Best Not Late Poems
It is an important cake that I had to bake with out a rake so that it would be
real It has a special filling that the groom himself requested and has not been
tested a flavor that is also a favorite of mine no matter where I dine even with fine punch It must not even come close to being dropped nor even flipped
It is a family specialty both with and with out the decorations with not one
splotch not one drop of scotch although my watch seems to have been some
how misplaced plus every step retraced although perhaps it’s in the van with the
pans of sandy ham maybe even on the can of Pam- wherever it is I can not put
down the cake to look
My book when last seen was next to the cake which was nowhere near the
hooks my watch may have been there too when I was using my decorating tools
with out boos but wherever my watch happens to be I am grateful I have not run
into any yellow bees I hope I am not late regardless of the fee because I have to
make a delivery even if for free
Well whatever the time even if I only get a few dimes and limes this is a
special occasion so this better be the right destination regardless of
instantaneous regeneration of plants with out procrastination or any kind of
hesitation despite some close calls that would make it resemble the leaning
tower of Italy here comes the wedding cake!
While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin.
Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions?
Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.
My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.
Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.
Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.
Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.
OH NO! I'm late this can't be true
Where's my skirt and my other shoe!
I heard the alarm just once or twice
"WHERES THE KIDS??" Be patient, be nice!
I hate to see my bosses frown
Maybe I'll say the flu's going round
NO, I can make it there's just enough time!
Mommy my homework and the PTA sign!
Hurry now off to the bus we must go
Wait mommy! is there something we don't know?
It's Saturday, there's no school today
and your not late, we just want to play!
I stopped and sat, could this be a dream?
Or one of my husbands TERRIBLE schemes.....
I turned and there with a smirk on his face
He stood & watched as the clock I did race..
See you can make it if you only try
then he realized I was giving him the EVIL eye!
You don't tease a mom and tell her she's late
OR soon for sure she'll be judging YOUR fate!
Prince of no state
But of my heart
Reader of the stars
Interpreter of my eyes
Someone just like me
Will enter my life
Not late, but very soon
And together we will build
A palace on the top
Of that lush green mountain
Our Kingdom will be named Eden
And we will be its sole rulers.
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August 26, 2020
For contest: MAX 12 LINES - poem-inspired prompt Poetry Contest, sponsored by
Line Gauthier.
Original poem:
THE WISE WOMAN
Reader of the stars
Sees in crystal ball
Woman of your dreams
Will enter your life
A princess no doubt
Someone just like me
If it was my last day to live,
All my earning to the poor I would give.
There's a few things I would enjoy,
And share God's love with every girl & boy.
If it was my last day on earth,
I would of hug & kiss all who I hurt.
I'll apologize for every bad thing I said,
Because I have little time, next day I'm dead.
If it was my final day to love,
I would give my girlfriend all she deserve.
Not forgetting my family of seven,
Because they'll need it while await a place in heaven.
If it was my last time to cry,
I would do it until my tear well dry.
I'll weep for the moment I hardened my heart,
And for the emotional eras that I fought.
If it was my last day to run,
I would of sprint until my energy done.
I'll jump over every standing wall,
And get up & run again each time I fall.
How would I forget my last day to eat,
Every last delicacy I would defeat.
Chips & chocolate I would devourer by the case,
Better belly burst than junk food waste.
A few more minutes I live a day to the fullest,
Beep beep I'm going into cardiac arrest.
Everyone's shouting but don't bother I'm going,
Signs of life, no longer I'm showing.
Many a things I missed on my last day,
But in a far place I look & stay.
My final day was indeed great,
Hope for heaven's gates I am not late.
A Salesman's Dilemma
Authored by Chuck Keys
Today is the day.
Yep.
Today is my day.
I am going to do it.
All of it,
No one can stop me today,
Not even my dog demanding a walk,
Nor a service-needy client.
If the President of the United States calls, sorry, I'm too busy.
I have an appointment.
Shower, shave, brush my teeth, floss, comb my hair and get dressed.
Suit and shirt are pressed and clean underwear too.
Shoes are polished, money in my wallet.
The car washed and gassed up.
Yep, definitely ready, now.
Okay, I'm on the way...
Should be there, sooner or later,
Traffic is not too bad.
Hope I'm not late,
Early is okay too.
But this is important,
Need to be prompt and alert.
Here's the address. (in nice office building)
Ah, here's suite 100. I'll just walk in.
"Yes, I'm here to see Mrs. R...,"
"And she is expecting me."
Oh, we're sorry, but Mrs. R.. had an emergency,
She's out of the office all day.
Do you want to re-schedule?
Hmmmmmm.
