Best Huge Success Poems
I took a brand new girlfriend to see ''The taming of the shrew''
She was a little apprehensive as we joined the queue
but I sensed that her humour, If anything was dry
and very soon her laughter, brought tears to her eyes.
If I be waspish, Best beware my sting
There's small choice in rotten apples, Were just her sort of thing
I'll not budge an inch and thereby hangs a tale
The bitter tongue of Katherine, How could such humour fail?
Petruchio I thank you, I whisper as we left the stalls
Escorting my date to the bathroom, To answer natures call.
Delighted when my date told me, Tonight had been a huge success
A useful thing for a man to know, When he's trying to impress.
Now its time for dinner, She is fancying Chinese
So I find that fancy restaurant , A gentleman trying to please
Then outside to the dance floor, Where we share the slowest dance
I hold her close as we move in tune, This is a fine night for romance .
The silver moon is shining accompanied by shimmering stars
We shared a kiss so tender in the front seat of my car .
I walked her to her front door and bade her a sweet goodnight
Being the perfect gentleman, Well mannered and polite .
She is now married to a friend of mine, They are happy and content
but she still remembers Shakespeare and the magic night we spent
So if you are looking for inspiration, Why not try a Shakespeare play
and like couples through the ages, You'll find he's just as magical today.
A single leaf,
Falls out of a tree above me.
As it twist and turn,
The wind blows it in my direction.
But why?
It symbolizes all my struggle and all my pain.
It tells me that they twist and turn,
But never remain.
It takes a sudden fall next to me.
But why?
It symbolizes the thought of being alone.
It tells me that someone is always by my side.
As I write,
The leaf flies away.
As if it had a huge success in it's encouragement.
Nature communicates with us in many ways.
Not with words,
But with a single leaf out of a tree.
There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.
Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.
Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.
Bunks line against a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.
As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.
Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.
And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.
*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
Emperor dragonfly had a ball
Stag beetle came big and tall
Water springtail brought housefly date
Common cockroach came without a mate
Eyed hawkmoth arrived in style
Caught ladybug’s winsome smile
Praying mantis brought sense of doom
Other mantises quickly left the room
Green lacewing came with water spring tail
Silverfish brought rest of supper from jail
Cicadas arrived with bottles of ale
Unusual feather bug came smelling quite stale
Bumblebee brought fresh honey and wax
Colorado potato beetle was holding his flax
Black ants brought chips from master’s house
Only one empty handed was elderly book louse
Morpho butterflies arrived dressed to dance
You could hear the music half way to France
Emperor Dragonfly’s shindig was a huge success
Firefly made magic with his sexy light up mistress
Everyone had a fine time except Praying Mantis who left mad.
Best Shindig ball the host, Emperor Dragonfly had ever had!
No, I don't play golf, nor am I a fan of those who play;
But I am a fan of success and great accomplishments.
It was about 1040 AM as I turned the curb to return home.
As I was making the turn, the thought of Tiger Woods entered
my mind because of the reports of his very recent accident.
I have never met Tiger nor expect that we will ever meet,
but this morning for a short while I could not shake the thought
of him. So, I began to pray for him, making mention of the losses
in his life and the pain that must have followed the shame and embarrassment he must have felt several years ago following the revelations about his personal life and family. As moisture began to form in my eyes, they were not tears for just a very famous person, a person that has experienced huge success and prosperity, but a heart throbbing prayer for a man in need of someone far beyond and above himself.
So, I prayed that God would reveal Himself to Tiger in a way that he has never known; that God would heal the wounds that seem to yet linger, causing him much frustration and sorrow. I do not know of Tiger's relationship with The Lord, but felt that I needed to touch God on behalf of one needing love and a friend. May The Lord also surround him with caring and loving people who are not enameled by the great golf star, but as a fellow human being in need of a solid path to walk on with his Maker.
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An art party! Hooray! The second grade teacher tells her class.
You have earned it for good behavior. Everyone likes to color, right?
Everybody likes to paint. It is relaxing!
“I don’t like to,” says Bobby.
“I hate it,” says Em.
“You will love this art party,” the teacher tells them.
This one will be different. It will be wonderful.”
“What about a bowling party?” Bobby asks.
The other children start shrieking that they want to go bowling.
“Or a snowball party?” Em suggests.
She has almost as many enthusiasts.
“This is a REWARD party,” something you have EARNED, for good behavior,”
The teacher tells them. “I have already ordered the supplies. This is an art party.”
“What if I take some of them outside and have a snowball party?”
the student teacher asks.
“They would hurt each other,“ the teacher says.
“What about a bowling party?” the student teacher asks.
But when she sees the teacher’s mean face, she backs off.
An art party it was. A huge success for all but two.
Normal day in second grade where they are once again the odd ducks.
There is barely room on the log and the little one said “move over!”
Foxglove is lovely, they agreed, as they watched the waving clover.
What kind of trickery is this? Curly Que asked. This is our vacation?
The rest of the crows knew it was her son's surprise graduation.
As her baby flew by, she got a tear in her eye, worth the wait.
