Best Look On Poems
In back of the crowd looking on
dreaming of being out in front
no longer lingering in shadows
of one like you
Eyes fixated on pirouettes
every step in perfection
lace floating through air
letting out you
Flights fought in fright
feet trapped in cobwebbed lies
wishing to be like that
where one can fly
Courage dipped in spiked punch
enough to disappear
lost in pristine palace halls
midnight echoes call
Running past doubts
that trickle tirelessly
freedom never lasting
never catching
not ever reaching for you
In back of a crowded room
I still look on
A loveable man was Janitor Stan
Ever willing to help to give and serve
A gentle man of modest plan
With never a protest, frown or reserve
Always saw the brighter side of life
Though his cards were not dealt from the top of the pile
In that testing game of blood and strife
Played them with a cheerful acceptance and smile
When his ship foundered in the South China Sea
Then held guest by the Empire of the Sun
With hosts of stern hospitality
He confronted his fate ‘til the contest was won
Later asked about pain and hardship faced
His reply: “it was a beautiful place”
It's a wonder how we get through life's start
with tears flowing from the first depart
but still we take that breath and bravely forge ahead,
wondering what we could have done instead.
We cry, we shudder and we laugh,
we eat, we grow and pass a little gas;
we study and we learn then easily forget
just what the purpose of it all was, and yet -
we search for it, hold it briefly in our hands
grasping for love to be near where we stand;
but so quickly does the time flow steal it all away
and the past seems nothing but a game we played.
Hold on tight, you never know what is to come
perhaps the journey's just begun.
It's the only way to, you know!
My favorite funny reality song of all time.
Monty Python's Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_-q9xeOgG4
The Look On My Child’s Face…
Just yesterday I noticed a look of
love on my child’s face.
This happened in a most “ordinary place.”
It was in our home.
A place by God’s design.
I felt God speaking to my heart
this particular time.
I didn’t take any time to
stop and realize,
The look of love and innocence
in my child’s eyes.
“Am I being the kind of Dad
God wants me to be?”
“Am I being an example of Christ
for my child to see?”
Have I been demonstrating my
God-given ability,
teaching my kids God’s love,
and responsibility?
May a Christ-like life in my kids
be clearly seen and understood,
As one day they will
grow into adulthood.
I hope that one day my
Children will say:
“I want to be like my Dad-
every single day!”
By Jim Pemberton
Never Look On Trouble (Children's song)
(Music and lyrics by Joan Donnelly written 1982)
Verse 1:
If there's a song in your heart nothing can keep you apart
From love ,real love
If there's a tune in your ear, a lightness in your step- suddenly appears
Chorus:
Never look on trouble but always on the love that fills the air
It's everywhere, everywhere
Verse 2:
If you've a melody m all the world will see-you're wrapped in love, real love
If there's a rainbow in your eye, the clouds will -in confusion-roll on by
2nd Chorus:
Never look on trouble but catch a glimpse of love that fills the air
It's everywhere, everywhere.
Love is what's experienced when you sing a song
A song joyful and friendly,
Come on sing along
Never look on trouble but always on the love that fills the air
It's everywhere, It's everywhere, Everywhere.....(then whispered loudly) Love is everywhere!
I formed a pre-teen, all girl choir in the 80's. I called them Rainbow and they performed publically songs I'd composed. We had a lot of fun and I am still in touch with most of them
When the kids are complaining
'cause it won't stop raining,
To be stuck indoors just sucks.
Don't let them pout,
Instead point out,
It's lovely weather for ducks!
When you're feeling blue
'cause your bills are due,
And you've got more checks than bucks,
Don't take to drink,
Count to ten and think,
It's lovely weather for ducks!
When you've burned the toast
And ruined the roast
'cause you just can't cook for shucks,
Lift up your chin
And order in,
It's lovely weather for ducks!
When your spirit's poor
'cause your job's a bore,
Your career is at its crux,
Just smile and shrug,
Lots of dough in drugs,
But before your self-esteem self-destructs,
Please remember this bit,
Not all drugs are legit,
And besides that's a business for schmucks.
