Best Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained Poems
His:
He played softly on (Les Paul Strings) (The Day That He Returned Home) from the war. (One
More Mile) to go, then he will be (Kissing and Caressing) her. That was all he thought of on
his long journey home. He was going to try and win over (The Iceberg Beauty) he saw so
long ago while (Sitting on the Beach). (Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained) so (He Left Her a
White Rose). He was hoping the (Dark Maiden) would become (Golden and Gorgeous) once
again when (In the Meadow We Lay).
(She Entered My Dream)s forever on that day, right after we dove into the water. When (We
Came Up For Air) (The Flow of My Heart) stopped suddenly. (Have You Ever Sat Still), so still
breathing stops, the eyes suddenly glaze over and when the (Doves Fly), (The Raven
Succumbs)?
Hers:
(Her Reoccuring Dream) was to become a blond (Beach Beauty) once again for him, as he
was always (In Her Dreams). He would cover her with (Sunset Kisses) and the flame of life
in her would never flicker and die. Alas, (The Mirrors Spoke) of her (In Ageing Decay) as
she (Sat in Shame No More). Her time was up, those (Three Wishes on The Sandy Beach)
were not enough. She needed a fourth to be young for evermore. Instead (On Blue Silk She
Lies), this time her eyes will remain shut (When They Close For Evermore)!
* Narrative derived from one poets work here on the Soup.
Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
Written: by Miracle Man
10-17-2019
Many people will avow,
to being risk adverse.
In discussing this point,
they often become terse.
if we can’t stick our neck out,
without undue fear.
We’ll be like the tortoise,
and not get anywhere.
Sometimes a decision,
causes life to seem bleak.
But risk is always commensurate,
with the reward we seek.
She’s so out of my league.
She’s just so out of my league.
So many guys want her-
Who’d consider any other?
Seems no one can have her.
She’s just so sunny sweet,
No other girl can compete.
All my friends and I must concede-
She’s out of our league.
She’s seems out of my league.
But is she out of my reach?
Those guys give her the eye—
Discouraged, won’t even try--
Feel they don’t qualify.
She always walks alone.
Maybe I could walk her home.
If I can see past her mystique
She’ll not be out of my league
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”,
I told myself again and again.
I could strut beside her.
I should smile and talk to her;
Always be kind to her.
Gotta step up, swing for the fence-
Exercise some confidence.
Maybe I’ll slink away in shame;
Or I might set her heart aflame.
(Chorus)
Could this working-class guy ever catch her eye?
Is she too pretty to be seen with someone like me?
Does she have too much charm to ever hang on my arm?
If I thought so, I’ve already lost.
Billy Bob had fallen in love
Consuming his entirety
Awakening his heart ached
Asleep his love passed him by
Though yearning he did not reveal
Valentine's Day loomed so near
Dare he reveal his true feelings
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Was his one recurring mantra
He bought a card and wrote a name
'Stephan I love you, please be mine'
He inserted a deep red rose
inside the card and posted it
He waited on Valentine's Day
His quaking spirits were soaring
He received a card from Stephan
Revealing feelings were mutual
They arranged to meet after school
to Billy Bob's distress and grief
Heard that his love had that day died
from septicaemia due to
pricking his finger recently
from the thorn of a deep red rose.
Anxiety
There is a stress that is brought upon a person from a source not of his own making. Also, there is a different self-born/inflicted type, though unplanned, yet avoidable. Since becoming an adult and finishing college, I have been jobless at least four times. Each period of unemployment caused stress, discomfort, and some anxiety.
In the Spring of 1974, after resigning a position with a drug rehabilitation program, I had no idea what I would be doing next. I had been married less than two years, with a baby less than one year old. As I recall, the Lord being merciful to me, I was able to find employment in a relatively short period of time.
In the Fall of 1974, I quit my job as a baker and moved some 600 miles to another state. The move became a source of anxiety. Nevertheless, I began to grow as a person and a christian. I have heard it said, "Nothing ventured; Nothing gained." In my early years, it seems that I was programed to take giant leaps of faith; but currently, not so much. Rain usually comes with a storm; and roses are surrounded by thorns.
