Best Luck It Poems
If there should be a pot hole as deep as Satan’s pit
appearing as I’m driving, I’d run right over it!
My husband’s luck is worse than mine, but we’re a package deal.
So every bad thing that befalls him, I can also feel!
One day I lost my best cat ever; needing a new pet,
I looked and looked to find a cat, the best that I could get.
One person getting desperate with no new owner found
was feeling sad he’d have to take his poor cat to the pound.
His cat , though not a lap cat, was pretty, sleek and black.
The guy was leaving town; there’d be no way to give her back!
I like to look to numbers for the logic that they show.
Two negatives makes positive; that’s one true fact I know!
So if a person has bad luck, it stands to reason that
perhaps his bad luck could reverse by having a black cat!!
I got that cat! She loudly purrs, which I find comforting
It’s like my mom is right nearby with lullabies to sing.
The cat’s my charm when in my arms; my luck has turned around,
for she’s become the second best of cats I ever found!
So if with many problems you’re always getting stuck,
just get yourself a big black cat to cancel out bad luck!
For the Create an Idiom Contest of Jesse Day
(For those who don't know about this contest, the title is an idiom I made up for this poem)
What bad luck it was to be born in this land.
A countless number of knights have stood to take a stand.
Yes, through the years, there have been very large hordes.
They all come after me with their armour and swords.
At least one guy living in that castle is a liar.
It is not true that I abduct damsels and breathe fire.
With my long green tail covered with scales,
I have been the subject of some lousy fairy tales.
There is not one solitary moment I can have for my own.
Why don’t these chivalrous clowns just leave me alone?
Personification of a dragon
Down in the dark
where we live and we breathe.
in a place where most,
could never believe.
Through the smoke and the dust
by our blood and the rust.
Hear the clanging of steel
and in your chest you can feel.
the rumbling of the ground
with it's menacing sound
for where no one has been
is where our treasures be found.
We truck and we toil
we muck and we moil.
May our luck it be royal
and not leave us
stuck in the soil.
For the path that we walk
which leaves us unseen
tucked far away
down in some machine.
Isolated from all
and free at our most
but not free at all
for the shadow
is always close.
Stalking and waiting
for mistakes you'll be making.
It's grip near your neck
reaching for a wreck
But you must be better
and play your cards right.
If you're gonna forever
live where it's night
and on the top of your head
is your one light
and your only chance,
to win this fight
So when the blast sounds off
and you can't chase that cough
when it's strange to see no dirt under your nails
and you no longer care,
for telling tales
Get yourself some sleep,
you'll be up with the sun.
Cause tomorrow.
There's much more work to be done.
The Power That Can Save Me..........Hello.....is.......The Power The Power That "Made a Tree"!!!!!The Power that made "The Moon,The Earth,The Sky,and "All" Creation,and brought all of that into being,and can cause it "Not To Be"has no problem saving you and me!!! If it was not for bad luck"I thought I would have no Luck at all,but when I suddenly had some "Good Luck",it caused my bad luck to fall!!The bad luck fell,and good luck is a memory that I just cannot forget:It is like the happiness that we have when we get our first "Pet"!!Bad Luck will probably try to make another call,but now that I have had,and know "Good Luck" I can really believe,and say that "Good Luck Trumps All"!!! Let us have ourselves a "Ball"as we always remember The Good Luck"that caused "The Bad Luck" to "Fall"!!!A Squirrel cracked,and busted a nut,and when we see that happen we see the power that is in you and me,and I "Love "The One who "Created""The Tree"!!!! "The Hospital Brings in "SICK Bodies",and makes a collective effort to try and fix ,and heal those sick bodies! "THE ONE WHO MADE THE TREE" can heal those who are the staff in "THE HOSPITAL",and the patients too: because "The One Who Made The Tree made life itself,and "He Lives":and is "Filled with "Mercy,and Grace" as we "Achieve Something Good"and "Thereby Become A Part Of That Which Is "The Most Beautiful!I Love The One Who Made The Tree: I know that he can save "You and Me"! Be Ye not "Conformed"but Be Ye "Transformed" by "The Renewing Of Our Minds!
First day on the job, to deliver the mail,I got the nightshift. Ah! Come on!
I drew the job, to drive to the next town, thru The Haunted Forest Prime!
