Best Phrases Poems
Oft when folks are talkin' they'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly, the meaning misconstrued;
And so they get the text all wrong and spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said you wonder why they lied.
Some people just don't listen when others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying ever gets through to them.
Here a word and there a phrase is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together and Oh What they can find.
It pays you well to watch your words, speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest, my friend, will later on rebound.
Then just try to 'splain it. Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you 'cause they just don't understand.
(And they won' try to either)
What do you think of when I say the word “love”
Flowers, blue skies and sunshine
And so when you think of total “commitment”
It's a lifetime of souls intertwined
When you hear the phrase, “cool as a cucumber”
Does a vegetable come to mind
Or a frosty mint julep on a hot summer day
When you leave all your troubles behind
What d'ya think of when hearing the word “gorgeous”
Long legs, nice boobs and derieres
Some slender bodies with flowing blonde hair
The slenderer, the more merrier
How about, “he bit off more than he can chew”
Certainly has sexual overtones
Okay this is bringing out the bad in this fellow
Thinking I may have to postpone
What do you think of when I say the word “charlize”
A most beautiful South African lass
She's got everything a young man could ever ask for
Old guys are even cooking with gas
When you hear the phrase, “not playing with a full deck”
“looney toons” sure comes to mind
Don't like to categorize but with some guys it's obvious
They're beyond being helped I find
© Jack Ellison 2015
Oft when folks are talkin',
They'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly,
The meaning misconstrued;
And so they get the text all wrong,
And spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said,
You wonder why they lied.
Some people just don't listen,
When others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying,
Ever gets through to them.
Here a word and there a phrase,
Is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together,
And Oh what they can find.
It pays you well to watch your words,
Speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest my friend,
Will later on rebound.
Then just try to 'splain it.
Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you,
'Cause they just don't understand.
Judy Ball
So often people spread around gossip that has no real bearing whatsoever simply because they misunderstood what someone said to them.
Sometimes people will say something in jest that others take as serious talk so that's the story they spread to others.
Why is that?
Because it's often more fun to some people to believe the worst than it is to believe the best about someone else.
Remember, when someone tells you gossip about someone else it's a good idea to ask yourself what that same person says about you when you aren't there to defend yourself.
A gossip is like a loaded gun.
When it goes off all it causes is destruction.
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she says to me when massaging her feet at night;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she whines when flipping channels and a game comes into sight;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she orders when pushing the grocery cart past the cold beer aisle;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she barks when I take a dishwashing break for awhile.
“Give me more, baby”, she says when pouring her a glass of wine;
“Give me more, baby”, she demands when I get out of the ATM line;
“Give me more, baby”, she pleads when putting her gifts under the Christmas tree;
“Give me more, baby”, she requests when editing my last will and testimony.
“You’re the best”, she says to the girl who dresses her hair;
“You’re the best”, she announces to the teachers who provide day care;
“You’re the best”, she moans to her favorite flavor of ice cream;
“You’re the best”, she states to the tailor who lets out her seams.
But what do I hear in bed at night when amorous I get?
These phrases she so commonly uses, she seems to then forget.
In twenty years of trying to please, I haven’t heard one yet;
The truth of the matter, the fact of it is, I hear the opposite.
always ...
"always", you confessed me ...
"until the stars themselves grow cold ... "
"and far, far beyond their spin."
my heart was young ...
it was as dew of the dawning -
fresh, sparkling with fascination,
ready to soak the brightness from day.
foolish lad ... callow and foolish ...
so hungry for the fruits of life and love,
that words were served up as the bloom of the banquet,
dripping in the guises that time and reality would come to scald.
oh, wisdom is the blade that cuts the chaff,
that severs all those once-heartfelt sprouts of romance and fire
from their green and ripe fastenings ...
aye, I still taste the sweet of those honeyed phrases,
the ones I placed all matter and intent within ...
the words that wound the threads of our hearts to a rope, secure,
and I wonder, with all wonder and awe,
how, if they were so genuine - so sacred -
can they be so frayed and fallow now?
naught but ashes to the cold wind ...
embers gutted to the dark ...
of Heaven.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice G, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
distant echoes rise-up
over mountanis
resounding poetic phrases-
its soul's brilliance so profound
triggering insanitiy.