Why didn’t you tell me? She asked, loving her son’s fate.
He soared high, his first solo flight. It was totally great.
Would have one replied, but we were sworn to secrecy by your mate.
Best day ever. There were shiny things on the ground now – prizes.
Happy crows picked them up along with tasty night crawling surprises.
Black snake was gone, and the party was a huge success for sure!
The foxglove smiled, glad to be part of this party, wholesome and pure.
Eyes were all closed,
I was at my best…
You looked at my flaws,
Like I failed in a test.
Immeasurable efforts!
Time I consumed.
But it ended unwell
I was your accused.
Were you at your best?
Did outshine everyone?
As far as I remember
You’re a hopeless no one.
I made it till end
It was a huge success
Be better than me
If you don’t love my mess.
Wow me; mister
have I kept save my fortune
in the itchy palms of a trickster?
who lives away in Neptune?
Oh - such a tender talent, so sweet
He'd bath his promises in sugar
so that I fell for his tingling tweet
and then stick at me his venomous tongue of a cobra
Ah. I made a common thriftman
become a huge success
whilst I made me, the opposite man
What is this terrible sense?
I see the fool he's made of me
I wonder what beginning is there at this end
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Those seeds, yes! those seeds, spread them over there
Or maybe over here, or anywhere else, it can be
Those seeds, yes! those seeds, let them die, embrace death
Take this risk so rare; dig them in, but hey! not too deep, not too deep
Those seeds, yes, you have some in your purse, or on your palms
If you can’t find, may be they were snatched, or already had died
The former was good, but the latter was seem so poignant
Planted seeds will cultivate, the stolen were so fragile
Those seeds! Grant them chance to prove themselves
That when they die, they can live again and give you gain
Otherwise they will be rotten and be eternally fruitless
‘Cause their master is so emotional, stingy, and afraid
Those seeds, they were given, they were also be taken
Naked you came, so as when you leave the earth
Those seeds must be invested, do not waste them into waste
Nor allow them to knot with themselves in the closet
Those seeds, when fully bred, you will be richly blessed
Just take courage, for a slight lose will soon be a huge success
The harder it seems, the greater the exhilaration from victory
But when they died straight, it’s not a loss, it’s still investment
Ghostly giblets granting grinning gibbons grapefruit. But grapes were busy running down the road. Away they shouted away away. And at great speed they went down the roads. Escaping the giblets who cried out in anger at the escapees. The gibbons would not be grinning if they had no grapes for breakfast. And breakfast brought baboons as well so the mighty bar and grill of gib gob gib would be packed. The chefs speciality of freshly peeled grape salad and milkshake would be off the menu if the grapes were not apprehended. So they sent the strawberry cars to catch them. One by one the strawberry cars caught the grapes in little nets that were slid out of the wing mirrors using a remote control. Ha here they were. The giblets would be very very pleased. They returned to the gib gob gib and placed the shivering quivering grapes down in front of the giblets. One by one they were peeled and thrust with the leaves. The breakfast was a huge success. And caught the attentions of the gorillas who said they would try it the next day. As it was so it was and will is not wilting waving wavering nor waves either. Breakfasts bringing brilliant bakery. And a large oo oo a a from all the consumers. Haha xxxxx representationally z z z z
Form:
The city celebrates a huge success and luck.
It's over now with wave of vielent crimes!
A last gangster with a broken ribs and spine
Was fried and eaten in the forest by maniac.
Bear is lollygagging next to wolf, who is snoring big time.
Mama deer is watering daisies, I think some are mine.
All the breads and cheese have made the animals feel tired.
Two mice are comfortable, but the salamander is wired.
Crow and cardinal have made a little separate picnic spread.
Bread and wine are plentiful, the wine a champagne red.
Dragonfly and damselfly easily slice the pinwheel bread.
Butterflies land on every petal, the wren easily said.
The picnic is a huge success, no fights, nothing to fear.
Bear devours the popcorn chain, saying “Let’s meet again next year.”
Some of the animals laugh at this thought.
Because they do this every year, it always sought.
Marsupial luncheon was a huge success
We had enough food with a plausible guess
Kangaroo baby made an enormous food mess
We did not help mama clean it, I must confess.
It’s all in her pouch the koala said.
She is embarrassed. Her face is quite red.
Opossum did not reply. She was playing dead.
All marsupials were amply and adequately fed.
Now, you’ve began to vex
Directing it to Rex:
You and Lawless Alex,
While you’d craved safe latex
For the marathon sex
You’d planned its huge success
At Hotel De Recess...
Last week, same marathon
At five-star Sheraton,
Beside you: Martini,
To take less: Mutiny;
Not you Sabatini:
Your drinks for scrutiny...
You can’t say you got less,
Though your mood now a mess:
My guess: your big cash less,
Stark fears of future stress
And handshake with distress
Following sure duress...
For next month staff pay press
In borrowed robes to dress...
Choose the not cheap hotel
But there don’t stories tell;
In one spend a full week
And you’ve played self a trick!