You know the one, yep, The One, used in the famous ‘Wizard of Oz’!
It's Haunted, You Know! As they reminded me so, for the hundredth time!
But Don’t Be Afraid! They said, the truck carries a reliable computer guide.
Those always work, one did smirk. Plus, the truck’s full of ghost fighting gear.
They said Never Fear! Their thoughts would be near! As they’d stay in touch!
They loaded the truck with Holy Water, Not forgetting a ‘blessed silver cross’!
Then came Rabbits foots, silver bullets, and all. Yea! You know, What I mean!
They’d put aboard, all sorts of things considered really good luck, it seems.
Then they piled all the mail into a pouch, Plus more charms, and magic aplenty.
Yea Right! I said, as the sun went down, and the mist rolled out, of the forest!
Oh! Did I state that it’s All Hollow’s Eve, and the veil is thin between worlds!
The prediction is, the Undead from Potters Hill, will be extra bad, they fear!
A new Sorcerer’s in town, and he’s been fooling around, here and everywhere!
Dracula’s here, he’s searching near, he wants Van Helsing’s famous daughter!
But, Rabbit feet don’t save Rabbits, and Wicked Witch’s control lesser magic.
So They said speed is the key. Don’t worry! The little truck reaches twenty-three!
Down hill is best, moving roots can trap and flying monkeys are mean, aplenty.
Plus they put weights on the wheels so I won’t get carried away, near so easily!
But keep foremost, in mind, the credo, you know, ‘The Mail Must Get Thru!’
Be strong in thought and spirit, they sang as they ran to the buildings’ safety as…
Eyes peared out of the forest! What? You thought me, dumb as a box of rocks?
Never fear, My Dear! I took the freeway around it! Oh! And I have a surprise!
Yep! I’m Van Helsing’s Famous Daughter, who’s embarked on this ride!
The trip back will be mine to command! Just think what you’d miss…
If I hadn’t said this… And they’ll be expecting me to come from this side!
So bow your heads, and say a prayer, for my Tri-um-phant trip, My Dears!
And as they say ‘The Mail Must Get Thru!... Well, it will, at least this year!
NEVER venture outdoors when it's raining cats and dogs
It rained cats and dogs during a drought and the farmers were NOT amused
It rained cats and dogs and the county WORKERS were not amused
However they were grateful because there had been recent layoffs
Due to inflation, every time it rains it rains, quarters from heaven
When Gene Kelly sang in the rain he got arrested for disturbing the peace
So Donald O’Conner had to take over and HE got arrested for public intoxication
So they asked Debbie Reynolds and she said, ‘You have GOT to be kidding... I just got my hair done’
Every time it rains, it rains pe…Ouch (THAT’S gonna bruise)
Just my luck…It rained pennies from heaven and I forgot to turn my freekin' umbrella upside down
Due to inflation in now rains quarters from heaven (Dude, you seen the price of UMBRELLAS lately?)
Sure wish it would rain on somebody ELSE’S parade for a change
Once it HAILED on my parade (The floats sustained irreparable damage and there were minor injuries)
Nobody’s gonna rain on MY pa…(Uh, God…You forgot to clear this with Mother again didn't you?)
Submitted for:
‘Poem: Rainy Days’ sponsored by Leonora Galinta
Poor old Guido Fawkes who was born up in York
fought in Spain, rebel flame there was lit
and though it is known as the 'eighty year's war'
when he came back he hadn't aged a bit.
With Wintour and Catesby , they all hatched a plot
to send all of our MP's to hell
and only Lord knows if
with all that explosive
with more luck it would have gone well.
Fawkes heard people coming
who were checking the plumbing, their footsteps were near ,
and much louder.
Instead of the rats and occasional cat, they found
several tons of gunpowder.
And trapped in the cellar that unlucky fellah
no chance of receiving a pardon,
midst the hot dogs and beer
is punished each year
on a bonfire in my neighbour's garden.
The Martin family lived in a rented house across from us,
and some of the kids were forced to sleep in a converted bus.
There were thirteen kids ‘hell raising’; every one I got to know,
but the two I hung around with were Alec and his brother Joe.
Joe was not a handsome looker but did very well at school,
he scored high marks in sums and would never play the fool.
Joe worked odd jobs around the town and was careful with his money,
but Alec who was my age - well, he was not a clever ‘bunny’.
