Best New Lease On Life Poems
First rain of spring.
Cold, driven
on a harsh northern wind.
Welcome.
Filling the dry,
gaping cracks in annealed soil.
Restoring the earth from an
unyielding, austere winter.
Essential, though coming as
a bold remnant of winter's
frigid will.
Awakening the raw and
callous earth.
Restoring freshness and life to
dormant winter air.
Mollifying the soils
for blade and seed.
Frigid and stinging,
yet still a harbinger.
Verdant spring's first birthing breath.
Slate-gray skies yield and clear.
Warm days will come.
Today, glacial rains signed a
new lease on life
for our northern plains.
Everyday I rose
I felt trapped in the worlds confusion,
In a marathon of ' Life '
I got illusions of victory, but I was losin',
So I contemplated with self & my conclusion's,
It's no time for rest, see i'm blessed,
With the wisdom & favor of God
So I'll make it on my quest for success,
Because I'll suggest, a better plan
I'm a better man
But the ghetto blues Still sometimes attack me from behind,
We intertwine
And past episodes will have my frame of mind,
Deeply thinkin' 'bout my lost souljah's[friends],
Who were molded & sculptured,
In a culture fulla' vultures,
So I make a toast up,
To my friends, who became casualties,
They left the earth too soon
Some civilians some goons & in actuality,
Faulty faculties cause havoc
And it's sad to see,
When their Moms pray,
and hope that one day,
It's no more gun play,
and they're tired of screamin'
and watchin' their sons lay,
Dead in the streets & families mourn,
But we can make it through storms,
If we put on Gods uniform,
Here's what I learned
You live a better life when you're saved,
Change your menu, don't continue to misbehave,
Only fools will stay Lucifers slave,
That's why I walk all my miles,
With a christian style & smile,
I changed my life style
and twisted my life dial
to a 'NEW LEASE'
So livin' is now worth while.
Totally abandoned and all alone,
she's left to fend for herself in a world so cruel, so unknown.
Just a few days ago all was fine,
till she fell asleep at the wheel, and crossed that yellow line.
How she survived the crash is anybody's guess,
but the one fact she does know is it left her life in a horrible mess.
A loving husband and her baby boy, now just memories and the hurt won't go away,
she was a good mother and a loving wife, is what she heard the people say.
But in her own mind those dark clouds will never set her free,
how can that love ever be replaced, she exclaims it can never be.
With no will to live, she lowers her head and bends her knees,
and cries out Father, I need you, please, please hear my pleas!
In almost an instant, a calm feels the room,
and she feels a peace start to blossom and bloom.
As quickly as the burden came,
it's lifted along with all the blame.
With a new lease on life, the world is not so bad,
although she still misses the ones she loved, her memories now are of the good times that
they once had.
With God in your heart and a prayer on your lip,
the love and mercy of God gives you strength and a mighty powerful partnership!
Allow me to try and fail but not fail to try
Aim high but not yet reach the skyline
Even thou things may not go right, bright days turn into dark night
Il keep growing strong till I find my armoured knight.
I wont give up
As tears stream down like on my window pane
I wont let my thoughts go astray
I will take another chance, another leap of faith
Until this dream of mine is uncaged
Even when life throws its twists and turns
Through pitfalls and sea saws, there are things on learns
Il persist on even as the pace seem slow
As I know success will come within another blow
Success is failure turned inside out
It will come after I conquer my doubts
Break free and take on a new lease on life
For failure is just success wrapped up tight
So allow me to try and fail but not fail to try
Because soon I will reach the skyline
As things go right and each day is a bit bright
I will stand tall and be that armoured knight.
It really looks like success is at hand
Sleep apnea is finally at bay
Guess I'm good for another few years
Hallelujah! Oh happy day
I'm waking up singing a happy refrain
Have an extra skip in my step
Thought I was done for, the jig was up
For my parting I started to prep
A new lease on life that's what they say
Feels like I'm ready to rumble
The way it was going, I really imagined
My life was starting to crumble
Modern research has found a treatment
A great new solution is at hand
A CPAP machine to enhance my breathing
Must say my future looks grand
Physically I've always been in tiptop shape
Except for some extra pounds
I don't expect miracles but so far so good
Like the way it's starting to sound
© Jack Ellison 2015
CPAP – Continuous Positive Airway Pressure
at the age of 2, i'm breaking up with you because you're a girl and you've got a disease [ew, cooties!]