In Fall of 1978, yet again, I resigned a social program and moved to another state 2000 miles away. I have learned that adversity is good for me; and also that it is not good to drive while looking through the rear view mirror.
In 2003, the company for which I worked for 25 years went out of business. It was not easy starting over at 54 years of age in an economy recovering from the pain of "911". In my view, anxiety does not have to be a death warrant, nor does stress signal a terminal illness. On the contrary, they may well be a warning for us to 'kick it' into another gear.
02242017 PS Contest, Anxiety, Lewis Raynes
Never look through a window, never go through a door
If you are wary of what lies behind, you never will explore
If you make this decision, you may see things that you like
But there are maybe things that are not, this for you is your right
Many have looked through a window, and many have gone through the door
Its because we are all very different, for that you can be sure
If nothing is ever ventured, then nothing is ever gained
Those who desire never to venture, never gain or witness the pain
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.
Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash in.
The navigater shot the course
over the main, visions of tapestry and lace
and all sorts of spices in his head.
Gold? Well--Sí, oro.
But he never dreamed.
The natives appeared naked and restless.
In scatted shades of blues and reds,
artists painted skirts on the girls,
long shirts on the old women,
loincloth on the men,
and a pearl studded gilded robe on the king.
Which Chris promptly stole.
His mistake was trying to hide it
from Isabella.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Carpe Diem, seize the day
Live by the rules of the game you play
The world is your oyster, enjoy the ride
When the going gets tough, look on the bright side
Silence is golden, take that to the bank
Put that in your pipe while smoke screens draw blank
Though money makes the world go round
Speak louder through actions than through sound
Empty vessels make the most noise
Best medicine, laughter, daily poise
Fool me once means shame on you
Shame on me, that’s fooled times two
Follow your heart, reach for the stars
Dreams come true, firefly jars
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush
When push comes to shove, shove comes to push
A stitch in time always saves nine
As luck still favors prepared minds
Fortune favors the brave at heart
Every ending once had a start
Live your life without regret
‘Tis better to forgive and to forget
We’re proned to get as hard as we give
Throw stones in the glass houses we live
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
Two birds with one stone, that’s quite a catch
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Just try again if you don’t succeed
And don’t believe everything you read
Make every experience educational
To think twice before speaking is critical
Let sleeping dogs lie I always say
Cause every dog will have his day
To be taught new tricks no matter the age
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Two heads they say is better than one
Violence isn’t always the key my son
Beggars can’t choose, that much we know
More haste less speed, no time to grow
When seams come undone, it’s cause for concern
We are what we are, we live what we learn
Hands touch, accidentally
Short, deep glances by me, as she looks the other away
Be sure not to get caught
Although I expect she’s doing the same
We can’t do this, can we?
No-one will know, no-one gets hurt, isn’t that the line?
I heard it was just a bit of harmless fun
She must feel my gaze on the back of her neck,
Following her outline, curve and grooves
Perhaps she’s doing it to me too
Fantasizing about what it might be like
Or maybe that’s just me.
I tried ‘loves-me, loves-me-not’ on some dandelions
Four goes, two for each I decided not to push my luck. What if it was 3-2 not?
Should I make a move? That’s the question.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Nothing to lose except perhaps a little dignity
But what if she said yes?
An end to the fantasy, could capture better the chase?
I see her talking to someone else, flicking her hair, laughing,
I hate that, I feel inadequate, is she taunting me?
My newly acquired quixotic behaviour can hardly have gone unnoticed,
Nebbish ineffectualism gives way to confidence and chat
Why didn’t someone tell me, warn me?
It’s happened a hundred times, to a hundred different others
I thought it was different with us, what am I thinking, there was never an ‘us’
All done in my own mind, my own feral, overstretched imagining
I’m shot now, disheartened and heartbroken, without a word said I know,
No fool like an old fool, like this old fool
Of all the letters you have written
Your last letter is the best,
And even in your apprehension
Stands apart from all the rest!