So stay on the right side,
And look on the bright side,
Somewhere,
It's lovely weather for ducks!
I could tell from the look on his face that things were not going his way, the numbers have been overwhelming but the people have been deceiving him; some people with bad intention tells him what he wants to hear but the reality is finally drawing near and redemption is shouting at the window but I could not tell from whence came that unpredictable sorrows.
The luster has gone out of his face and there was no music in the place and the universe was beckoning him to come. But he was reluctant to move. For one brief moment my eyes met his and the pupil and the retina began to sing without a specific rhythm. Something was not right and all of a sudden a shadow stood by his side and covers him.
The evening drags on and he stumbles along. He stands on the stage with a strange look in his eyes as if someone for him had just died, his droopy eyelid sagged and the hair on his head lay flat and the suit that he was wearing laid haphazardly on him as if he was drinking.
The strength and power have gone out of his voice and the purpose has already die and the people were screaming and shouting but he could not hear them. He stood and stared blindly at them as if he wanted to cry but the tears could not flow.
The night kept rumbling on and I could hear a distance song but I could not tell where it was coming from. I could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t have enough strength to complete the race. He was just going through the motions with solidarity in his heart but from the look of things he was running out of steam. The jokes were gone and his words were falling on the ground and the message was nowhere to be found.
I could tell from the look in his eyes that the rivers have gone dry not one single tear could be found in his eyes; the people's laughter have faded, the shouts and screams have died down and gossip starts circling around. Election was definitely not on his agenda something bigger than that had captivated his mind.
I have never seen him like that before with that sad droopy look on his face, you had better take him to golf court to recuperate before he drops out of the race.
I could tell from the look on his face that he detests being in that place and he was just going through the phase. Reality is just setting in and he has committed a woeful sin. It is time to start the orchestra.
The Look On My Child’s Face…
Just yesterday I noticed a look of
love on my child’s face.
This happened in a most “ordinary place.”
It was in our home...a place
by God’s own design.
I felt God speaking to my heart
this particular time.
I didn’t take any time to
stop and realize,
The look of love and innocence
in my child’s eyes.
“Am I being the kind of Dad
God wants me to be?”
“Am I being an example of Christ
for my child to see?”
Have I been demonstrating my
God-given ability,
teaching my kids God’s love,
and responsibility?
May a Christ-like life in my kids
be clearly seen and understood,
As one day they will
grow into adulthood.
I hope that one day my
Children will say:
“I want to be like my Dad-
every single day!”
By Jim Pemberton
The rain taps on the window, the sky is dead and grey,
I explain to my children that we can't go out today,
No walking to the local shop to buy the boring food
the co-op where it's overpriced and all the staff are rude,
The t.v's on a children's show and out the music blares,
we have this on so often that we should have bought some shares
I change the childrens nappies and then I get them dressed
the youngest is quite willing though the eldest not impressed
the fire burns in the fireplace and the lamp lights up the room
a bright and cheery setting like a beacon in the gloom
I look around at my kids, playing and squealing with glee
and despite all the rain of the miserable day, there's no place I'd rather be!!
Sometimes, I waste time and it drives me crazy
I’ll try to smile and listen to music that will uplift me,
Otherwise, I’m doing well and I know God is looking after me
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Everything is alright…”
I tried to know the difference between wrong and right
I take a look at pictures in the past
My friends had a wonderful time while I feel lower than them
My heart splits into two…to know that I don’t have anything to do…
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Everything is alright…”
I’ll have to wait until my family arrives…
Finding friends is like a goose chase…you must catch one
Before he or she slips away from your hands
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Everything is alright…”
Your presence lingers around me and I don’t feel alone
This sickness that I have had brought me on a low level
Fight this battle that has been overpowering me, Lord
Even if I’m surrounded by people I know, I still would feel not a part of them
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Look on the brighter side”
I have become a moaner,
Huffing, puffing, growling, groaner
I find it hard to bend and stretch
My dog is too old to 'Go fetch'
'You fetch yourself.' my old pooch said.
As he snuggled up in his doggy bed.
