Best Last Chance Poems
I don't want to say goodbye
I want to say I tried
I leave you with these prayers
These ashes that I see, that haunt me in my dreams
Must be the dreams that burn
The change your hearts will feel
The water that you drink
The food you choose to eat
Can change the path we take
I know you're only one
But many look to you
The choices that you make
The forests that they burn
For profits in the aisle
Make homelessness a curse
This fragile crust of earth
This precious place called home
Is gone in just a flash
The rising seas of change
Are flooding as I write
I put these words in ink
One poets only wish
Is that I show the world
The change begins with me
I sing for all to hear, it's not too late to act
Tho devastation is at hand, the tide can
slowly change, if each of you can see
The choices that you make
Will thunder 'round the world
10/31/16
Halloween Night, 2016
The smoke alarm goes off awakening me
I make sure my hubby is awake and grab my purse
Yes, my purse also called my suitcase by others
In my purse I have a change of undies, important
papers, and a weeks supply of medication for us both
Entry: "Last Chance Contest"
Sponsor: "Kristen Bruni"
Written: 02/06/2012
By: Carol Brown
WHEREVER IS WHENEVER
Whenever living begins to chase me
or whenever it attempts to erase me
whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection
I always run in the same direction
Whenever denial defies my ample need
Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed
Whenever I feel like an outcast from a righteous breed
I fly for the same heading with ferocious speed
Whenever the sun is conquered by the rain
Whenever pride conquers disdain
Whenever by hopefulness helplessness is slain
I run to the same source to heal my pain
Whenever I feel as though I cannot tread another misery laden mile
Whenever beauty begins to vie with the vile
Whenever boredom keeps the shadow stuck in one point on a sun dial
I chart a course wherein I am rewarded by a smile
Whenever stagnation prevents me from doing what I know how to do
Whenever frightening are the tarot cards that I drew
Whenever I awake to the promise of a sky that won’t ever turn blue
I run to my only source of confirmed comfort which is you
© 2012.......copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine, Patricia, Carol, Adeleke,
Krista, Trudi, Kristin, Bill, Shishir, Sami, James, Trudi and many, many others - who have
been so kind, supportive and appreciative both now and in the past. You are stars. I am in
your debt.
I know it's not the happiest piece, but it's what I have at the moment.
T.
Last Chance Saloon:
The deadbeat shuffle from Boardwalk to Boot Hill
Implores the synapse circuit of a short walk to the kill,
With one foot out of line one soon is gone
In Winter rains that fell all Summer long;
Never once did Zeus advise to pack a bag,
Only suck it up and tread the old main drag.
When first she shed her morals and her dress,
The channel burn adored her more than less,
Post-coital walks, romancing in the sun
Beat a path to living in the shadow of the gun;
As expectation always lets one down,
Rends the heart in two by softly skipping town.
From the stained-glass of an alcoholic haze
Wherein kaleidoscopic migraines snap and blaze,
The rusty barrelled gun scrapes at the head,
All the chambers full of coals and glowing red;
She resurfaces like some immortal doll,
And each bullet tastes of paracetamol.
So to raise the weary glass to mouth again,
To curse and toast her godforsaken name,
To down the medicine and down some more
And ride the bona-fide revolving bat-swing door;
Swear by saints alive to never leave this room,
No more chances left to chance in this last chance saloon.
Seperation, Isolation, Anticipation, Graduation Back to the world of lies and deceit Discerning, Concerning, Adjoirning, Yearning Weighing the words of everyone I meet Is this the one that will show me the way Or just one more pretender Gone before the end of the day Made a vow to all the god`s I know This will be my last appereance In this motion picture show With all I can muster And With all my might Stay the course Stand tall To make things right
Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze
ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall survive...as to my soul they arrived with much thanks
but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks
rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks
and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows
a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows
keeping me on my two FEETS' toes
fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos"
freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air
lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's
saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race
my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision
instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat
so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!"
