Best Leave Well Enough Alone Poems
Instant friends,
We hit it off so well
Mutual encouragement
Lives starting to gel
In an instant gone
As quickly as it started
Reasons why unknown
Left in waters unchartered
(Chorus)
Can you drop me a hint?
Can you offer a smidgen?
Was it something I said?
Could it be my religion?
Something I should’ve done,
Or anything I can do
To know the reasons
For losing you?
Good if we could talk
Suss out issues ensconced
I’ve tried to reach out
But received no response
Finally thought it best
To leave well enough alone
So hard to accept
A friendship turned to stone
(Chorus)
Can you drop me a hint?
Can you offer a smidgen?
Was it something I said?
Could it be my religion?
Something I should’ve done,
Or anything I can do
To know the reasons
For losing you?
4/26/2020
Photo by Mikael Kristenson on Unsplash
Hoping and praying for peace, and peace of mind.
The earth disturbers are busy.
They will not leave well enough alone.
They do not work in harmony with nature.
Their idea of balancing out the
Eco system is to destroy it.
The earth disturbers are busy...
We who are trying hard to survive.
Will not rest until calm is restored to the planet.
They run amuck defiling and slaying every creature.
Every tree every lake, stream and river.
The earth disturbers are causing havoc
and smile at each successful misdeed.
Smiling at the ocean polluted.
Smiling at the elephant slayed;
Smiling at every tusk grabber,
at every dead whale, smiling at every abused child;
The earth disturbers are rejoicing.
For every human that falls prey to their wickedness.
The earth is bleeding.
People are dying for naught.
The whirlwind has been summoned.
Love has been abandoned for power and control.
By this depletion, pain is inflicted daily;
Vanity and, insanity is the order of the day.
Vainly misconstrued evil will be washed away.
With such a shaky foundation the destructive
arrogance of the earth disturbers,
is appearing everywhere.
A gaggle of Mad Scientists
Shrunk me down in size
Placed me in a tiny syringe
Injected me into a woman's mind
They gave me special instructions
While there to look around
Report back to them immediately
All the mystery's to be found
I entered into this giant room
Dozens of doors surrounding the sides
I believe to be the main control center
I am a man in a woman's mind
(Wait a minute...that doesn't sound right)
I skip the rooms RESENTMENT, JEALOUSY,and GOSSIP
No need to open those
I've seen what they can do to a person
Best to keep them locked and forever closed
I come to the door labeled SEX
Being a man I try the knob first
Of course it's locked so I knocked and knocked
Go figure, there was no answer...
Before I realized what I was doing
I opened the door labeled NAGGING
All my ears hear is Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
What in the world was I even thinking
I may be crazy but I ain't stupid
I also pass by the door I'M UGLY, I'M FAT
Why can't women see what the rest of us see
The inner beauty that they all seem to have
Right next door is the room that holds her feelings
I've never been so scared in my life
I do this in the name of science
And for the better of all mankind
As soon as the door swings open
I immediately break down and cry
I've got all of these mixed emotions
And I don't even really know why
I'm not sure if science was ready for this
As I climb out the ear canal blocked by a phone
Not much that a man can do in there
Best to leave well enough alone
Pandora's Equation
The box was beautiful.
It held everything ugly in one place.
It was meant to be a prison,
to create safety on the outside,
from everything on the inside.
Man can not leave well enough alone.
Woman... failed in paradise.
We were all thrown out, for sin.
The days come and go,
and our lives are shortened
in the grand landscape of forever.
Adam lived over 900 years.
Noah lived nearly...
or more so the same.
Now we believe
we are long in this world
at only 100.
Time is stretching and bending,
like the solar flares...
hitting the earth,
off and on for days at a time.
The heat rises,
the water... evaporates,
and our cry continues.
Myths are real,
based in historic shadows,
hidden just under the surface of the truth.
Atlantis slid off its access
and fell into the sea.
Let that be.
Now for you and me...
we wonder...
at the towers of Babylon,
the mighty giants of the past,
until the last of all of us,
has gone over the edge,
or vanished from their plan.
If someone offered me a crystal ball
so I can know what is in store for me,
the future I’d not want to know at all.
I love my life so what will be - will be.
So I can know what is in store for me,
I don’t need fortunes read. I’m getting by!
I love my life, so what will be – will be.
God knows my fate. On Him I must rely.
I don’t need fortunes read; I’m getting by!
I want to be surprised by each new day.
God knows my fate; on Him I must rely.
Leave well enough alone is what I’d say!
I want to be surprised by each new day.
The future I’d not want to know at all!
Leave well enough alone is what I’d say
if someone offered me a crystal ball.
June 18, 2017 for Eve Roper's Pantoum Form Contest
Theme: What Will Tomorrow Bring
In Lochness, an undulating giant lives;
legendary Nessie; giant oarfish or
prehistoric remnant?
