Best Never Too Late Poems
Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple,
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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It's never too late to ask questions.
Or sing songs.
Or write Books.
Or be happy trying new things.
It's never too late to start fresh
Or cry sometimes.
Or laugh.
Or wonder if this is it?
It's never too late to visit a friend.
Or go somewhere you've never been.
Or take on hobbies that interest you.
Or just get out of being blue.
It's never too late to fix a flat
Or wonder when he'll come back.
Or play a tune.
Or listen for my call at noon.
All these things you can do.
Or even try something else new.
It's never too late.
Sweet floral wine aged with a fine distinction
permeates violet fluorescence through the air
silenced souls and the years cut into the night
and wrapped about the pinkest moon reunite
Love held at bay bringing life to weathered sails
under whispered breath and last nights first kiss
eyes widen with each anxious glance embraced
as time slowly tics hearts become gallantly graced
Flushed with feelings captured in a glow anew
It's never, never too late for a love that is true
Do not mock
the traveler who starts out late
on her journey. She carries
the burden of decades
and the weight of missed opportunities.
Her first step
is as significant as yours was,
but it costs her more courage
to challenge her beliefs
about who she is: it calls
her entire life into question,
and she wonders
whether it is already too late.
But do not pity her, either.
Cheer her on in her quest.
Tell her that growing
is brave and beautiful,
and that it is never
too late.
From my new collection "The Eden of Perhaps" (Spartan Press 2020)
First published in Gyroscope Review, Fall 2019
It’s never too late for love, no, it’s never too late for love,
It’s never too, never too, never too late for love.
Everybody says “Slow down, don’t you know what time it’s getting to be?”
I don’t watch the clock, I just look in my heart, and it’s time for you and me,
Stop! Wait a minute—it’s time for a time check…
It’s half-past getting to know you, and it’s a quarter-to-a midnight kiss!
Daylight savings time, getting close to you, on a long winter’s night.
You’re always in season, baby, I’m writing your name on every calendar page, as brown hair
turns to white.
It’s never too late for love, no, it’s never too late for love,
It’s never too, never too, never too late for love.
If you are a bully, you know you are because it's who you've chosen to be.
You make excuses that you being a bully is someone else's fault. Unfortunately, the truth
you refuse to see.
So, you constantly search for easy victims, you want to destroy their confidence and
self-esteem.
You don't care how other kids feel when you bully them. Because of your bullying, kids have
nightmares, instead of pleasant dreams.
I'm a kid just like you.
But I don't bully other kids, that I would never do.
Nowhere does it say you have to be a bully for the rest of your life.
There is a good side of you that lies deep within. Right now it's asleep in the dark of night.
The good person you can be eagerly awaits to spread its wings, bringing happiness, fun and
joy, eliminating shame.
Please remember, no matter how much you have bullied other kids, for the better, it's never too
late to change.
Al Johnson
Throughout time and space,
growing life of young and old,
it's never to late
At no time say never- that it is too late
fulfilling accomplishments you've left undone.
At times, what you long for is not met by fate;
Must tend to those wishes yourself- to be done.
I, married with children, had turned thirty-nine;
two went off to college, the other, soon too.
A gap in my life at this time seemed just fine
for me to reach out, a new venture pursue.
It took six long years- although what a great ride!
As a part-time student, in college, I bloomed-
with English BA, Business minor, my side-
rewards in my writing and work status zoomed.
At the graduation, my heart filled with cheer!
With summa cum laude, Nineteen eighty-four,
I walked on that stage with my family near-
all praising my courage for growth to explore.
At times, what you long for is not met by fate;
at no time say never- that it is too late.
Anapestic Tetrameter -/--/--/--/
is never too late to say the truth
anybody who keeps silent
in the face of oppression
deserve the worst
part of hell
a freedom fighter said
i wonder what motivates me
more than this
cos alot opinion i got
in there lies my truth
yet they say am insane
while i see insanity in
there fears
is never too late to say the truth
the truth is a big problem
in our reality today
it eitchs the ear
it triggers anger
it bit the body of a lier
it kills alot evil plans?
while it exposes
alot fears
it reveals the devaluation
of deceit
it opens up the minds
of the weak, poor, and
the innocent
no wonder is a big problem
is never too late to say the truth
a life of no truth
is no life atore
a life of fears
is a life of vanity
a life in illusion
is equal to a living cops
a life of no human rights
is a calamity
now i understand why
the life of the
brave is based only
on truth
no wonder why they live
for ever
even when they die
if you need to live
you must learn to
live up to the truth
that is the only life
in life
so in any where
any time
when you are locked down
or chased in brutality cos
you are of the truth
don't hide the truth
that is your remedy
to an everlasting legacy.
i wish
you had taught me
how to ride a
bicycle
carried me on your
shoulders tickled
me so hard
i could not breathe
wished
you had watched
me in the christmas
play you had been
there to read me a
story
and watched me
sleep in your
arms
how much i wish but
no matter what i
do i cant
have those times
now but its never
too
late daddy
to make it up to
me
because i really
love you
its never too late,
the sacrifice is small,
I remember that feeling...
being backed up to the wall.