Alec led Joe on a merry dance long before he’d turned eighteen,
and he always carried big ideas, leaving Joe to fix his dream,
then walked away to tramp the country with a swag and billy,
while Joe built a horse stud from just one stallion and a filly.
For some years Alec drifted ‘round; every day he lower sank,
while Joe had made his fortune with a million in the bank.
A call from Alec was expected but not about some outback cup.
He'd entered Joe’s stud stallion a week before he’d rang Joe up.
I was working for Joe now and heard the scream of "Bloody Alec!"
And when Joe hung up the phone he was looking pale and sick.
"I won’t send him my stallion but one you’re better ‘backin’ me’.
I'll send him that flamin’ pensioned hack bound for the knackery.”
Two days driving dusty roads, Joe’s driver pulled onto the roadside.
He went behind to check the float and found the poor old horse had died,
but being paid to do the journey, Joe’s driver kept on driving anyway,
AND he left the horse with Alec and told Joe the tale next day.
Some time went by without contact, then a surprise for Joe one day.
A cheque arrived to him from Alec with a note that had him say,
"Thank you Joe for that old horse; it surely changed my luck it did.
Even though it never got to run I still made two thousand quid.”
"Two thousand flamin’ quid!" Joe pondered - "But the bloody horse was dead!"
Joe rang Alec who declared, “It couldn’t race, so I raffled it instead.”
“What’s that you say!” Joe asked. “You raffled it! But didn’t anyone react.”
"Sure" Joe replied, "The winner did - so I gave him his dollar back.”
Come on in to this wonderful place.
We have something to fit every ones taste!
Whether it be Roulette, cards, or some dice...
please spend your money...don't you think twice.
For those who like slots...you can win different pots...
just raise up your bet, cause you could win lots.
What's this I hear...you've spent all your cash.
Isn't that a shame...as you make a mad dash.
To the ATM you run...now isn't this fun?
Your reasoning is that you weren't really done.
Your luck it will change...you keep telling yourself...
as you think of your bills at home on a shelf.
The machines they call you...
they know you by name...
maybe it's time you try to refrain.
P.R.Deremer
Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray.
I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All fingers and thumbs as I lay down my hat,
Better safe than sorry - the acid test,
I’m as busy as a bee and I’ll give it my best.
If the poems voted up I’ll be as pleased as punch,
Or back to basics because there’s no free lunch.
Between you, me and the bedpost I’m hoping for the best,
That it proves head and shoulders above the rest.
With luck it reaches the four corners of the Earth,
For I’ll give my right arm for some literacy worth.
I dream that the votes might go through the roof,
That I’m not hung out to dry as a poetic spoof.
I’m not asking the Earth and it could just be pot luck,
Whether this is a raving success or as dead as a duck.
Will this win an award? Yeah, in your dreams!
This could be the end of the line, it seems.
Writing this poem’s not all sweetness and light!
It’s a long shot trying to get this right.
Just have to keep my pants on, cross my fingers and all,
That it takes the world by storm and I’m not in free fall.
I can only hope I knock it out of the park,
That it’s not just a stab in the dark.
Last be not least let me bend your ear,
For this opportunity doesn’t knock twice I fear.
I’ll leave you with something to chew on my friend,
It isn’t rocket science, we all get there in the end.
It might be a white knuckle ride at times,
But you can leave your mark with a poetic rhyme.
We all have had our moments with our children.... Especially the messy moments... The
diapers so full of poo that it is almost gooshing out... Yea gross I know, especially if you are
a first time mother.... These experiences are one of many more to come... To my surprise
this morning as I was playing on the computer (myspace) Paying no mind to my 7 almost 8
month old son Trevor playing quietly in the living room. Thinking all was good and clear...
Thought I had absolutely baby proofed everything.... All the sudden I heard a cry and I didnt
see my son hiding behind his bouncer in the corner... Niave me so so niave thinking he is
just stuck and is fussing because he cannot figure out how to get out of the corner.... (Don't I
wish).... As I peer around the corner there sits my son with two big fists full of dog poo...
