Best Opportunity Poems

I take my hat off for the flag
  I stand up straight; let others sag
I get all weepy for Old Glory
  thinking of my family's story

They came from Russia with naught but hope
  with just their wits to help them cope
No language...

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Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost
when placed too nonchalantly on a list,
and somehow off that list it just gets crossed!
How sad to realize the good you’ve missed!

Great chances must be grabbed! They rarely wait.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost.
The wise man takes each chance that comes his...

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He could have studied harder in school
   He knew he should have, but he didn't

He thought to ask his sweetheart to wed
   He knew he ought to, but he didn't

He planned to try harder at work
   He knew he...

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Pardon me, I am aspiring
to some day be retiring,
but first I must be acquiring
a position. Though I’m not keen on perspiring
I admit I have been admiring
your benefits and employees’ attiring,
and since a salary I’m requiring,
and I trust you aren’t frequently firing,
and I promise not to...

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In the Land of Opportunity
    Entitlement reared her pretty head
  Without a backstop to plain bad luck
    Social Security's safety net was spread

  Next came the 'War on Poverty'
    Food Stamps and ADC ...

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WHERE OPPORTUNITY ABOUNDS

She sat all alone in the dimly lit, smoky barroom
Nursing a gin and tonic that the ice had melted in
Her countenance was that of someone jilted
With a look that showed disdain for men

Two stools down there sat a stranger
Whose face had the same...

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We are living in a time of crisis
but we also live in a time of opportunity
There is always an opportunity to be better,
For the time of betterment of self and others
May not come again. 
When one gets an opportunity to do something
think less of yourself...

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I am...
a hello/goodbye guest.
I show up dancing,
twirling about like a dervish, 
shaking my tambourine;
dance with me!
I'm no clown; take me seriously!
I'm always friendly
whenever we meet 
face to face.
Shake my right hand; 
do not stick yours in my face 
and tell me
to talk to it instead.
Don't...

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  first time, when you're young
    you hardly recognize it
  once more, when you're old... 

  it's larger-than-life... 
    opportunity knocks twice ~
  this time, get it right

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When opportunity knocks don’t hesitate
Open the door and celebrate
It may be what you are looking for
How would you know, if you don’t open the door

When opportunity knocks let it in
It may bring you a bashful grin
But if only on one side of the door you...

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Uncrowned 
kings and queens of madness walk
through halls burning with self confidence. 
Nervous incandescent eyes peer down from rafters 
unsure how their flesh and bone hosts
will survive visibility. 

What do they see
these eyes of ghosts? 
In reference frames 
made so close
to images of what they...

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When love paints a picture we can clearly see
Igniting powerful emotions between you and me
Unlocking the door setting our spirits sailing free
Empowering our souls lighting up so magically
Allowing us to bond into our forever destiny
Together as one in complete harmony
Love opening windows of opportunity
Shaping our...

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When you are young do it all.
Every single thing you ever dreamed of doing.
Because when you are older
The inclination is there, but the knees are not.
The teeth are crumbling.
The back wants to sleep.

Seize your opportunities.
Let no one talk you out of them.
Limit yourself to no...

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I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn

O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Winter’s depth
Yet you could not say
On any day
That your heart held any...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks down
Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads
But the Cascade___still singing like an indifferent Bee

Knock___ knock___ Knock! 
How persistent the knocking is!!
But who is there?
Its light from the peepholes
Enlightens the valley
Fills the Tulips...

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