at the age of 12, i'm giving you hell because i found out you're nothing but just a tease
at 22, i'm breaking up with you because i'm all grown up and got a new lease on life
at 32, i'm breaking up with you because i'm blaming you for all my troubles and strife
at 42, i'm breaking up with you because someone is going through their midlife crisis
at 52, i'm breaking up with you because your loins no longer blessed by lady isis
at 62, i'm breaking up with you because i've got the rest of my life to do what i want to do
at 72, i'm breaking up with you because i'm past my prime and wasted my golden years on you
at 82, i'm breaking up with you because you failed to save me your last dance
at the age of 92, i'm breaking up with you because death doesn't give a second chance
When you grow older there are fewer doors
You must pick one if you are to survive
The first may take you to distant shores
The second may just help you stay alive.
But the third one will inspire you to grow
Find new friends, new places you can explore
A new lease on life, you just never know
You could find contentment just like before!
If you choose door number four, just beware
You could trip in the dark, so close that door
It’s the wrong choice, so don’t even go there
Let’s take a step back, and look at the score.
It’s not a game show, think before you choose
The right door you win; the wrong door you lose!
~ A Little Post-Election Humor Never Hurts ~
Old McDonald’s had a roadside stand
“Make America Eat Junk-Food Again”
And at that roadside stand was RFK
eating processed food, Ole!
Old McDonald’s had a kiosk too
“Make America Throw Up Again”
And at that kiosk was DJT, version two
With Elon Musk, his 'new best friend’ ...
Now Old McDonald’s has a new lease on life
Just don’t expect to see Melania there, Trump’s wife
But – and this may surprise the ‘H’ out of you
I hear Barron’s got a hankerin’ for Mickey D’s mouth-watering
~ ‘filet of horse stew’
Cussin', drinking, gambling and smoking dope;
Going through life as if there was no hope.
Reading God's Word, but not living it through.
Let me tell you about the things I used to do.
Disobeying my parents, gonna do it my way,
Refusing to believe God's Word, neglecting to pray.
Reading God's Word, but living in sin,
Let me tell you about the mess I was in.
Caring for God's people, but no deep concern,
Looking good on the outside I had a lot to learn.
Talking to God, but did not want to listen.
So many things in my life just began missing.
Found myself to be a lover of men,
Wouldn't humble myself and let God in.
In the Bible I read: "Man you cannot please."
It was time to get on bended knees.
I began to pray and seek the Lord's face;
Study God's Word and find my place.
I humbled myself in silent prayer
I needed to know if God still cared.
I prayed and fasted, had a repentful heart;
God began to show me exactly where I needed to start.
I was thirsty and hungry after God's righteous word;
I kept fasting and praying and one day I heard....
Jesus loves you and will forgive you of all sins;
If only you will let and keep God in.
I felt unworthy because of things I used to do,
But God blotted out my transgressions, cleansed and purged me too.
He fixed me up and gave me a new lease on life;
Filled me with the Holy Spirit, helped me to handle strife.
And the things I used to do, I don't do any more,
Now I tell others abbout Christ and that He stands at their door.
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock: will you let ME in!"
Self-dissection
By Stina lu
Stab yourself with a sharp dagger
Fresh blood splashing
No one stops you
There’s no piercing scream
No one scolds you
There's no worry about curses and reprisals
To air your pure heart in the sunlight
Wipe gently the humble soul
To hold your guts high up in the sky
Let the moon and the sun penetrate and judge.
Stop the bee humming in your head
Place reason on the left brain
and passion on the right side.
They don’t owe each other.
Dust covered thick in your lung
which should be peeled layer by layer.
