Best Look At It This Way Poems
I Should Have, Pen In Hand, Wet Paper As Before
Mercy, what a sad loss, no ink had stained white page
and rolling stone catches no moss, cries wise old sage.
I should have, pen in hand, wet paper as before
for my vanished bits fled to invisible shores.
I have new computer, paid for with extra cash
ah but, such did nothing to stop the recent crash!
So with this information I will now stack up
wet ink stained pages as my non-digital back up.
Maybe even carve important verse in hard stone
losing precious time, I see, I was not alone.
Add that crash to old poet's other worldly woes
with the other sad troubles we verse writers know!
Fear not friends, lesson learned from digital loss.
Cavities are an ugly bane, so please do floss.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2018
Sonnet, ( Wisdom to be cautious is a gift )
Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 128
Note: Now with very little precious time to be on board here, this site's recent crash gained in importance to me. Waking this morn at 2:15 am I logged on to read here and decided to write a bit.
Looking back at it now, I see a valuable lesson learned.
And I'd much rather get hit by a little pebble than a large boulder...
I guess my grandfather's advice applies here. He said, Son look at it this way,
when your world seems too dark and sad troubles are at your door,
remember they come and go and are clear evidence that you are still alive- so be grateful for that..
EVERY BODY'S NEW YEAR.
There is something, something going on
No one knows it, but something is wrong
Everybody around to end the year
Celebrating this year last cheer
Counting from 10-1, forgetting 2012 is near
The ignorance of this world has hit again.
Spreading happiness through every window pane
Sending hugs and kisses to every friend
Forgetting the feelings of the times we felt insane
Relaxing to the joy we create.
Acting like we enjoyed every day.
Passing smiles on this one day
This day, the whole world celebrates
For this one day we all await
Asking to shake the hands of the ones we hate
Forgetting about the worlds ~2012~ due' date
Cheer from me before it gets too late
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,,1
Kiss, Kiss, Hug, Hug
Happy new years, everyone!
By-gones~ be bygones
Cheers, cheers, toast your beer.
My new resolutions list is here.
In one blink of the eye its over
And a new year begins..
Look at it this way, we have 365 days.
To say life stinks all over again.
Happy new years to that, my friend!!
~ SKAT ~
12-30-1999
Boss, being as this is leap year
and Feb 29th is an extra day
do I have to work tomorrow?
tomorrow being an EXTRA day
He says, take your appeal
to the big man upstairs
he invented 365 days
and these pesty leap years
With all due respect, I reply
I thought it was the Greek culture
Not the the big man upstairs
that invented "time" as we know it
(I didn't REALLY say that, I just thought it)
BUT, I say, it's an EXTRA day
kinda like SATURDAY?
do you expect me to work
SATURDAY?
So he says, look at it this way
most months are 30 or 31 days long
so really, you are working a short month
only 29 days long
I have to admit
this crap makes sense
so I give up my appeal
concerned that I might
if I don't keep quiet
end up owing money in the deal
To my best friend, JAM… I know you’re tired and your soul is weary; twenty three hours
Of each day you’re alone and in that cell. But be strong and know that you’re really not alone
If you could only look at it, this way..alone, away from the others, you are safe..away from
Deeper trouble..soon you’ll be going home. Although my heart is heavy,
I am sure your cross is far heavier than mine. I tried to find a song that would tell you that
you are loved and I chose this Please read these words to this song,
“I’ll stand By You” by The Pretenders
Written by HYNDE, CHRISSIE/KELLY, TOMSTEINBERG, William E/
They don’t play it often on radio stations anymore, so I’m posting the lyrics instead.
Oh, why you look so sad, the tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now, and don’t be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through, ‘cause I’ve seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you, you don’t know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less.
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you, won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
So if you’re mad, get mad, don’t hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey there, what you got to hide?
I get angry too, well, I’m a lot like you
When you’re standing at the cross roads
And you don’t know which path to choose
Let me come along, ‘cause even if your’re wrong
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you, won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Even to your darkest hour, and I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you
And when, when the night falls on you, baby
You’re feeling all alone, you’re wandering on your own
I’ll stand by you…………
Not everyone can live life in the “intense” mode
It taxes their emotions, and that they cannot bode
They want to be laid back and take things in their stride
So they tuck away their hearts and then run and hide
Intense people are a drain of time and energy
But if you want to see intense, take a look at me
Moments in life with emotions and thoughts are laced
Intensity kisses time, makes it sweetly paced
Sometimes my intensity…can be quite "INTENSE"
Embodiment of passion: woman with no "sense"
But look at it this way, and then you’ll get it right
Passion should be intense, anytime day or night
Think of it and imagine… that long scorching kiss
When you are pleasured, intensity you’ll not miss
Think of how you’re wanted with intense desire
Intensity makes eternal flames from fire
Intensity of thought will make you feel profound
It’s what will make you soar high...up above the ground
Intensity gives meaning to moments in time
Makes you intensely long to live in the sublime
Intense adoration will be a nat’ral thing
Love will be intense and fulfillment it will bring
Intense caressing: love making to the extreme
Desire drenched in real life and not just a dream
Intense, intense, a curse or is it a blessing sweet?
Well, I guess you’ll never know, until Eileen you meet! ;)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
"You've got six months, nine at the most.
If you opt for chemo, we could stretch it some.
Maybe a couple of years,
but first six months of serious treatments."
When he said nine months
I thought that's the normal prenatal life
So I have possibly a pregnancy left.
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
Let's see two years minus six months
minus maybe some more for recovery from chemo.
Or nine months of wondering,
could this be the day?
My neighbor was sick as a dog for most treatments.
She couldn't eat; she couldn't sleep.
Just a forever burning sensation, dry, lifeless, pain
My cousin said his was not so bad, but
then he died only two months afterward,and
they had said he might live five years.
