Best Overs Poems
Written By: D. Collins 2/2/16
Peculiar things happen trying to live out life.
It has no mercy. You only get one strike.
Make no excuses and have no regrets.
There are no do-overs or second chance.
Life is deliberate. It has a start and an end.
An Alpha and Omega and the places you’ve been.
You only get one shot. You should hit the bulls eye.
No man’s ever run a game on the “Game of Life.”
When opportunity knocks greet it with a smile.
The next time it comes around, may be quite awhile.
Go to those places you always wanted to see.
Leave a footprint right before you leave.
You’ll never set foot in that print, again.
There are no do-overs or a second chance.
Know you rode the crest before the end.
LIVE! Before you die. Just go all in.
pbj toast
the brown edges
always left
Public policies are program designs
with regenerative health and safety vetted practices,
rooted in evidence of positive outcomes
and usually supported by some form of systematic theory
about why they appear to do more good than harm,
and at what cost compared to alternative strategies.
Producing executive orders
that are primarily reactions against existing public policies
without evidence that these reversals of direction
will not do more harm than good
is not developing responsible public governance policies;
it is elitist dictatorial promulgation of merely subjective influence
without intent to respond to either positive natural
or spiritual,
and certainly not ecologically regenerative, experience
without any democratically responsible analysis of their effects,
specifically in comparison to extant policies
now being replaced by fiat.
To news media:
please do not confuse President Trump's degenerative procedural orders,
apparently rooted more in fear and anger-mongering,
with democratic, constitutionally-resonant, establishment of responsible public policy.
I wonder if one human life
comes with opportunities to go home again.
TimeLine Do-Overs.
I wish I could have taught my kids,
and my neighbors' kids,
and your kids,
that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to EarthJustice and Peace,
to Bodhisattva Warriors,
to secular humanist ecologist atheists,
to Taoists,
to Buddhists,
to the Original Tribes of holonic-organic animists,
nature-spirit nondual co-arising worshipers
of each sunrise,
each life as gift,
grace,
sacrament,
wonder and awe,
not quite so much competitive,
win some but eventually lose it all
shock and awe.
The Gaia Hypothesis
plays a WinWin dominant game
as a creolizing
matriarchal-patriarchal equivalent
co-messianic political economy of co-redemption,
Works for me
as both Earth-regenerative natural process
and HolySpirit-cooperative spiritual progress.
There is indeed something childlike
inherent in this view of Gaia as Sacred WinWin Ecology,
perhaps in a Gregory Bateson sense,
shared DNA-RNA memories
of Mother's sacredly nutritious embryonic womb,
when communication about mutual health care-giving and -receiving
required no LeftBrain words not yet learned,
and yet infant production and host consumption levels
across the double-boundary of womb and embryonic new life
balanced cooperatively co-empathic
or both would perish as one Gaia Spirit.
Everything I have learned about life in the real world
other than this Virginal Gaia Spiritual experience
of matriarchal nurturing flow
to maintain bilateral primal relationships,
has fallen a bit patriarchally short of my initial anticipation,
expectations of meeting others
originally baptized in polypathic Gaia Holiness Spirit
and not really needing to remind their kids
that our shared HolySpirit is to multiculturing religions
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to polyculturing healthier outcomes.
I wonder if I had planted this message back twenty years ago
might Gaia as HolySpirit
sound less hypothetical,
and more exegetical,
today.
A group of people
Sit at the table
They order their drinks
Then order their meas
They chat awhile
Then order their meals
Some enjoy -others do
not
Waitress ask them
If finished the meals
Some say yes -others
do not
One couple piles the food
Then they ask the person
next to them
If they want their food
Their left overs goes
into anther box
The theme continues
Until nothing is left on
the plates
Now the boxes one by
one now filled
These boxes filled
for one couple
People watching found it
awful
To take food from other plates
Its embarrassing to people
at the table
In a nice restaurant
t is not done-yet it was
25 nov 2016 9:00 AM
Left overs
Dinner was enjoyed and friends have gone home.
And now we sit here together alone.