Make your breath smooth again
Every alveoli feels fresh
After all this labor
Clean the wound and suture it
Time will erase it
A new lease on life
A reborn phoenix arises from the ash
New Lease on Life…
I’ve got to prove it to myself
And not to anybody else
I’ve got a new lease on life
Sharper than a razor or any knife
I’m in search of better things
Not the fame and fortune they might bring
If I want to live, I’ve got to give
Push myself a little harder
Reach new peaks that hide
I’ll seek them
Surge ahead, run a big risk
There must be more to life than this
Laying around, lost not found
Dusk till dawn without ambition
Breaking loose and free
Eluding the noose again
I’ll have to change my ways but I’ll remain the same
I have dreams like you but they won’t die, they’ll come true someway
More of this and less of that, but I won’t refuse a good excuse
To through it all away…
If I want to live, I’ve got to give
Push myself a little harder
Reach new peaks that hide, I’ll seek them
I’ll break my neck, keep working hard
It’s better to feast than it is to starve
Do my best to pass every test
In search of better things, like
Reaching new peaks that hide,
I’ll seek them…
Proving it to myself
And not to anybody else
I’ve got a new lease on life
Sharper than a razor or any knife
I can’t believe they didn’t find me,
those squirrels that were right behind me.
I know they grabbed up all the rest.
I’m special and I have been blessed.
New lease on life brings such elation,
I’m filled with noble expectations.
I’ll be a source of style and grace
to bring enhancement to this place.
I symbolize strength and potential.
My seed is small but consequential.
My child could live a thousand years*
and generate a throng of peers.
My offspring is a boon to nature.
Books tell you of its nomenclature.
Don’t underestimate my role
in life on Earth; I am its soul.
Those squirrels did the world a favor;
they left one whose resolve won’t waver!
I want the entire world to know
“Great oaks from little acorns grow.”**
*atiwoodlandtrust.org.uk (numerous other sources)
**Found at Lexico and the Free Dictionary (numerous other sources)
Date: April 12, 2020
Contest Title: The Last Acorn
Sponsor: John Lawless
January 2, 2023
entered in Brian Strand's Poetry Contest 1165
Fading into the black expanse,
I feel my life as it slowly passes me by,
Flashing before me like one of those picture shows,
Spanning from my childhood,
Up until the day I left home,
And abandoned all that I loved.
I went off to seek my place in the world,
Because I felt like a caged bird in that town,
That had it's wings clipped long before it could fly,
Imprisoned in a place where people came and went,
Never staying for periods more than a few months,
And ultimately, leaving me to die inside.
But one day, I came upon something new,
A new lease on life you might say,
I took it without thinking of the consequences,
Was hoping that it was my ticket to fixing that which was broken,
To replace the hurt and pain that dwelled in me,
But...I was wrong.
There is no sound here,
Just an endless abyss of tiny lights,
Glittering far off in the distance,
Like long lost beacons,
Trying to welcome me home.
I feel peace here unlike my home,
The cold air I can feel enter my lungs through a small cavity,
My life line cut when I was thrust out into the weightless atmosphere,
From a devastating explosion,
That was caused by an unexpected meteor shower.
I sent out a distress signal,
But know they won't make it in time,
I'm millions of miles from the earth,
As well as the closest station.
With my last breath I breathe,
I remember everyone's face,
Back when life was still grand,
Knowing soon I'll be at peace,
And lost to this life I once lived.
The stars are my home now,
The earth is my light,
The heavens will soon part,
As time takes me away,
Back into the dark expanse,
That will blanket me in eternal slumber.
The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you something...no one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.
Honoured is our kin
fed with a sliver spoon
bred and reared in Elysium.
Swith is he, an ironic typhoean _
(he 'l be)- Our immerse hero..
So will he slump a thousand times
but not like a coward.
I will tirelessly mull over
how long he lives
like a mammoth,
how great he'l emerge like pharaoh..
Tender is his flesh at the crematorium
who shall we laud, for this formidable feast.
Welcome the vulnerable kin,
He who stole our sodden hearts.
Who will eep and give fibs?
He! the "vainglorious conqueror" _
Who will loot and share views?
He!
Who wears the prosperous attire?
He..
who rears the gluttonous martyrs?
He! He! He!
praise him Of great evil and flair.
glorify him Of great evil and fear he spares,
Our sardonic Adonis.
Tied are you to winter's wrappers
Harmattan you say is for Americanas
in the savannahs.. there you belong
you scoundrel!our disowned manhattanite,
we your kindreds heart you
'road model' for we yonder ones.
You undo and sojourn
we still value you
We pray you live longer
We pray you age agelessly
And work tirelessly
like a wall clock
When there is nothing left to seek
You know you have attained your peak
Then, pray to be like these carcasses
who takes nothing to heaven _But
good deeds that trades them paradise
away from hell fortressed from yeh
I praise you hence
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