My last nine months, what will I do?
I will get ready to die - prepare to enter a new life.
Wait a minute ...
I am doing that already ever since
I decided to put my trust in God's Son.
My eternal life began at that moment sixty years ago.
I will tell everybody I know how good God is.
But I have cancer; is cancer good?
I look at it this way.
Cancer is a chapter -
the last nine months of my life on earth.
It defines me and with
God's help I can deal with it -
without chemo.
He has a plan and cancer is
part and parcel of it.
The rest is just guesswork.
Catalan moderniste
Or Art Nouveau catalyst
Extravagent and ornate-
Fantastic,eclectic & surreal
Sculpture,gardens & cathedral
Antoni Gaudi (1853-1926)Spanish archtect-neo baroque
My life is like a puzzle,
That doesn’t seem to fit.
Trying different pieces,
Completing it bit by bit.
Some pieces go here and some go there,
This is driving me crazy.
But I know I have to finish it,
So I can’t afford to be lazy.
My life is like a puzzle,
But when you look at it this way,
It’s also like the Earth,
Changing everyday.
When they saw you, they kicked you out of the place.
Nobody inside the joint desires to see your face.
You were found guilty of a patron’s infraction.
Ostracism has been the result of this action.
The house does not want scavengers around the machines.
Taking unclaimed money results in undesirable scenes.
This hotel casino is one you must be passing.
If you are found inside, you will be trespassing.
Well, for something good, look at it this way:
When you go home, you will not be broke today.
Bathtub of Trump
Bathtub of Trump's did have dirty scum;
Did not clean like someone who is dumb;
Was an old fart,
Having no heart;
Someday soon wish he would succumb.
Jim Horn
We have a Grand Strand in Myrtle Beach, SC
just south of us here in Bolivia, SC
My poetry performance is glorious and grand,
And has been catching up with Brian Strand;
Do duty diligent,
With your consent;
Soon should become leader of poetry band.
He has turned off his comments. I do not have
anything to worry about. I hardly ever receive
any at all.
Jim Horn
“It’s the poet’s job to figure out what’s happening within oneself, to figure out the connection between the self and the world, and to get it down in words that have a certain shape, that have a chance of lasting.” —Galway Kinnell
At first, my each poem can be confined;
Then came automatically out my mind;
One must read,
That you need,
And a desire to write poem you did find.
I really am so busy writing poems that
I hardly have any time to read those of
others. Look at it this way.
I will listen to my TV everyday,
To hear what they have to say;
Expound upon,
Until all gone;
On your mind my poem did play.
Jim Horn
For God am on a constant quest;
He is one this earth has blessed;
Here temporary;
To heaven carry;
Anywhere on earth will be best.
Jim Horn
Could Be Class Action
In part of a second being a fraction,
The following has been my reaction;
Advantage did take;
Made a big mistake;
Females should start a class action.
Jim Horn
Still over daily limit of ten. Oh, well.
re-post inspired by Nicola's contest
now
and then
better yet,
once in a while
it's now or never;
a will oer the wisp thing
here today,gone tomorrow
as with yesterday's newspaper
buried deep into today's troubles
My friend,today will soon be tomorrow
if you stop crying into today's beer,
lift your head,see the wood from the trees,
a rolling ball gathers no moss,
stop crying over split milk;
and look at it this way,
you know it makes sense,
get a grip lad;
forgive her,
forget
her
(I wrote this for my good friend Jeremy, God bless him always)
An inspiration, a motivation.
He's one of my great little creations
The music inside him
is the voice that defines him.
It comes from his soul
and has taken control
and it's brought him so far,
he doesn't know where to go..
I tell him don't worry,
come on, what's the hurry?
Can't you see? to everyone, you look so blurry.
You're way up ahead
and they try to reach you
but you just keep going
like nothing can beat you.
So look at it this way
you're leading them your way
and it's taking them far,
much farther than their way.
So keep going your way
and then guess what I'll say
As you keep coming my way,
I promise that I'll stay.
These parent try to tell their kids that they are imuture, but parents dont look at it this way, When a 17(Girl) and a 19(Boy) year old couple take their love to the next level by having a baby and getting married, the parnet thinks they can still control the 17 year old girl, But she doesnt understand how they can tell her what is right and what is wrong, When they make gambleing their top pioratiy. At Least the 17 year old girl and the 19 year old boy doesnt put gambling as their top prioratiy or even think about it. They try to tell her and him what to do with their money and then they have enough balls to ask if they can have money from them and they always say NO because they no where it will go and the parents get mad.... So who is the muture one here in this sitution??? Comment with any advise
“It’s OK to be sad...”
It’s OK to be sad, for then happiness is given its proper perspective;
although it might not seem that way right now, when up feels only
a bit less down.
Down there is not the best place to be, at least when you’re there; but
it gives your feet a place to stand while the hunger pains of sorrow
churn you up inside.
Look at it this way: come what may, up there beckons and calls, a land
of sunlight that you’ll explore in due time, when your tears stop making
the steps all slippery.
And when you walk again on pastures green, with a warm back and
breezy stride, keep a little of the sadness in a box inside just to check on,
now and then.
It’s a reminder of Will Shakespeare’s sage advice to disengage the
gears between the ears (I know it’s hard): Nothing is good or bad but
thinking makes it so.
Look At It This Way
Look at it this way
Son won't show his report card;
What will you do next?
Severely punish;
Send him to bed with no food;
We should do to Trump.
In infantile stage;
Seems to be his latest rage;
Turn book to next page.
Am sure you will find
Trump's idiosyncrasies;
Defense mechanisms.
An inferior complex
And so much low self-esteem;
Always abnormal.
Without any doubt
Should impeach and then throw out;
Wash him from our hair.
James Horn