Best Plans For The Future Poems
The past is depression
The future is anxiety
and this is the lesson
you live in neither these
Past dealings can’t be dealt with now
when dealt with past dealings they are
let go and depression can’t pull to drown
In the present you live you are
The plans for the future are played out
as they become the present for that they are
Overthinking assured or in some doubt
is anxiety breeding can only harm
The present isn’t a measurement it’s a moment
don’t let the past own it
The present is the path going forward
don’t wish it passed fast have known it
You don’t play the last cards you were dealt
when the game has ended
and you don’t sit and wish the next round,
Live in the moment
it got me thinking about life got me thinking about us and the plans for the future
you with me and i with you.
In life there are choices that you must make
Now some of them can turn out good and others bad
But the way you handle whatever the consequences are
Determines the strength you have
And I can’t promise you they will always be easy.
Some of the choices you make
May lead to stiffer consequences than others
And then they also could ruin your life forever
Not only could they affect your everyday plans
But they could affect your plans for the future.
It just takes one bad choice
To uproot your life and make you change your plans
And then it could happen in just one second
So think before you make a choice
Because it could be the wrong one and lead to suffering.
Feel a flutter deep within
do not think cupid will play
my heart is arythmic, blood is thin
heart condition here to stay.
Hope the surgery be survived
cannot do plans for the future
would wish and hope and stay alive
life ebbs-away through bad sutures.
Need good surgeons to do good job
this sex-change dear, will take some time
if they fail , I'm not worth five bob
told "don't worry" all will be fine.
Elizabeth alexander 20/2/2016
inspired by fear of the known.
Marriages are for when the husbands and the wives are determined to stay together for what
will be the rest of their lives. These people have been married to each other since they
day the men and the women met through their relatives or old friends from either high
school or college. It seems that when a man and a woman have read their vows to each
other, they don't ever break. And once the men and the women are married to each other,
there's no more going to bars, no more going to any of those dating websites, and no more
enjoying the bachelor/bachelorette life, ever. Ones who commit infidelity will allow the
marriage to have ended in a divorce. Marriages also mean that these two people mustn't
cheat on each other with other men/women, even if he/she is as attractive as the current
husband/current wife is. Sometimes most marriages will last at least four months, but some
of them will have lasted for more that sixty to eighty years. The children will have been
born after these two people (a man and a woman) have been married to each other,
especially when they're planning on starting an actual family. Why, this is starting to
look like an episode of "The Newlywed Game" hosted by Robert "Bobby" Eubanks, Carnie
Wilson, and Sherri Sheppard. Those marriages are not just a unity of a man and a woman,
marriages are a unity of same-sex couples (two men and/or two women), especially when
they're about adopt some children of all foreign countries, including Haiti or China. But
even if all married couples have to deal with financial situations, monthly bills, the
arguments, or whatever, these two people must know that they still love each other and
must always be supportive of what their plans for the future are. And no matter the
struggle or other guys and/or women that will have interfered in their marriages that day
in and day out, all married couples must tell the others that their happily married and to
have spared them the embarrassment in the near future. And if these marriages were to last
until the end of time, that would be great for all married couples. Newlyweds, too.
He was about 4 feet tall, and boy did he love shopping and playing games at the mall.
His plans for the future were oh so bright, and he thought all his dreams come true just may be A might!
He loved to play outside were the sun was nice and bright and the grass was so green, and there was only A tad he thought that sometimes his life was somewhat mean.
You see there was only one thing that bothered this kid with such A might, and that was sometimes his parents would fight. It was usually when he went to bed at night, that sometimes his heart would beat with fright, and he would hold the pillows to his ear so tight.
His heart felt oh so sad, for now he knew his parents were so mad. His parents he knew also loved each other, for he also had A brother. But if only he knew how to fix this , oh if only nothing would go a,miss! He would tell his little head, that when he grew up surely his children would not hear this in bed! Finally when everything was nice and quiet, he got out of his bed so soft, and kneeled and prayed to God that this please not happen as of oft!
As I sit down at the Banquet feast,
With Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
Oh, what a day it is—
In the Kingdom of Heaven sacred.
But Jesus is the one—
I want to see face to face.
For Jesus is the reason,
I’ve the privilege, this table to grace.
This Banquet table is the longest—
My eyes have ever seen.
There’s many famous people here;
It seems just like a dream.
Moses sits there patiently—
Christ’s strong but humble servant;
Waiting for the prayer of grace,
Before eating this food, so magnificant.
Isaiah, Ezekiel and Jeremiah—
Are seen seated together.
These great prophets of old
Foretold God’s plans for the future.
King Solomon and King David
Sit regally in the middle.
David softly plays his harp;
More beautiful than any fiddle.
The atmosphere’s electric;
Such joy is present on every face.
Excitement for this occasion
Is felt throughout the entire place.
Jesus, our Host, now stands to speak—
To His redeemed made righteous.
Such great love and mercy,
Made all His guests spiritually prosperous.
He didn’t say, “Thank you all for being here”;
For that would have been rather trite.
Instead He said, “Thank you for your choice
To follow My Father’s ways, so right.
Thank you all for witnessing
To your fellow man;
Showing My Father’s love,
So all my children could understand.”
The Banquet experience
Is like nothing ever before.
To see Jesus face to face—
I can only love Him more.
Should I have missed this opportunity,
I would have experienced such deep regret;
To be shut out and placed in darkness—
Away from this momentous Banquet!
Heaven is so awesome—
My words cannot describe.
For these words have never been written
By any reporter or scribe.
Paradise and the Tree of Life—
In the past were but a dream;
Now so very, very real—
For all of God’s redeemed.