Covered from head to toe and luckly if you want to call it luck it might have just been the
smell that convinced my son not to put his hands in his mouth... I just stood there looking in
amazment how did I miss that, OMG look at my son, OMG is that my son.......? So i run over
pick him up under his arms holding him out before he can get a hold of more than he already
has... My hands are full I bang my head against my Mom's bedroom door telling her to come
help... She comes out and just laughs ( Thanx mom) after having her moment of hurmor we
put him in the tub clothes, diaper and all and just start wiping off all the poo... Me half gaging
my son just sits there playing so innocently... After cleaning off the poo we strip him down
and stick him in the sink run clean water with LOTS of bubbles.... I mean LOTS! I had to get
rid of the smell... Soaking the rag in Johnson & Johnson baby soap I start to clean my son...
He just looks up at me with those big beautiful blue Trevor eyes and smiles....
Safety tip: NEVER venture outside when it’s raining cats and dogs
The last time it rained cats and dogs the county workers were NOT amused
It rained cats and dogs during a drought and the FARMERS were not amused
When Gene Kelly sang in the rain he got arrested for disturbing the peace
So Donald O’Conner had to take over and HE got arrested for public intoxication
So they asked Debbie Reynolds and she said, ‘You have GOT to be kidding... I just got my hair done’
Every time it rains, it rains pe…Ouch (THAT’S gonna bruise)
Just my luck…It rained pennies from heaven and I forgot to turn my freekin' umbrella upside down
Due to inflation in now rains quarters from heaven (Dude, you seen the price of UMBRELLAS lately?)
Sure wish it would rain on somebody ELSE’S parade for a change
Once it HAILED on my parade (The floats sustained irreparable damage and there were minor injuries)
Nobody’s gonna rain on MY pa…(Uh, God…You forgot to clear this with Mother again didn't you?)
5/27/2013
Francine’s contest
"50 Words for Poe: Seagulls"
He was an Albatross
She taught him Seagulls
Another language
LAX was nothing on
Heathrow, decision made
She had decided to catch
a flight over to old Blighty instead
Haunt the Hell
out of some cross-dressing
poet who had taken a
break for a spell
he’d gone all troppo in his head
Yeah, she’d go ring his door bell
Earl Grey tea and
Spotted Dick puddin' with
some of his yummy custard
Raspberry Jam, clotted cream and
toast some fresh bread
play Scrabble
have a few laughs
in his warm bed
She had research to continue ...
Skipsea
Holderness
Columbus was the name of her dog
he was a real fright
she decided to bring him along
on the journey, the flea bag,
she’d keep him on a tight leash
he’d leave the stewardess in peace
and behave on the flight
Seagulls, another language
Good luck it is said
Albatross caught in mid flight
looking for home
looking for cover
under a nice eiderdown doona
he thought he was cool
alpha ahead of the others
“Woman”, he thought
“I’m cool, I’m way out of sight”
Columbus was the name of her dog
he was a real fright, Bull Arab X
She'd keep him on a tight leash
He’d behave on the flight
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Air – La Femme d’Argent
https://youtu.be/U4U19zwFENs
I was walking one day and tripped over a log
I guess my head was stuck in a fog
I felt an ouch and saw i skinned my knee
At that moment i really hated trees
Getting my balance i pulled myself up on that old branch
Than i noticed i ruined my good pants
Well now i was upset mad as can be
Yelling it now i hate stupid trees
Now that was a waste of breath i notice no ones around
Just me all messed up and a stupid old log on the ground
So i set out hobbling down the road
Just my luck it was a day that was cold
My butt hanging out blood on my knee
Yes i can say i hate stupid trees
Now i get home and to my surprise
When i was making a mess of myself my friends stopped by
Look what we brought you to sit on the corner of your lot
A piece of driftwood you say i think not
Lucky You
Do you believe in luck?, The answer is 'No'. Everyone
tells us "good luck" or "bad luck" the truth being we
all make our luck, it depends on chance or coincidence
that luck appears, if we gamble we usually have a 50%
chance of succeeding depending on the odds against us.
Many people have accidents and become hurt, the luck
then depends on whether we were careless or cautious.
Luck has nothing to do with it, it is just an excuse we all
accept as either good luck or bad luck, luck plays no
real decision in our life, it is a choice we all make the
right and the wrong choice, this is determined by us.
the flip of a coin, two different directions in our life
they are called cross-roads and we all must face
them consistently, the fancy name for these decisions
is called Luck, so if you ever hear good luck it means
you have made the right decision and not good luck.
Written !3th July 2013