I totter outside to get the paper,
That's lying on the lawn
It's poured with rain, the newspaper is wet,
Dirty, tattered and torn,
It was beyond redemption
Too far gone to read
Another bone of contention
Just what I need.
I can hear the telephone ringing,
From inside the house
My ears are stinging
Where is my spouse?
I try my best to hurry,
To answer the phone
If someone doesn't answer it,
They will think we are not home.
It is no use calling my husband,
Because he is stone deaf.
Not only is he deaf, he is losing his mind,
If truth be told, we are two of a kind.
I must try not to grumble, mutter and complain,
I must get more positive if I want to stay in the game.
Life is what you make it. I understand why that is so,
To look on the bright side is the best way to go.
I need to find a way to open up to you…open me up like a corridor in the Castle of
Freedom – why are you stuck in place while I am free in space?
I need to grasp reality…I never really saw the good, brighter side of reality in the
first place
Someday, you’ll stray with me into the fields of fervor-blossoming flowers …I
pray…I pray that our happiness will never last!
Somehow, you’ll empathize what kind of hardships I’m going through at this
present time and what issues I will be dealing with in the future…time’s ticking away
oh so fast
*Chorus*
Oohh I knew you would come back
Oooh I knew you would come back to me…
Sometimes, I wonder if you love me or if you just pretend to love me so
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
There’s days when I feel positive when you’re around, but I have to-to go…
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
Someday, you’ll stay here with me…I pray…I pray that day would come someday
Somehow, you’ll see me through the pain…dismiss the ghosts of the past…
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
Someday, you’ll sit here and say what you wanted to say to me – there’s no need
to feel dismay
Some say “you must pay the price one way or another”, but I say take your time
and let your happiness never last
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
I’m no longer that magazine, alone on the magazine rack
V.4 (bridge): I searched for you night and day
S-so dedicated to you…on my own, I was gravity-bound…
All along, you were by my side along the way!
S-so afraid to lose you – I’m not a champion; lost and never found…
But, I’ll keep trying to look at the brighter side of life
What’s the point of being a victim to depression and loathsome strife?
You're a friend, not a foe
Let your affection and effulgence show
Just yesterday I noticed a look of
love on my child’s face.
This happened in a most “ordinary place.”
It was in our home...a place
by God’s own design.
I felt God speaking to my heart
this particular time.
I didn’t take any time to
stop and realize,
The look of love and innocence
in my child’s eyes.
“Am I being the kind of Dad
God wants me to be?”
“Am I being an example of Christ
for my child to see?”
Have I been demonstrating my
God-given ability,
teaching my kids God’s love,
and responsibility?
May a Christ-like life in my kids
be clearly seen and understood,
As one day they will
grow into adulthood.
I hope that one day my
Children will say:
“I want to be like my Dad-
every single day!”
By Jim Pemberton
My wife picked up the phone and called her friend Lucy
Said we'll be in your haunts, we're coming to D.C.
"We found a hotel in Largo, it has a large pool
It will take our dog, and the kids don't have school."
Lucy replied "Largo hotels shelter many an illegal
"I suppose you picked it because it will allow your beagle
"Anyway, not all illegals are guilty of vice
DHS is cracking down, plus some are really nice."
"One point" Lucy added, "don't walk outside:
"Largo's poor, and lots of crime beside"
"And" said Lucy, don't park in the back of the hotel...
"Thieves will rip off your car, and parts they'll resell
"There's nice shopping, but a gang hangs out at the mall
"They sometimes get violent, but police are on call
"I bought shoes there, it's nice - oh if you take the train
"Just avoid the bad types, stay in your lane."
My wife is an optimist, she said Lucy was upbeat
But the devils in the details, I was white as a sheet
I switched our reservation to Rockville MD
Hard to believe that our capital is Washington, D.C.
I looked up Largo, its known as really bad
But many towns are runners up, it's really sad
I've been told by folks who visit Europe's east
They have safer, prettier cities, relatively at least.
The U.S. is a checkerboard, some squares are alright
But 40 percent of us fear going out at night
I used to think we were a center of freedom and right
But dystopia reins, the future's not bright.