Digesting the food and remembering the laughter
Forgetting about clean up until the day after
A time of feasting and family fun
slowing the pace from lifes frantic run
When its all over and you stop to rest
Thinking of how well you are blessed
Do not fret that the holiday is through
For like left overs from dinner there are
left over memories to look forward to
Unforgiving rocky crag
juts
into empty space
hanging
on a whisper of frozen
exhale
Puffy whiffs rise
oh
so
gently
lazy
Icy death on misslip
slippery ledge
free
fall
forgiveness
tumble me silent
after all ...
My destiny is divinely designed
The lies of the devil cannot change it
Challenges are transit points
That connect me to my destiny
As I ride through life’s stop-overs
I refuse to be stuck at transit points by challenges
And miss my gateway to God’s promises
The tougher the challenges the greater the greatness
Challenges redouble the anointing
They bring me closer to God
Cause I am helplessly in need of His Grace
In the desperate highways to His rest
Help me Lord to control my feelings
For I need to be an effective instrument
To win souls to your Kingdom
For the last days are here
another day...
i have walked
one
day at a time
now it is
another hour
i hear mommas'
old clock chime
i look at me and say
'WHO is that?'
the image is silent
and just looks back
here is the deal....
i want start overs
can't i HAVE THAT?
again the image
just stares back
the answer is clear
even i can see that
start overs
are fresh sold out
and my image just
stares back
underhand overs -
it's all over down under
weeping cricketers
© Gail Foster 31st March 2018
ANYONE WANT LEFT-OVERS?
THE TURKEY IS GRAY.
THE CHICKEN GOT UP AND WALKED AWAY.
MY ORANGE JUICE TOLD ME IT WAS TIME TO GET RID OF HIM.
IN MY FRIDGE IT’ LIKE A BIG POLLUTED SEA.
THE PEAS ARE BLACK NOW AND FROWNING AT ME.
THOSE SANDWICHES ARE COVERED IN MOLD.
MY POTATOES ARE UP WALKING AROUND.
THE GREEN BEANS ARE FORMED TOGETHER LIKE A BUNCH OF SOLDIERS.
ALL THIS FOOD DOING THEIR OWN THING AND MOVING AROUND…
ANYONE WANT LEFT-OVERS?
No Overs, Baby
Day is done and coming night so very, very long
gone is my youth when I was so massively strong
Seasons no longer hold those sweet, epic thrills
treks into the forests and walks in the blue hills
No longer joy in the conquests of wild, wild life
no fun sitting on the blade of a razor sharp knife
Retreat, regret, remorse none turn that magic key
can never stop the pain for the very life of me
If life were music sad would be the maddening song
no pardon for the misdeeds so very harsh and wrong!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-14- 2014
She doesn't want warmed over poems,
Just as Grandpa and his pie.
Much like my darling grandma did
I'll try hard to comply.
Conceived, revolved, molded with love
Poems and pies are much alike.
I did well in her other one today.
How often can luck strike?
So here it is dear Constance,
All set and ready to bake.
It may not be a masterpiece,
But I've not the time to take.
This poem has had no time to rise,
Nor to bubble and mature.
Four out of ten already in,
I must post it now for sure.
For Poems Have Wings contest took 5th place
Life Grants No Do Overs
By: Miracle Man
7/12/2023
I’ve heard “Life is quick so make it count,”
so that near it’s finish there’s no regrets.
Though your importance isn’t paramount,
to some you’re the sun that rises and sets.
We should endeavor each day to do our best,
and from hurting others, we must refrain.
For our earthly clock is merely God’s test,
there’s a Hell to shun and Heaven to gain.
Remember, all will sin and come up short,
seek forgiveness for things that are daunting.
Don’t be found guilty in judgment’s court,
*weighed in the balance and found wanting.
*Daniel 5:27 KJV
TEKEL; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
Mouths agape, we watch
In shock,denial and accept
Take overs, political and business
Royalty wants and gets control
As you are shut in, to shut up
The new abnormal rules
To those who know, shhhh
To those who don't, watch the numbers
Business unusual in the neighborhood