Best Know The Score Poems
A charlatan returns despite his earlier defeat.
After two years gone, he claims he owns a seat
But there is no throne for the jester who bears
His recycled words without sparks or flares
A costume he wears, but many of us can see
he's a mean little boy who always turns beastly
He talks of being nicer, but his words aren’t divine
He's still a bully who flees. He doesn't have a spine
He called on one he wronged to ignite an old flame
But that man will not return, and he is to blame
Scripture from his mouth is spewed from a bad seed
His ego's hungry for attention. On innocence he'll feed
Nasty comments he'll make and then he will delete
He's no sugar daddy cuz nothing about him is sweet
He'll fool some, but not those who know the score
When he preaches from his pulpit, he's a total bore
He owes apologies to many who dealt with his spite
Poets, be forewarned that he is not a white knight
Sarcasm is his game, and that deserves no respect
Grow up, boy! You always alienate and disaffect
Disaffect = to cause hostility where there had been none
Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love
That will break the chain
Someone says something
Then it's tit-for-tat
I've played this before
We all know the score
Now who's up at bat
I think it's time, for us to play
The self healing game
Before there's no one, left
Around to blame
One that's more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let's reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain
All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies
No time to fight
Don't say, that you're sorry
Don't seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live
Girl, I love to watch you dance
You move like heaven's breeze
There's not a boy in this room
Not looking.. Oh their pleased
Your velvet voice, like an angel
Your red lips are hot as the sun
Your sweet body is perfection
There's more.. I've just begun
I sway my body to the music beat,
Softly singing a lovers song,
I know that you're trying to be discrete
Not watching me for long.
Others look but they know the score
My eyes are just for you
Heat from my body you can't ignore
It's saying, come close to me, please do.
Touch me, hold me, let your lips meet mine,
Let me melt into your arms
Is it over the wanting time
Can we enjoy being together with no qualms
Let's sway to the music together
Let me croon a lovers tune
We can vow our love is forever
As we dance by the silvery moon.
27/7/2015
Joint write Lyric Man asked for lines to complete his poem.
To the divinity within all of us
The wind blows outside my window
Reeling mercilessly against the trees.
Its power deployed, their will to destroy
And I can hear them yell in rebellion.
Daring the wind to try with all its might
Had gone there before, they know the score.
They know the fury the wind can carry
Whatever is in store, they cannot ignore.
They stand out, proud, arms stretched out
Bonded are their souls, holding the same goal.
Their unity, a fortress that found no distress
They would face this trial as they did those prior.
It was their legacy born in tenacity
From the beginning, it was God given.
So that man would come to understand
The extent of his God given potential.
To walk his way through life's hills and valleys
Building character, until he is one in heart with the Creator.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 6/1/10.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN
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and now for the lady herself Jan Allison
a birthday limerick, I hope she thinks fun
I'd give more but you know the score
'It's only words' cant sing throats sore
but birthday wishes oh yes a big 1
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN
My thanks to Tom Cunningham for the heads up, cheers Mick :-)
The Peace & Love Generation
Got whacked for their motivation
Now they know the score
There's money in war
That's why we're the richest nation!
Fancy the reasons why love is so elusive
Could be we don’t know what we look for,
Feelings that with love are not conducive
Strange so many do not know the score
Looking for love “in all the wrong places,”
Confusing true love with an infatuation,
Equating it with beautiful or perfect faces
Often can lead to the nastiest situations.
Generally, love requires time to mature
Knowing yourself and your expectations,
Commitment in love is not for the unsure
I say, always beware of those hesitations.
Work toward a relationship that is secure,
I'm convinced that true love will endure.
Written August 20, 2022
We are women of impact confident and assured
Courageous and fearless who know the score
We have been set aside to accomplish lofty goals
And because of our faith we've been called to take control
Women destined for greatness effective and ensured
Women impacting change now and forevermore
But in order to be a woman of God you must remove all doubt
And know the power of your faith in God will always work it out
#All we do is win with God by our sides
Victory is guaranteed no excuses nor we tried
For without faith it's impossible to even achieve
All that you're destined for and all that you'll receive
Just don't allow the world's moral compass which has gone astray
To convict you and convince you to sin and to stray
Now ready to stir up the gift that God has bestowed to you
#All We Do is win as long as we stay faithful and true
What are you waiting for
You know the score
Even if you don’t win
Just get up and do it again
It doesn’t matter in the slightest
For just doing it is the best
You’ve seen most things too
And you’ve done them and grew
So be true and good to you
And those you love too
Things may look bad some times
But it will be better and things will be fine.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.
His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.
There seems a need at times to clarify,
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.
No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’
But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.
Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”
Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right? Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?
One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.
So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.
But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.
Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014
not so genius
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
Gliding, waltzing 'round the floor
with your true love is not a chore,
brings back those memories of yore.
You know the score! You know the score!
A dip, a swirl or fancy step,
it all enhances dancing rep.
Practice! Practice! so no misstep.
You just must prep, you just must prep.
Now you can take your rock-and-roll
and drop it in a great big hole.
Ballroom dancing, that is my goal.
Good for the soul. Good for the soul.
9/2/16
I Hear Your Crisis
Scream if you have to.
Scream out your guts if it’ll make you feel better.
Scream out everything you have inside your spasming soul
And let your tongue be numb.
Scream out like a banshee
All your festering frustrations;
Frustrations of always losing and of desperately drowning,
Frustrations of accelerating powerlessness
And of deepening deprivation.
Life as we know it is getting dicey in the big city.
Dull-brained dopesters with tattoos
Of fading flowers and dangling dragons
Know the score.
They know of the hopelessness
They have tasted the vinegar of reckless abandon.
They have seen the downcast stares
Of ten thousand depressed days.
I hear your crisis.
I know your pain.
I understand your disease.
Look out this window here
And notice the old Victorian house across the street.
It’s a dead house now.
The flowers in the garden stand slumped over
And the front yard grass has faded,
Faded like the faith of a million Catholics.
The windows are creased and cracked,
Like the bulging buttocks of a dozen whiskey *****es.
And there are genuflecting ghosts
Of long-dead children in the closed-up chapel;
The cross of Christ is covered with burlap now.
I hear your crisis.
Scream loudly dead children of the night.
Scream out your guts.
Because I know your pain.
I remember the days they were born
Both in March, cold and rainy yet we were warm
Me a new dad and my love a new mom
Not knowing what to expect, trying to be calm
Jarret was the first, it was March 25th
Time seemed to linger, our long wait was no myth
But when he decided to take his first look
We both cried at our miracle, as if from a book
It’s the simple things, oh… the simple things
The next time we were old hands, but still a little scared
Wondering how it would turn out, our strength shared
The doctor and nurse seem to show no worry
When that heart monitor slowed down in a hurry
But then Anna came so quick on that March 29th
Our surprised little doc, still had her sweater on tight
It’s the simple things, oh… yeah, the simple things
The years go by fast, as everyone says
Somehow you don’t pay attention until, there it is
The first time he and I walked to our fishing hole
My buddy and me, him carrying his little pole
Jabbering away about the big one he’d catch
Me hanging on his every word, knowing this moment would be hard to match
It’s the little things, man I mean the little things
She was a cute little bug, always holding a kitty, puppy or such
She with her happy heart, I love her so much
The first to make friends with whomever she met,
Her big brown doe eyes are hard to forget
The next thing I knew he’s taller than me
With a voice as deep as the old man in the sea
His single word answers to questions left me craving more
It’s tough on a loving dad, but I know the score
She sings, oh.. how she sings wherever she goes
Our happy heart may someday star in the show
Later I pick her up and hear how the game went
Just listening to her joy, me ever so content
It’s the little things, those simple little things
I’m sitting in the car, waiting for school to abstain
‘Cause I don’t want him to have to walk home in the rain
He jumps in, looks at me and says, thanks pop
You know I love you, and that’s non-stop
It’s life’s little things…just these little things
It’s life’s little things…just enjoy the little things..
You start with nothing, eveything to be gained.' And so the journey begins..
Choices are some of the heaviest loads you will encounter alomg the way,
Bad choices, are the heaviest loads of all, these ones you can never put down'
And so you carry on getting richer, or poorer; what can the onlooker tell?
For they have their view, you have fame glam you have it made that's it to them,
They don't see the doubt, the compromises made in turning from early values'
The pressure to preform;becomes your norm, as an awful day begins its dawn
Rich in goods and low in spirit, 'friends' don't care as long as you are kept 'in it'
Long nights of glitz, days on the road; you need more space for the growing loads'
Eyes that burn with unshed tears, popping pills and snorting; don't quell the fears
Then there's a time when the dark one shows, he shadows your trail come or go
He sometime uses others eyes, when they look at 'you' he's there inside'
Its de ja vue, you know the score' you want out bad yet your'e soul's bit sore
He want's to take you to darker roads, lit by the perverted lights of evils glow
Let rage and anger surge inside, an excuse to cause hurt; and feed your pride'
Despair's a part, it lies in wait; when you see its face it will be too late'
There's a creeping lurking hideous thing. masquerading as your reality
Its name is sin' there's only one who really cares. He faced the cross & that
Same cold stare.. Its up to you; you know its true,
despite the fog in your mind And the day that's through' He can take the loads that you don't even own
Also all the things in your soul that's been sown, to cast them into the endless sea, so you can become rich with His Love that's free.'