Phrases.
Well I never.
Eee by gum.
Well I go to the foot of our stairs.
Gan away wi yu.
And many more.
Are said, out door.
Quite a bore.
Up North.
Spoken with relish.
And verbosity.
Resound in the closetry.
Maybe they have nowt to say.
And these phrases make their day.
Maybe they never went to school.
Or learned what to say.
When you say them.
They make your day.
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By a Jordy.
For the Love of the Language ———————————————————————————————————————
(Dedicated to new poetry with the birth of Sophie June )
Merely words
With many possible meanings:
Dew-tips through my veins
Between soul and thought —
Sustaining…
Mere words
But with power — God-anchored —
Fully
To His purposes. Signs .
Of creation…
Words…
Run on ‘til found well partnered:
Their meanings tried
Together into
Mere phrases —
Chanced dances of expression —
Seeking to call out each soul’s
Deepest held desire.
Chosen verses,
Embroidered with embellished
Ribbons
of
Rising songs —
Garments to dress our hearts’
Knit hopes, cabled feelings —
With invitations and dialogues
Sewn into the seams
Throughout
Inspired themes
Seen
Arising
Everywhere
Awakening
For truth
Seeking
With inspiration
Chosen
Simple psalms
To explore the paths
From mere words to the light
Of radiant
Points
Along galaxies’ ends,
Revealing
In each syllable’s sigh
God expounds
His eternal Love
Asking only for
Ears to hear
And eyes to see.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/1/22
Thanks be to God…(If only my
mother knew…)
Good manners have no price tag.
The following will get you so very far in life.
Always say...
Please.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Date written: 02/20/2023
I feel caged.
From all angles, i'm imprisoned.
Boxed in, everywhere i turn, i just seem to be Charging at walls.
Sad part.
I'm used to it.
Numb.
But still i resist.
Always tryin to break free.
But can't.
I want to shed my skin.
Be everywhere and everything all at once.
To love.
To be loved.
I want to dive deep into the abyss, and conquer my demons.
To put an end to the constant war within me.
To embrace myself with Reverence and love.
Be able to face my own reflection.
I have thought a great deal about quotes, sayings, nicknames and phrases.
For example how about
Heightened Awareness Hilary
Bushel and Peck of Jeb Bush
Vindicated by Venerable Biden
Go on and Gary
Sensitive to being offensive Benjamin
She'll be coming humming Henrietta
Testimony to My Alimony Ted
Beads of Brightness Bob
Full of Sweat Sam
Idyll Irvin
A Night Cap Charlie
A Hero's Welcome Harry
Indebted to you Dan
Life Without You Lilly
Have a Heathen at Home Howard
Stand Pat Patricia
Greatness I got to gain George
These are just a few ideas and thoughts.
Someday we are bound to end up with a
female President. Only time will tell
unless your watch has its hands over
its mouth.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and
Heaven Knows what else
All alone I hem, hum and hang my bright disguises.
I must detest one,
just the one, yes,
battle within myself
so that I can love the rest.
I use words and phrases
that hold my sense of conflict
so that my strict faith
may rest in my wish to love.
Our grip on love
may not exist; so let it not slip
into the wasteland of my mind -
a mind that holds so much conflict.
Are we born to create a passion
for a battle within ourselves?
Who can love
with no comparison with hatred?
So, yes, I do loathe one,
engender protest for one.
Am I to kill? I suspect not.
But hate? Oh yes, do hate.
(Sep 2022)
Art
splintered
pieces sewn
into patchwork;
Conjoined phrases decorate a soft quilt;
Words wrap you up lying on the sofa;
Warm and cared for,
poetry
comes to
life.
revealed obligatory phrases turn out of tone
a deafening roar cascades in to the abyss
purging spectral visions barred from presenting
all in the name of truth yet never to behold
perspective lends credence but believed not so
easy to ride the train when it leaves the station
side tracking onto no where takes guts of
steel girders not withstanding the hastened
presence of crystallized thought...delicate
sounds issued, undeniable death roll of motion
hedged bets...the gods played a good game again
icing down the planet...the timing is understood
as everything expresses as part of the whole...
agreed upon or just fate?