
for them, must I care
For in caring, would I have loved, 
my neighbor and my God
Only then, would I have lived, 
only then, have I life


Copyright © oliver Okoli | Year Posted 2005


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Idioms Part 1

1/18/17



Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap

Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions

You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense or not

At times it can all truly
Be quite the doozy
Frustrated with seeing cruelty
And people acting unruly

Along the way
Is it wrong to say?
Every dog has it's day


They can make glass from sand
So much became a flash in the pan
Whether or not there ended up being any cash in hand

With my own flesh and blood
I express my love
While I step and trudge
Through different depths of mud

Haste makes waste
Across this place in space

You may or may not have your while life ahead of you
Just remember idle hands are the devil's tools
Near and far from special sentimental jewels
Realize there have been many kinds of metals used
Near and far from different sea levels and pools
The outcome may have been preventable
If such things weren't placed on a pedestal

By: Dalton Ogletree


Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017


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Wait

Self maintained, call me Frank Sinatra I did it my way - 
"Rocking Robin Must Be Love On The Brain"
Words from the wise men. Life is not a game, but it is a wheel of fortune with change everyday Society is weak. what they hear is what they say! and I'm not going to preach but this message is here to save. Meditate young souls with candle lights and Potent Sage. Seek knowledge not only of today's - Be mindful of the ancient yesterday's. Certify thy young self when you academically graduate. Forget not, with knowledge comes wealth.  
Money comes and money goes
Sipping from my cup, till it runneth  over, the more you learn you'll always grow, that's how u get work and your money will show.
 Life is a test survival of the fittest. what you see on TV are tricks to diminish Listen be wise and dissect the images portrayed most times in the media business ! Be wise think smart, school is the ticket to get what you want and make life how you live it, whether it's bad or good you must start so finish, the life you want isn't so far, haste makes waste get what ever you want by learning with grace !


Copyright © Lasean Century | Year Posted 2017


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The road ahead

Stepping out, tired and weary, feeling just so
What the hell..... I have no place to go
The desire to turn back would be bad
I’d be returning to the same life style I had. 

For me, my views on life need to be rearranged
I was productive back then, but I had changed,
Couldn’t go forward and clear up my mess
I don’t blame others, is my fault, I confess.

My purpose in life is to regain what I lack
My past I need to let go, never go back,
If I revert back it won’t be a merry go round
 It would stall my progress, no gaining ground.

I will lay out my journey, but I have no map
It’s possible I may have to do another lap,
I am determined to get ahead 
Living a happier life style instead 

What road I choose to follow shall be straight
My decisions will follow me, I await my fate
My destiny is too far from here to discover
Most important to me now is how to recover.

I have a few tools to reconstruct my lifestyle
Powered by diligence, I can go the extra mile
I see many footprints on the wayside
Those that wander, tend to slide

My trek can be lonely, I must not despair
I must not lose, I have no spare.
Conflicts and resolutions are on the table
Positive attitudes are listed on the label.

I will not pass a travelers inn or road stand
No map to follow, just straight open land,
Hills are challenging, I’ll stay in control

If I need to rest, the journey can be on hold

No signs ahead to keep me on course
If I falter I will have much remorse
I will dust myself off, get back on the road
Zip up my feelings, carry the load

I’ve gotten to a bend which was not expected
It must be a challenge that I have detected
I’m not off course, I have my cues
Stay in the middle, won’t slip in these shoes. 

Roads bends can be hazardous to those who speed
Slow down my endeavors, continue the lead
No need to hurry, I’ll make good. 
Haste makes waste, that’s understood. 

I’ve heard the saying, ‘time will heal’
Accomplishments I hold is good to feel
Nevertheless, I still have miles to go
When I come to the next bend, I’ll take it slow. 

Bends in the road are here for a reason
They help me slow down during this season
I find these curves are there to protect
They give me time to pause and reflect.

I see now how far I have traveled
A lot of emotions I kept now unravel,
These bends give me time to inspect my feelings
Releasing my tensions and explore new healings. 

I am not alone on the road as you can see
Many more are traveling ahead of me,
I promised myself I would not alter my way
One  door closed, another will open;  I pray.


Copyright © doug pederson | Year Posted 2017


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Sofa Bed Saga

Our brand-new sofa bed got stuck.
It wouldn’t open; just our luck.
Our daughter slept upon it twice,
But not last night. Here’s my advice:

If underneath a sheet you use
A mattress pad before you snooze,
Be sure, if on the fold-up kind,
No sheet or pad gets left behind.

We think that pad is somehow caught
Within the springs; we toiled for naught.
Today we’ll ask for an assist;
Our super’s help we will enlist.

A small mistake but we got burned.
Yes, “haste makes waste” – the lesson learned.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2017


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Moving onward

Moving onward

Stepping out, tired and weary, feeling just so
What the hell..... I have no place to go
The desire to turn back would be bad
I’d be returning to the same life style I had. 

For me, my views on life need to be rearranged
I was productive back then, but I had changed,
Couldn’t go forward and clear up my mess
I don’t blame others, is my fault, I confess.

My purpose in life is to regain what I lack
My past I need to let go, never go back,
If I revert back it won’t be a merry go round
It would stall my progress, no gaining ground.

I will lay out my journey, but I have no map
It’s possible I may have to do another lap,
I am determined to get ahead 
Living a happier life style instead 

What road I choose to follow shall be straight
My decisions will follow me, I await my fate
My destiny is too far from here to discover
Most important to me now is how to recover.

I have a few tools to reconstruct my lifestyle
Powered by diligence, I can go the extra mile
I see many footprints on the wayside
Those that wander, tend to slide

My trek can be lonely, I must not despair
I must not lose, I have no spare.
Conflicts and resolutions are on the table
Positive attitudes are listed on the label.

I will not pass a travelers inn or road stand
No map to follow, just straight open land,
Hills are challenging, I’ll stay in control

If I need to rest, the journey can be on hold

No signs ahead to keep me on course
If I falter I will have much remorse
I will dust myself off, get back on the road
Zip up my feelings, carry the load

I’ve gotten to a bend which was not expected
It must be a challenge that I have detected
I’m not off course, I have my cues
Stay in the middle, won’t slip in these shoes. 

Roads bends can be hazardous to those who speed
Slow down my endeavors, continue the lead
No need to hurry, I’ll make good. 
Haste makes waste, that’s understood. 

I’ve heard the saying, ‘time will heal’
Accomplishments I hold is good to feel
Nevertheless, I still have miles to go
When I come to the next bend, I’ll take it slow. 

Bends in the road are here for a reason
They help me slow down during this season
I find these curves are there to protect
They give me time to pause and reflect.

I see now how far I have traveled
A lot of emotions I kept now unravel,
These bends give me time to inspect my feelings
Releasing my tensions and explore new healings. 

I am not alone on the road as you can see
Many more are traveling ahead of me,
I promised myself I would not alter my way
One door closed, another will open; I pray.


Copyright © doug pederson | Year Posted 2017


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Haste Make Waste

I took my time
And saved my dimes 
So I could buy 
The best of rhymes

But in my haste
I gave away
The best of all
That I had saved

From my first rhyme
To the last dime
Every bit of it
That I could find

Then remembered Ben 
One time did say
Haste makes waste 
I'm afraid..


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018