The Sea Level Is Rising
By Elton Camp
Back in the 1950s when I was a child
That sea level would rise seemed wild
Even those who thought that it might
Centuries into the future set that fright
It was only a concern for some distant day
But the reality has already come our way
The way polar ice melts at a faster rate
The problem will worsen early, not late
It is those who live very close to the coast
That from the disaster will suffer the most
Southern Florida may vanish into the sea
And we aren’t sure how soon that may be
Entire island nations are likely to disappear
Massive relocations we now have to fear
Those living inland in pleasure may grunt
For their property may become waterfront
I AM A COACH OF A LITTLE LEAGUE TEAM,
THEY'RE YOUNG, AND THEY'RE SMALL AND THEY STILL HAVE A DREAM.
I AM THE COACH, NO NOT THE BEST IN THE LAND,
YES, I AM THE COACH; I'M NOT IN THE STAND.
I AM THE COACH OF ALL VICTORIES,
IF WE BARLEY SQUEAK BY OR WE WIN WITH EASE.
I AM ALSO THE COACH OF THE TIMES WE GET BEAT,
WHETHER IT'S THE 10-RUN RULE OR A 1-RUN DEFEAT.
I AM THE COACH; I HAD MY TIME TO PLAY,
I DON'T LIVE THROUGH MY CHILD FOR THIS IS HIS DAY.
I TREAT ALL YOUR CHILDREN AS IF THEY WERE ONE,
AND PLEASE REMEMBER THIS, THIS GAME IS FOR FUN.
I COACH THE SLOW, I COACH THE FAST,
I COACH THROUGH ARGUMENTS WHERE ASPERSIONS ARE CAST.
I COACH THE HEALTHY, AND THOSE IN PAIN,
I'M ON THE FIELD IN THE SUN, MOSQUITOES AND RAIN.
I AM THE COACH; I DO IT FOR FREE,
I KNOW THIS, WE WILL NOT ALWAYS AGREE.
YOU SEE THINGS YOUR WAY, AND I SEE THEM MINE,
IF THE KIDS PLAY FOR FUN, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
I COACH THROUGH GOOD TIMES, I COACH THROUGH BAD,
I COACH WHEN I'M HAPPY; I COACH WHEN I'M SAD.
IT'S LIKE A MARRIAGE, FOR BETTER OR WORSE,
I COACH WHEN LAST, I COACH WHEN FIRST.
I AM THE COACH, OF A GREAT BUNCH OF GUYS,
WHO CAN BEAT ANY TEAM, AND THAT'S NO SURPRISE.
BUT IT'S NOT ABOUT WINNING OR BEING NUMBER ONE,
THIS GAME IS FOR CHILDREN, THIS GAME IS FOR FUN.
I AM THE COACH OF YOUR CHILD AND MINE,
I DON'T GET TO SHOW UP JUST ANY OLE TIME.
I DON'T GET TO DROP OFF MY CHILD AT THE GATE,
I STAY FOR THE WHOLE PRACTICE AND FOR GAMES I'M NOT LATE.
I AM THE COACH; AGAIN IT'S FOR FREE,
I COACH ONE OF MY CHILDREN, BUT YES I HAVE THREE.
I DON'T PRACTICE A LOT AND MOST DON'T AGREE.
BUT I DO THIS FOR FUN; I GUESS THAT'S JUST ME.
I have my ticket for the train that's to come.
I packed my bags just before dawn.
I hear the train as it's whistle blows
lots of people here with places to go.
I stood on the deck of the station's gate
smiling because for this trip, I'm not late.
I haven't seen mother, since I don't know when
and Dad's rosy cheeks and dimpled chin.
The train pulled in and the ticket master calls
Line up everyone, luggage and all.
I hurried my way to the front of the line
for I wanted a window seat for the view of
the next 100 miles.
Once I was seated and the journey began
I realized how much I had missed the country
side and all I could do was grin.
The sound of the engine and the way the steam
rolled, made me feel I was getting closer to home.
The smell of fresh bread from the diner car did
my nose greet, so I went to the diner car for a bite
to eat.
The colors of the trees and barns, painted lovely
pictures full of charm. A long journey it sure was
but seeing my family again filled my heart with so
much love.
Hours of travel finally did pass and the Conductor
called out to the passengers at last.
"Old Grove Landing just up ahead, make sure you have
your luggage as your journey has come to an end".
As the train pulled in, Oh! what a site, three smiling faces
waiting for me that special night. 1/16/2015
Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God?
There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to…
I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!”
“We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!”
“We have great people too..” “This is most certain!”
“You’re invited to a service that is really great.”
“It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.”
“You’ll find a great service in just one hour!”
“You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.”
“The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!”
“Getting more people into our building is our goal!”
I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?”
In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving?
What does scripture say about Christ’
body’s purpose and meaning?
Are we focused on God? Or what gives us
a “good feeling?”
Holiness and repentance must be our
daily goal and passion…
Being sold out to Christ
may seem “old fashioned.”
I’d rather have Jesus than the
“greatness of a church” any day.
I’ll love and worship HIM…
No matter that others say!
May we all return to our first love...
Jesus must be our lord!
It’s in heaven where we need to have
our treasures stored!