More love, more hope, more savoir faire than
I have ever seen before
The very pathway to your heart seems
More and more an open door
Apologies weren’t left unspoken
Nor were any punches pulled
Courageously pursuing joint health
Your emotions left unschooled.
I see real movement in your life now
And a soul nearly unchained,
No judgment if love comes or goes for
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
And there’s new courage in your footsteps,
New excitement in your smile,
Forever friends that you can count on,
Trust that makes your life worthwhile.
Your anger at ‘God’s absence’ fading,
His provision your strong arm,
Emerging love of self that serves you,
True faith that protects from harm.
Those expectations that once killed love
Now are lifting from your veil.
While aspirations to be servant
Nurture love that cannot fail.
Oh feel my faith that Love’s the answer,
Friend to ev’ry question known,
The boundless fount of ev’ry smile’s light,
Cure for ev’ry sacred groan.
Brian Johnston
January 8, 2015
Valiant suitor in pursuit; for a valentine he has on his mind,
Aching to catch the eye of a lady sweet, fair and kind.
Longing to impress, in his intentions, he must truly shine.
Each day he yearns for a passioned filled fate,
Notions fill his head, with dreams of their first date.
Troubled briefly, that she would decline his advances;
Inspired by February's hearts and flowers, he would take his chances.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained"; hoping his invitation would not be in vain.
Evening comes, the table is set, the candles glow; dinner and dancing a perfect
night for romancing.
Dark mood
Falling pieces
sinking signs
not so fine and noticed by a stranger
talking in dutch
look at me
he says your sick and someones got to clean up this mess
make this step
or you'll regress
further than you ever dreamt
cast into a dusty head
break this chain and break this pain
change it for the other brain
make your world without this blame
once you learn to breath
soon you can move with ease
you'll do your best
if you confess
you'll carry less
you're heart will rest
the stranger says
your cage is open
you are free
if you can see the door
make this step
one foot forward
nothing changed, you'll stay the same
nothing ventured, nothing gained
take a deep breath
take it slowly
stand up tall
and walk around this falling wall
once you learn to breathe
soon you can move with ease
soon you will will be
soon you will see
the world has got to move
you can too if you learn to breathe
once you learn to breath
soon you can move with ease
https://soundcloud.com/inspiraller/dark-mood
Who were these men
who stood on deck,
and sailed the seven seas?
To hoist the sails,
and tell the tales
throughout the centuries.
Navigation by the stars
to islands then unknown,
like bitter root or passion fruit
the seeds of wisdom sown.
Adventure bound, they left home port
though some did not return.
They chased their dreams,
but met their fate
to sink or swim or burn...
When their hourglass is empty,
and the sea has laid it's claim,
will history mark these sailors,
or even know their names?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
is that the measure of a man?
The truth for each - it lies within
they sail.... because they can.
Copyright © 2009
Steamy windows, sticky fingers,
nothing ventured, nothing gained,
drapes are open, quite the floor show,
naughty boy, she's got him trained.
They are primed, she strokes her body,
sweaty palms and velvet skin,
anticipation is the trigger,
ejaculation is the sin.
But is it really sin, or pleasure?
satisfaction's guaranteed
as the goal of each performer,
gratifying primal need.
At the end two kinds of fluid
spatters harmlessly in hand,
secret hunger, public promise,
perpetrators, just as planned.
losing at some game
produces very little shame
no one else to blame
pride quite easy to reclaim
nothing ventured nothing gained
big or little stakes
wagers may keep minds awake
or make weak souls shake
don't bet what shouldn't be lost
keep in mind that final cost
losing in a war
involves relatively more
lost for evermore
may be people you adore
wagered in deadly gore
bet all of one's mind
on what remains undefined
life a non-stop grind
of intensely out of line
dancing with wild emotion
keep the odds in scope
know when it's time to say nope
don’t ante last hope
when on that slippery slope
full of angles and false tropes