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***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life. They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~
Got a call from you today
Took my hand, asked me for a dance
Euphoric, what more could I say
Thank you for this One Last Chance
So excited when I heard your voice
As you reached out your hand to mine
See, I need to be with you, have no other choice
We'll be together again, so now I'm feeling fine
I want this night to last forever
Want, with you, all night to dance
Hearts soaked with love for each other
Thank you so much for this One Last Chance
Well see, you've been in my dreams for awhile now
And my love for you has never faded
In my dreams, in love with you, I always drown
Been rescued from a world so jaded
All I wanted was to see you again
To be something more than friends
To confess my love, take a stand
So thank you for this One Last Chance
Ambiguity undefined
Overuled and underlined
by Blood red hair that hides
the ship that sunk in sea blue eyes
empty life and bursting heart
betrayed by senses in the dark
haunted by the righteous wrong
a strangled heart's silent song
I don’t have more friends than you do,
I’m trying to think this thing through,
One particular thought in my head,
Some things are better not said.
All alone, in the way
Brighter than pinheads,
Darker than day…
Climb up and give me your hand,
I’ll arrange everything to be planned,
Show some respect, as you said,
Love is a rudderless bed.
Hark back to rainbows,
Last chance for sunsets,
Bring back tomorrow,
And leave this behind.
Hark back to brainstorms,
Last chance for road trips,
Bring back tomorrow,
Let's take our last chance.
Last chance to show me your cards,
Can you tell me what is going around?
How many times have you bled?
Some things are better not said.
Last chance to save this,
Last chance to crave this,
It’s getting so lonely,
It’s been a long day,
Yes but there’s always,
The chance of a last chance,
It’s only the past tense
That gets in our way.
The words that cling to our hearts,
unspoken,
the ones that betray
and leave you broken.
You hold them close,
but then you find
that the words you need are undefined.
It’s hard to find something that makes you feel
that life truly matters,
that love can be real.
I used to have exactly that.
I threw it all away.
I was happy with what I had,
then led myself astray.
I wanted it back so badly.
I just needed the right word,
one that could say I’m sorry,
that my judgment had been blurred.
Words can describe so much,
but actions mean more.
I know that now.
It’s a truth
I can’t ignore.
There’s still so much to say,
and so much left to do,
and everything I’m doing now
is all for you,
so you can be happy again,
and we can finally live
the life we always talked about,
the one I wanted to give.
It’s not too late.
Please,
just take your time.
We can be together
forever,
like partners in crime.
Now I don’t know what to think.
I just want one last chance,
the one we talked about.
May I have this last dance?
There are still so many words clinging to our hearts,
unspoken.
I don’t want them to betray us.
I don’t want them to leave us broken.
Last chance for love
I know,
you want to take it real slow
and think about the future
but,
life passes by so fast
so, grab a hold while it lasts
don't miss the very last train
Don't keep on asking
if what we have is real
don't cause me any more pain
my love will always remain
If you try you can feel
Don't be out of touch
Please, don't, don't, think so much
Chorus
Can't you see,
this is our
last chance for love
Can't wait anymore
it's our
last chance for love
Can't you see,
this is our
last chance for love
Please,please,
take a hold, don't let me go
Please,please,please
say you won't go...
please
say you won't go
I'm still here waiting,
so, what do you say?
Have you made a decision?
Do you want to be with me
or, do you want to be free?
and stay with your,
friends at the party?
there's no more time remaining
it's time to climb aboard
no time for hesitating
I am your only man
why can't you understand
Why can't you see...
Chorus repeat
John Derek Hamilton
October21,2016
One Last Chance
I ask YOU GOD right NOW, for there is nothing righteous in me.
Please dear God, I admit my sin, fall fresh upon me,
my life by your spirit, and set my heart free.
Bless YOU GOD for against my enemies you defend;
blessing me with at times what seems to be hard...
but within YOUR Son Jesus I found a friend.
Thank YOU dear LORD refreshingly, a fresh start...more importantly for not bringing my life to and end.
I ask YOU NOW from the heart YOU gave,
remove the bondage of sin, from YOUR stance...
liberty please pronounce as I ask ONE LAST CHANCE.
Hear me as I beseech thee, for within me it behooves;
to come closer to YOU LORD
for it is you THAT IS IS THAT heals MY WOUNDS.
I look to YOU for there is no other;
for YOU are my FATHER, the GOD of my mother.
YOU are ALMIGHTY and there is none other like YOU.
YOU are the LIGHT and in YOU is ll TRUTH.
Majestic, and merciful for our forefathers YOU DELIVERd.
Flood my life with YOUR PRESENCE, allow the HOLY SPIRIT;
overtake me, as a river.
For my life, I AM in YOUR HAND...so enhance
Look down on me and give me ONE LAST CHANCE.