No one knows for certain,
but he bothers no one; leave him be.
In mountainous terrain, walks the Yeti.
Part man; part beast; perhaps the missing link?
Science said of its remains,
“It is a relative of ancient polar bears”; perhaps.
In Jersey woods, people say a, “Devil” hides;
a new species or an experiment in genetics, gone awry?
There are many Doctor Moreau’s and Frankenstein’s,
in this world and they do,
abandon their mistakes.
Regardless, life is life and
it must be respected,
for harmony to reign.
What if cryptids aren’t myth?
People say, “You can’t cross a rabbit with a cat”,
but it has been done.
Perhaps humankind has made,
the mistakes of ancient ancestors;
maybe centaurs and fauns were once…real?
On such an old planet…whom can be certain?
Ancient texts and glyphs, speak of many things,
mythical and legendary and history does…repeat.
Someone had to tamper with genetics,
to discover that pig arteries,
can work in the human body;
that cow plasma, could too.
The human explores its world;
exploiting even ravaging other species,
without concern for the end result.
Perhaps, humans should leave, well enough alone.
“Nessie”, “Yeti”, “Jersey Devil”; cryptids,
like all life, should be free to live.
The human species,
is the most deadly and destructive,
of all predators.
Clearly, not the smartest, at times;
Not even with regard to, its other siblings.
Humans seem to obliterate everything, they touch;
never caring for the harm that they do…until it’s too late.
Even then, some never lend anymore thought, to their deeds.
viciously attacks the truth
can’t leave well enough alone
has no desire to build or create
tells lies more deadly than a knife or gun
never admits to having horns and a tail
filled to the brim with subtext
wants others to do the explaining
will stab you in jest
a master at proving otherwise
finds it feeble to give an apology
will sleep with just about anything
will bury you for free
People often judge each other according to their speech.
Your accent or your dialect it seems sometimes can breach,
The barriers of some protocol causing them to question,
The digits found in your I.Q. or how much education,
Could be lacking in your life or what could be your station.
Should they include you in their clique perhaps repeat Pygmalion?
Of course! That's it! Oh let's begin!
Oh this will be such fun! We'll take her in, teach her to blend,
Remake her head to toe! Refine her speech and then we'll teach,
Her when to speak and how, through us she'll reach a station close to ours.
But when at last the work is done and they see their creation,
And it's time for your debut, a kind of graduation,
You find that all is all in vain, you've done less good than harm;
For underneath you are still you, your speech is half your charm.
Why not leave well enough alone, to thine own self be true;
For nowhere else in all the world is there another YOU.
"Good Morning," she says with a smile that can light up a room.
I return her greeting and then we both continue our commute,
and that's the end of our conversation and interaction
until she arrives at her train station destination,
whereupon she once again smiles radiantly in my direction
and with a final good bye nod to me she exits the train at her station.
Her simple act of kindness starts my day always very welcoming.
It is one of the highlights of my day.
Physically and mentally exhausted is how I end every workday.
I wanted to thank this friendly stranger, but I should have left it alone.
This highlight of my day has gone away,
disappeared, vanished, gone,
and all because I couldn't leave well enough alone.
"For you," I said handing her a greeting card as she left the train.
Thanking me she departed. Since then things haven't been the same.
Now we rarely make eye contact. If we do it's awkward and quick.
One of the highlights of my day has all gone to ****.
I guess my thank you was received under the wrong impression.
In the greeting card I wrote the following inscription;
"I just want to take this opportunity to say
that when your pretty face and lovely smile greet me each day
that it is one of the highlights of my day.
Thank You,
for sending a little sunshine over my way.
My Very Best Wishes To You Always."
I just wanted to thank her and share my sincere appreciation,
but now I find myself asking myself the same question;
"What did I do that was so wrong?"
Oh yeah, now I remember.
I just couldn't leave well enough alone.
Patriot's Play Scheme
Should I make love or leave well enough alone?
Even though may be young teen or fully grown;
My decision, what things will it be affected by?
Nothing works out no matter how hard I try.
My life bottomed out and became abysmal,
Yet I will struggle and continue on still;
Even often by bad things I am bothered,
And may have hooped much and also hollered.
What must I make out of all this musty mess?
So I can be sure to obtain and reach success
After many great throws my balls would land
Exactly where I eagerly, earnestly had planned.
On one dastard day luckily learned how to dance;
In much more time, appearing to be a spance
I religiously became such a romantic soul
After one shot ball (Eagle) ended up in a hollow hole.
My worried mind became such a heavy load,
And I humorously decided to hit a long road
To recovery being that God and of course I
Won't use footballs having air in short supply.
Passes and drives landed which went so far;
After pretentious putts I made ended up par;
Personal sports psychology became prophetic;
Patriots play scheme seemed to be so pathetic.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Lilly wanted a teddy bear, so her Mom FunkunDilly gave her one.
