Best Overstay Poems
When it is time for me to pass away
I’ll pack and leave; I dare not overstay.
But ere I drift out slowly with the tide
I’d wish to have my children by my side
To reassure them that we’ll meet again.
And when they saunter down memory lane
A treasure they will find within their mind,
Small pearls of wisdom which I left behind.
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The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Contest hosted by Geraldine Taylor.
A Little Kindness Never Hurts
Her bad reputation was talk of our small town
she'd rush out to get mail in her flimsy nightgown
rumors spread about her lovers in her large bed
and how one is not enough, she needs four instead
yet I spoke to her oft at the grocery store
she seemed so kind, her free spirit about to soar.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She wrecked her car, I went over to help her out
way back then, that was what good neighbors were about
tho' injured I saw her soft, graceful composure
after that, our friendship became so much closer
she asked, if I knew about her reputation
and was lone white knight one of my close relations.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She graciously asked, would I accept any pay
I replied, No ma'am I just wasn't raised that way
with that declaration, I then walked away
seemed proper not her warm welcome to overstay
sincere kindness seeks not a returning reward
one never knows when they need help if life gets hard.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
A raven-haired queen, her sex appeal off the charts
rare to have so very much, with such a huge heart
years flown by, I found myself in her gentle arms
a willing accomplice enchanted by her charms
and then gossipers would ask me, to kiss and tell
I gave my then standard answer, you go to hell.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
11-27-2018
For Brenda's new contest, "A Little Kindness Never Hurts"
Some people insist that I keep writing limericks
Don't want to overstay my welcome in this mix
So I'll write a few
But back off, phew!
Unless of course youse guys start throwing big bricks
© Jack Ellison 2015
So what's your status,
Nimbostratus?
Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys?
- To rain and rain until we're glad it's
Not for you to own the day,
But eventually must fade away
Before the steady strugglings of the sun
Which must break through once they've begun
To tear apart your greyish gloom
And give the sunlight proper room
To push along those friendly, fluffy clouds
Through blue skies where you're not allowed.
So go thy way, ignoble cloud!
Carry off that misty shroud
Below which you have so confined us,
And let us put thy wet behind us
And revel in the newborn sun,
It's warmth welcome to everyone.
You overstay your station here
Far beyond what would appear
A decent spate of soft rainfall;
Your prescence doth begin to pall
When you hover close from day to day.
All caught beneath wish you away,
And confer on you non-gratis status,
O aggravating nimbostratus!
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary
Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,
Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.
Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking
And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.
Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.
I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.
And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.
Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.
I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live
And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.
Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,
And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.
Hello. My name is Spring and I make an appearance every year.
People have often made comments of me like, 'Spring is in the air'.
For Daylight Saving Time, many will say 'Fall back and Spring forward'.
Well, they can say that, but sometimes I am early and other times late.
Sometimes, Old Man Winter hangs around too long, taking up my 'air space'.
And sometimes, I can't wait to 'Spring forward', attempting to push him aside.
That's right my friend, there is more going on up there than meets the eye.
And when cold clashes with heat, especially in my season, there's always
trouble in the sky. And usually, when there's trouble in the sky, it's not long before there's trouble on the ground. I might show up before I am officially
due or I may come after I'm due. It's another way of saying that I might be in the air but not on the ground in your neck of the woods. I may be in the air, but you do not see, hear, or even feel me. You take this winter of 2019 for example. I don't rightly know what's going on out here, and I don't know how long Mr. Winter is going to last, but things are definitely much different.
Anyway, I want to say that each of us seasons has to show up and do our job, and I'm hoping that, as you might be also, Mr. Winter does not overstay or infringe upon my responsibilities. I have to show up on time to restore life, create beauty, and get things growing again. I can't do that if Mr. Winter wears out his welcome, and it is absolutely unthinkable to try pushing him around because he's much stronger than I. So whereas I might be in the air, I might also be there cold and covered in snow, just waiting my turn.
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Poured a cup of coffee and softened it with cream
I hug a romance novel, first chapter's underway
Hubby's gone a fishin', a long way off downstream
poured a cup of coffee and softened it with cream.
Couch is comfy-cozy, the time I must redeem -
kids are off at granny's with hopes to overstay.
Poured a cup of coffee and softened it with cream,
I hug a romance novel, first chapter's underway.
Waking from a deep snooze, the book is on the floor;
head has found a pillow, my mantle keeps me warm.
Coffee cup has vanished, oh my, it's half-past four.
Waking from a deep snooze, the book is on the floor.
Hubby's making supper, I see him at the door
bringing soup and sandwich with chocolate cake to charm.
Waking from a deep snooze, the book is on the floor;
head has found a pillow, my man'll keep me warm.
March 28, 2013
a mantle = a covering, a loose sleeveless cloak or shawl, worn especially by women.
Need a cuddle, are you available?
Promise not to linger too long
Perhaps seven or possibly eight hours
Maybe till the break of dawn
Enough time to satisfy this craving
That lingers day and night
Soon gonna wind up in the loony bin
If I can't taste your sweet delights
Need a cuddle, are you available?