The road your on,
will split in half,
you know in your heart,
there is only one path.
One is white,
the other, shades of gray,
and the one that is better,
is lit plain as day.
Yet you stop in your tracks,
confusion grips your heart,
your pulled to the gray...
and your life falls apart.
These gray paths you see,
all lead to one place,
if you say on them till the end,
you'll look death in the face.
But its never too late,
the sacrifice is small,
the little white path,
leads to Heaven and All.
Just give Him your love,
He always had your back,
that's all that it takes,
to get back on track.
The beauty of life's song is in between the silence of the notes
If you don't stop to listen you'll never hear what was wrote
Appreciation has a purpose and it's meant for the beholder
Like when a father asks his son to give only to hand more over
Loving life is just the start comprised of building up another
So love your neighbor practice patience and be like a brother
After all we're all in this together and noone gets out alive
Lead by example and work together your community is like a hive
Have understanding for one's anger and someone in tough times
That understanding will shine a beacon of trust for all that see to find
Indecisiveness doesn't exist in a world defined by character traits
So be someone revered, upright and just leading with Love to Golden Gates
Life so often gets quite tough
Relations hard to find
I have been blessed with quite enough
Emotions on my mind
A persevering strength as such
Spiritual growth defined
From rising up above so much
To conquer the unkind
Till one day I’ll pitch up for work
And find in disbelief
Gates locked tight, no pull or jerk
Shall budge or bring relief
Bankrupt in the blink of my eye
Tortured and in grief
Looking back on years gone by
Pain is all but brief
In losing all that I once owned
Proudly humbled astray
Right then I’d start to think of Job
The prices he would pay
In misery then I would fall
Unto my knees and pray
For anyone I could recall
Who hungered day by day
“For the survivors of Hurricane Katrina…
…and those about to face Rita”
It's never too late
When the storm winds blow-
and you have no where to go
Desperation creeps...inside-
you rely on what you've known
Bridge 1
When calamity strikes you down,
there's a way to turn things around
lift up your eyes- and pray
Chorus
When it seems like the odds are against you
remember good times and what you used to do
When it feels like hope's run out,
and anxiety knocks you around,
Remember to pray...
it's never too late
When it feels like-
your life has passed you by,
You need a change of purpose-
another reason to try
Bridge 2
You've learned from the school of hard knocks,
it's best to remember your God
Lift up your eyes-and pray
Chorus
When it seems like the odds are against you
remember good times and what you used to do
When it feels like hope's run out,
and anxiety knocks you around,
Remember to pray...
it's never too late
Chorus
When it seems like the odds are against you
remember good times and what you used to do
When it feels like hope's run out,
and anxiety knocks you around,
Remember to pray...
it's
never
too
late
Remember to pray...
it's
never
too
late
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
August 2,2019
Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...
Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic
ministrations cannot substitute bonafide
nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys
requisite to bolster compromised delicate
innocence exhibited upon begetting deux
darling (wool worth more than fine spun
gold) healthily nurturing priceless progeny
two quickly grown to young womanhood
priceless offspring, whose treasured quasi
nubile kindled joie de vivre far surpassed
petrified plaguing yours truly (particularly
during pre/ post pubescent phase), outlook
grim to take life by the horns, nee apathetic
pestiferous psychological, frankly zapped
wracked, plagued aversion to live steering
any natural borne autonomy, (within meek
minecrafted muffled mortgaged self) bereft
existence, (albeit manifesting during latter
sainted days of boyhood), a death grip vis a
vis anorexia nervosa (robbing, stunting, and
halting critical puberty) against attaining my
maximum potential, nee then and every sub
seek went till present day truncating, stifling
raining aftermath of torturous, noxious, jinxed
insufferably hellacious, (hence reiteration to
cease livingsocial, rather antisocial) under_
scored, ordained, narrated by whirled series
of unfortunate events, (without courtesy of
Lemony Snicket), which passivity degraded,
exacerbated, fouled... gradual punctuation to
adulthood overridden when me as man-child
never tested survival, but found this scrivener
beating hasty retreat defeated by emotional
illness demarcating the Waterloo which I
fitfully fought when mandatory ultimatums,
measures, dictates...forced eviction within
cocooned hideaway (such as bedroom at 324
Level Road), which parallel repeated when
decamped at 1148 Greentree Lane, the latter
poisoned your welfare, with dire declaration
of toxic dependence (Zison's harshness) fed
deprivation, and desperation, while ye bore
brunt of emotional, financial, mental...fallout
indelibly etched within impressionable
Tabula Rasa, now the anguished suffering
ye unfairly experienced.
AU REVOIR!