Lilly kept telling me how she loved it, and was having so much fun.
Though strangely, she was keeping it, at Grandpa Troll’s bridge.
I couldn’t seem to, understand this at all, not even a small smidge.
She didn’t bring it home at night; she didn’t even drag it around.
She only visited it under the bridge, when Grandpa Troll was around.
Finally I ask her why she didn’t bring it home, to tuck it in at night.
She said it was a fragile thing, that couldn’t leave it mama’s sight.
This itself, should have told me it was better, to leave well enough alone.
But I was not the brightest thing, to reason out, what was being done.
So I invited Lilly, and her teddy bear, and all the Trolls, to come on a picnic lunch.
FunkunDilly ask for honey, lots of sushi, cookies, and baby bottles by the bunch.
Grandpa Troll laughed and said he’d come along, to see how this was done.
Sure enough the teddy bear was there… and his mama had ALSO come along.
Gurgling noises came from my mouth, and my hands had a life of their own.
It wasn’t long before I found myself on the ground, as I fainted with a groan.
When I awoke Mama bear was saying ‘how high strung these human creatures are!’
She won’t hurt my little one? Is she crazy, do you think? OH, is that a chocolate bar?
I tried to regain my composure… as I passed the honey to put on the chocolate bar…
So yes, we had a teddy bear picnic as Lilly’s Teddy and his mom became the stars.
We all discussed the weather, daytime soaps, and how honey works with crumbs,
Plus how to stop, our precious little ones, from constantly sucking on their thumbs.
Grandpa Troll was laughing about Lilly’s Teddy Bear Picnics for years to come.
And he thought I had handled it very well… even though at first I had succumbed.
In the end, leave it to a Baby Troll... to have a real Teddy Bear to love and hold...
Sometimes I try to figure out
what is going unsaid
But sometimes with the troubles I have
they are better left unsaid
Should I just give a card
and leave well enough alone
or throw caution into the wind
and break my silent growns
You indeed have found my full attention
and with it comes good intentions
But in all fairness I must first mintion
That a darkness is held over my commision
And what is my commision?
The pursuit of one who showed
a little intrest in me
A friendly conversation
a smile just ment for me
To think of you
I have new hopes
Day and night
You fill my dreams
But I have to face reality
About the illusive scene
And if my eyes deceived me
Then I beg you please forgive
Burn this note with all my pursuits
find my flatterings of so little use
Please treat me with as little abuse
As one who loved with little excuse
(Repost)
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the booze
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
My Wife did her homework.
She called my sister, who lived near my Mom on the coast.
"What kind of flowers does your Mom like?"
"Oh, she likes roses. Red ones. Whenever there are flowers in the house,
they're red roses."
My poor Wife bought my Mom a special bouquet of roses -- $62.34, including delivery...
"Do you like 'em, Mom?
"Like what?"
"Your present, Mom."
"What present?" What are you talking about?" I don't need your
presents." Click.
My wife looked at me, her eyes saying, "What did I do wrong?"
My look answered hers, "My poor Mom. No one understands her."
Can you imagine?
My Mother never even answered the door.
The flowers withered on the porch.
********
My poor Mom. No one understands her.
Her kids just won't leave well enough alone.
They bug her because she's never met the grandkids.
"Don't you get it? How many times do I have to tell you? I'm in no condition to receive visitors. I look terrible. I'm overweight. My hair's turned gray. I'm all bent over now. I'm having trouble moving in the morning and I'm not much better by midday either. I'm frankly cranky much of the time. And I have my daily routine. I've got to get my swim in, and my stock market research..."
"Mom, we're gonna send you something special this Mother's Day. We
hope you'll like it."
"But I don't need anything special. I don't want anything special. I don't
want ANYTHING!"
"Yeah, Mom, but---'
"But nothing! I told you that I don't want any Mother's Day presents. You're
my son. You need to respect my wishes."
"Sure, Mom. Sure. So, about those stocks, Mom..."
"...And then they went ahead anyway and got me those flowers. Wasted all
that money. And my son had said, "Sure, Mom." So, he lied to me. "I'm
telling you those kids just don't get it..."
My poor Mom. No one understands her...
"And THEY'RE going around with THEIR feelings hurt?!"
Can you imagine?
THAT MOMENT WHEN: you get a grip of reality
& the segments of the figment of your imaginary,
turns out to be nothing more than your FANTASIZED creativity
THAT MOMENT WHEN:you come to the realization
you're being simple...but you could care less about a moral or a principal
THAT MOMENT WHEN: you stare in his eyes & visualize
what could be,falsely...the indecency...
THAT MOMENT WHEN: you accept your visual blindness
to be your weakness... the hassel for the Mistress
who is now the Ex
The Example of why you should never TAmper and leave well enough alone when its all said and done He's sure to go Home