To take me to heaven's door
Promise not to overstay my welcome
Till eternity, not a moment more
Must've done something, don't know what
To deserve your tender love
Can't think of what it could have been
But you've given my heart a shove
Succumbed to your delicate beauty
Many many years ago
The flame's stayed alive for all this time
Still making this old heart glow
Need a cuddle, are you available?
Promise not to linger too long
Maybe an eternity plus ten lifetimes
An eternity filled with song
© Jack Ellison 2013
There's no reason for me to think
that the four seasons run wild and free.
There's a God out there, and He's in charge.
Sure, every season has a mind of its own,
and each knows exactly where she belongs.
Moreover, they feel right at home with all they do.
Each may inadvertently cross its boundaries, but all
things being equal, they are tolerant of each other.
My favorite season is Autumn, and she is somewhat
different than her sister Spring, who brings life but is
quite often late on arrival. Autumn tends to be softer
and brings a healing touch. And I think she's calmer
than both Summer and Winter.
Those two siblings can be a bit mean and overstay their
welcome. I think that Autumn is reliable and steady, and
most likely to live up to the expectations of others. She's
graceful and not likely to come with bells and whistles.
That's because she tones things down, not up.
Summer starts her demise, having sung her songs.
Winter is restless, but Autumn stares back and keeps her calm.
She then informs the trees, preparing them for color changes.
They won't tell you, but trees themselves sometime get bored
with green. They know that the colors in Autumn are much
more photogenic, and they can't wait.
Cameras are prepping, and the leaves on the trees are salivating,
because they know that they will be proudly staging before long.
Monarch butterflies, having enjoyed the summer, are presently
setting their compass south toward Mexico. No, birds are not headed
south just yet, but they are thinking about their long flight south.
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Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.
The sugar bowl proverbial.
The sweetness of sharing
what you have; a tight hug.
Don’t share the leaves,
in your own yard, nor the weeds.
Don’t rush a neighbor’s demise.
Don’t overstay;
time is valuable -
boundaries sans fence.
A good neighbor is not perfect,
are you? Jesus tells us, true,
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
Don’t be greedy with your smile,
your wave - it can be a pick-me-up,
same as coffee to the drowsy.
You may miss
the borrowed book, leaf blower, eggs
but your countenance glows from the inside-out.
Bottom line:
be a good neighbor;
neighborly advice.
5/7/2023
When it is in your power,
don’t withhold good from the one to whom it belongs.
Don’t say to your neighbor, “Go away! Come back later.
I’ll give it tomorrow “ — when it is there with you.
Don’t plan any harm against your neighbor,
for he trusts you and lives near you.
Proverbs 3:27-29 CSB
When Covid came to town one day
It somehow chose to overstay
Now Christmas nears
With fears and tears
Isn’t it time to go away!
Old Santa Claus who I esteem
Has made his mind to intervene
Now on his sleigh
Without delay
Is on his way with a vaccine.
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Santa's Covid Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2nd
© 8th December, 2020
The next Limerick is a bonus...not for the contest :)
Mixed Identity (Limerick)
Santa Claus had a parcel to dump
At the White House he stopped with a bump.
A dilemma he had
And it made him feel bad
Should he tag it to Biden or Trump?
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© 8th December 2020
White is not an opaque color
It seemed to shimmer incandescent figures under the eve of light
A foreshadowing
Pain is the white that compliments your wedding dress
Tying the knot
Knowing you’ll be bound to it forever
Pain can be held and walked hand in hand down the aisle with
Your maid of honor
White
It’s the color that infests your eyes and hair and face
Starting with empty thoughts and eraser shavings caught in the bouquet
Making your solid black outlines a mere grey
White may not be opaque
But you succumb to the transparency
While the pain fills the void your tears left
Pain loves to linger
Because it’s no stranger it feels like it belongs
Pain is loyal
It never forgets to white out all the right dates and remember to walk you home.
Don’t let Pain overstay its welcome
It’ll burrow a home into your head and kick out Calm and Cool
It’ll bond with Hate behind your back
But it’s not like that’s unknown
What a horribly manipulative thing Pain is
But without it in your life
What is home?
Need a cuddle, are you available?
I promise not to linger too long
Maybe seven, maybe eight hours straight
Maybe till the break of dawn
Just enough time to satisfy my craving
That haunts me day and night
Gonna wind up in the bin for loonies
If I can't taste your sweet delights
Need a cuddle, please say you're available
To take me to heaven's door
I promise not to overstay my welcome
Till eternity, not a moment more
Sure must've done something quite heroic
To deserve your tender sweet love
Can't think of what it could have been
But you've given my heart a shove
Succumbed to your sweet delicate beauty
Many many years ago
The flame's stayed alive for all this time
Still making this old heart glow
Need a cuddle, are you available?
Promise not to linger too long
Maybe an eternity plus a couple of lifetimes
An eternity filled with song