Give to me YOUR DIRECTIONs, and instruct me in the night seasons.
YOU CREATED me and know my thoughts, and my purpose is YOUR REASON.
Let me have the mind of YOUR SON JESUS as to the destruction of my yokes.
Cause building a house on any other ground besides THE SOLID ROCK is a joke.
I have felt the rebuke of YOUR LOVE, for YOU GAVE ALL that I may be joyful...a dance.
Lead me to the ROCK that IS HIGHER than I, and give me ONE LAST CHANCE.
When I ask of this chance I mean it, as it pertains to succeed.
For it is CHRIST who was CRUCIFIED, for my life too;
HE DID BLEED.
Cause for me if you will for YOU GOD KNOW;
my heart and spirit and their need to grow.
Please look on me with YOUR BLESSINGs to bestow.
Increase me with LATTER RAINS, so that I may sow.
Into YOUR KINGDOM, and to help those within my clan.
For YOU HAVE CAUSED all to be blessed.
We can use ONE LAST CHANCE.
LAST CHANCE AT LOVE
Winter sun startles ambitious songbirds,
Though their intent is sweet to see--
Bold trills freeze in their extended throats
A yesterday ago there fled a handsome thoughtless lover
Who left behind nothing but tears and broken brown debris
Frost was that deserter’s clever ally, effortlessly he bit
Tender Hands that tug love back
“Hopeless”—sizzled in a tunnel of ice
In white whispers:
“This is your last love”—
The epithet engraved in a tunnel of ice
a staggering truth that shreds the fragile heart
that fragile heart
once stalwart, now wounded past repair
but spring will come
it cannot be wished away by frosty breath
or raging tears
Brilliant blossoms of feathers tickle amusement
into the stodgiest wounded soul
Wayward orchard fragrances in dalliance entice the
Laggard heart—a bit of hope
but uncertain of the fortitude to breathe
Even the bleakest of hearts aches to be lilac and spring-whole
How much delight can be salvaged?
for a heart so oft wounded in despair?
How much sorrow spent can be cleverly disposed--
Granting a prayerful battered dreamer
A tiny whiff of just one more love affair?
1/25/2013 © Victoria Anderson-Throop
Took a long drive, ended upon an oceanview watched the sunset
decided writing my heart once again to you
my last letter had much conviction
read carefully now this needed petition
From our limited conversation
you said your in love
thinking of marriage
your happiness is sound
yet skepticism in your voice reads rebound
does second best constitute what you really miss
I've not forgotten, a few key things you really need
two and three a roof and family unity
the first, love without hesitation
before you accept vows from another
grant me this extra measure
take a last chance on me
let me prove to you I'm true
let me be the inspiration you really need
take a last chance on me
over and over within my mind
decisions I've made
recounting all wrongful actions
learning from elapsed time
corrected my crossed thinking
no longer mentally blind
today maturity lives strong
new direction, teaching, understanding
Past expressions are just reflections
views and opinions, everyone changes
we're no exceptions to the rule
judge me not by yesterday for today I'm someone new
as I'm sure are you
maybe much time has passed
maybe he fills the void in some ways
maybe he's got good intentions
but because he cant replace my crazy personality
you cant replace originality
maybe I shouldn't read things as deeply as I always do
maybe I should get on with finishing this song
and hope you'll come back too
can he make you laugh till you cry
can he make you cry with joy in your eyes
can he dance the night away
does he hold your hands in a guiding fashion
does he inspire you time after time
would he fight for your right
would he chase after a memory and stay dedicated to you
would he write his heart out just to show he's true
would he try to keep you always by his side
would he worship you the way I do
before you accept vows from another
grant me this extra measure
take a last chance on me
let me prove to you I'm true
let me be the Inspiration you really need
take a last chance on me
One last chance is all I ask
one last chance
one last chance is all I'm asking for
take a last chance on me
One by one they seize and plunder your soul
Wailing tormented screams from down below
The vile and fiendish are hovering all around
Gnashing their sharp teeth; fists they pound
Sinister apparitions are shadows in the night
Scratching and clawing with all their might
Careful or soon your path will lead you to them
Life will be futile when they choose to condemn
Run a righteous race or take a potluck chance
Satan's demons will take the lead in your dance
There's time to change your ways before they do
I thought you would heed my warning, if only you knew
October 23, 2020