Best Haste Makes Waste Poems
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
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
Patience
By: Tom
8/8/2019
Haiku
Patience is our friend,
Because its true, haste makes waste,
More patience, less haste.
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.
< 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
I never knew her as a big talker,
but to me, she was a very keen
observer and one great listener.
I have always remembered the 8 words
she said when sending us to the store.
She’d say, “Go in a haste; come in a pace”.
As a kid at the time, I never questioned what
she meant by those words. Like my siblings,
I simply listened to her, and away I went.
I didn’t know if she was trying to be poetic
or encouraging us to get the job done quickly.
But now I know that she was a great teacher.
To me, those 8 words have taught me lessons
in life. I have always heard that “Haste makes waste”
So, Grandma wasn’t telling us 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 the initiative to pursue my
dreams; and with a sense of timing, order, and
organization, I got things done”.
cj07182015
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?
Hot peppers and spicy horseradish
a gut-punch to the solar plexus
Snake venom with moldy cheese
not tonight, if you please...
Tadpole skins and locust larvae
strains my stomach of iron
But a bloody Mary eggnog combo
gags the esophagus of this Hawaiian
Wonder how I developed my bizarre sense of taste?
~ A flush of the toilet for whoever said, '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
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
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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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.
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
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 overflows, 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 !
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
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..