I seek the greatness of our God!
And I worship his mighty name!
With him in church..…
Things will never be the same!
By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11
It is not about your age
Or your sign
How you make me to feel fine
My sweet dear lovely beautiful
Sunshine
It's not about your body
Or if guitar is your hobby
If you're waiting at the lobby
Or if we drink
and we get groggy
It's not about your life
If I'm the husband
You're the wife
Be together
Snap high five
If we dance
And if we jive
We survive
And we revive
We renew and we replace
Look each other at the face
We restore and we arouse
Live together in one house
We brush up
And we rekindle
We're together
And not single
We live up
And re awake
Life is sweet
A piece of cake
We enliven
Animate
It's your heart
Which is my fate
Hope I'm early
And not late
You're sweet
As chocolate
Well, like everyone else I wake up. Only I don’t want to because, well, because I know the challenges ahead for me. Or at least I think I do, and I always, Always! Blow those challenges way out of proportion. I just can’t help it. What if I burn myself cooking breakfast? What if my car crashes on the way to school? What if I have a pop quiz? What if I fail that quiz? What if? What if! It runs through my head twenty four seven and those questions, the voices just won’t shut up!
So, after I wake up I lay in my bed, bound there for hours. Mind you I woke up two hours before I needed to because my mind didn't want me to be late. So I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking, maybe I should get up. Now…...Now! But of course I wait until I have thirty minutes to get ready to break from my prison of a bed room. Now it’s a rush to do my make up so I don’t look like crap, do my hair because every single strand MUST be straight. Pull on my sweater, pants, shoes, I don’t have time to eat I need to go, I’ll be late, and if I’m late I’ll drop out of school, and I won’t have a good life, I’ll be a hobo living on the streets, so skip breakfast, grab my bag and get out to the car, wait for mom to come drive me.
Now I’m at school. The day is just getting started for most, but I've been awake for hours and no one notices how very tired I am and how much my body is telling me to give up and sleep. But I can’t I have to get these grades up. Always worrying about what grades I’m getting on this paper and that assignment. Walking as fast as I can to each class so I’m not late. At lunch I socialize but I don’t eat, I’m too busy worrying about home life, dad’s sick, mom’s stressed, the puppy, the animals, my room, I have to clean the house, but what if I can’t get it done.
In this time , this town, you'd grow
In this town, this time, you'll feel at home
your poor plenty more than rich enough
to crack the faultline,
your cup half full, half overflowing.
You stretch your legs and wings and mind and laugh
Find friends too easily,
and hand frayed throw cushions
to basement strangers.
But is it your life?
Tomorrow you'll return to the terraced houseboat,
to the gulls and the buoys
and there's a fresh breeze blowing
through fused stamens along the towpath,
coaxing brilliant notes
from your empty letter box
and spinning ancient coins
under a tear-shaped moon.
The chimes are natural now
not flat, not sharp, not late,
not ringing through your dreams like an ice-cream hearse.
He'll phone you at the weekend
She'll pop by with that book, that child, that unfinished thought.
And you'll drink methode champenoise
straight from the bottle
Like winning at Monaco
or from your shoe,
and chase your other lover
upstairs.
Now write a letter to yourself
and copy it to the moon.
Take the ferry to the island
and drive back across
the broad causeway.
In this time , this town, you grow
In this town, this time, you feel at home
I'm heading home - I have a date
Chills play my spine - I pass my gate
Time to eat - hope I'm not late
I rush myself up spiral stairs
I'm hurrying cause I like mine rare
It's dinner time, I'm feeling fine
I lick my chops and grab some wine
I sing and dance across the room
To one of Zeppelins silky tunes
"Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard - I fall right out of bed"
Alas with ringing of the bell
Wafts cross the room, 'OH! delightful smell
I sit to eat, has it gone too far?
You know I like my meat Tartar
I squeeze some lemon on his leg
And lick my lips as I am fed
I Slurp His blood so darkly red
My secrets out, I love the dead
Daintily, I wipe my chin
Daintily, And then I grin
Think about it, something they overlooked?
It works both ways, It's bound to Happen
You say, "just treat you equally" but you want separate laws
like "locker/bathroom privileges", to which there are some flaws
The ninety plus percentage, still say majority rules
Supreme Court alters common sense, which means they are the fools
Maybe not far down the road, I heard that some have feared
explaining to your children, they're genetically engineered
Tell them anything you want, the truth might be a plus
for somewhere deep inside of them, they may be one of us
You take your children shopping you are at some crowded store
one walks in the bathroom, while you stand out side the door
No sooner has she gone inside a man walks quickly in
you hear your daughter screaming and you can not let him win
No matter what he calls himself, your head begins to swirl
you can't excuse him being there, he's not another girl
Thank god for CCWs, you are lucky you're not late
this mal-content (oops, poor lost soul), has maybe met his fate.....
Pete Yuhas