There’s not a single sacrifice
That I would not have made;
To be at this special Banquet Feast,
With a perfect character remade.
Life on earth was difficult,
But it’s memory’s almost gone.
Condemned as a heretic;
I simply sang Christ’s victory song!
Featured in my book No. 2, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright © 2009-2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org
From across the ocean
Far, far across the sea
We drink our morning coffees and chat
Through a camera eye
I watch you and you me
As we casually talk
About our yesterdays, today’s and tomorrow’s
Past vast distances
Beyond the winds of the world
Outside our closed winters doors
We laugh
Making plans for the future
Today
It is no longer that far
To when the seas will dry
The winds will cease
And the earth shall fall away
A time when
I will see you again
Face to face
For the very first time
I've been dreading the sun this morning
I slept maybe an hour or two
It’s gonna be a hard day
Without you
I'll miss the way we use to wake up
Sometimes we’d laugh so hard we’d cry
Talk about our plans for the future
Promise to never leaving each other side
I always thought I'd be the first one
To walk down those golden streets
Now here I am - all by myself
Everything seems incomplete
You were my reason for living
You made all my dreams come true
Now i'm faced with the hardest day
To go on living - loving you
I call to cancel that trip to Rome
I surprised you with in July
When I thought about the way you smiled
I started asking why
Why did you have to leave me?
Why does love always end this way?
What's the point of giving everything?
When you lose it all - is it worth the pain?
I'm moving on, but I can't let you go
The girl who made all my dreams come true
Now I'm faced with the hardest day
To go on living - loving you
(Bridge)
All the thoughts inside
I can't deny
I never dreamed of me without you
Now here I am
A lesser man
Lord help me make it through
You were my reason for living
You made all my dreams come true
Now I'm faced with the hardest day
To go on living - loving you
How do you go on living
When you lose a part of you
Now I’m faced with the hardest day
To go on living - loving you
To go on living - loving you
The foundations of life,
The existence of the divine,
The why not, what’s and why’s,
For the creation of time,
For the answers sought out,
They shall never be found,
They’re what keep our minds wandering,
That’s why life’s so profound,
Just be real to yourself,
Try to live in the minute,
Take advantage of this life,
Respecting everything in it,
Do not dwell on the past,
Do not bother with ego,
Try not to ask yourself questions,
Like in death where do we go?
Just make plans for the future,
What’s your next step in life?
Is it time to grow older?
And settle down with a wife,
Should I have a few children?
Could I support them if so?
Would I make a good parent?
I’m confused, I don’t know,
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes sail along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
next night in the subway to come without sleep
rereading the letter she got yesterday
"We have to announce with regret true and deep ..."
her husband had died on the second of May
she asked herself how she could tell it her son
rereading the letter she got yesterday
plans for the future at one blow were gone
shocked and deprived of the power of speech
she asked herself how she could tell it her son
no persons of trust and no help within reach
harried by black thoughts, recurring and dire
shocked and deprived of the power of speech
his unit in Kharkiv had come under fire
she read disbelievingly in this short letter
harried by black thoughts, recurring and dire
without an idea how to deal with that matter
next night in the subway to come without sleep
she read disbelievingly in this short letter
"We have to announce with regret true and deep ..."
A RHYMING PANTOUM OF FIVE STANZAS Poetry Contest
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold!
Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races,
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree,
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance;
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A moss covered valentine lays upon a tombstone ---
Forgotten sentiments are stenciled upon it's fabric ---
Hopes and plans for the future,
in which to drink love's potion has elapsed ---
Leaving in it's place this elixir ---
Which turned out to be of sepentine's blood ---
So now what once was a stroll of romance,
has become a walk to a sullen grave.
she gets questioned by her girlfriend
about her recent husband
(asks questions about how his business is
going, asks questions about their new
place)---
being young & all
she is grilled by the other
as to her plans for the future &
in comparison to her inquisitor
she feels the need to brag on a
bit about a
“possible future” not yet put in
motion
(hopes & dreams not discussed with
said new husband)---
this leads her inquisitor to get on
the defensive, though still smiling &
promoting the mutual amiability between
them
with her body language &
references to the past when they were
both younger.
and as if the two are both pocketing
their own score cards,
they scribble down inside their minds
those things that they must improve upon
within their individual lives
(after comparing themselves to each
other),
so that if they ever do meet again,
they will have the best chance possible
to one-up the other---
after all,
this is what friendship is all about.
Like a bolt from the pit of hell you appeared
And stealthily like a thief in the night
You entered into our lives
Disguising as our familiar foe
Masking your deadliness in controversy
And like the serpent in the Garden of Eden
You bought our connivance to denial of your sinister presence
All the while bidding your time for pandemic descent on humanity
And when we innocently looked the other way
You pounced on our haplessness and helplessness
And descended on us with lightning speed
From Wuhan to Italy
From Italy to France
From France to Spain and America
And from America to the rest of the world
You dehumanized us
You humiliated us
You demobilized us
You dis-focused us
Causing segregation among us
You separated us
You trivialized all our efforts to get even with you
You truncated all our plans for the future
You stultified all we have stashed away for the rainy day
You demoralized our populations
Locking them down in anger and hunger
In addition, making them to see their God in bad light
As they are shut out from their sanctuaries of hope
Even though you have continued to assault our sensibilities
With the number of fatalities we have counted globally
I am glad to disappoint you
Serendipitously we have been demystified by your pyrrhic victory
Now we know the rich and the poor are vulnerable
We have been humbled by your challenge
Making us more united to fight a common enemy
Our scientists have been stretched by necessity the mother of invention
We have equally discovered our good leaders
The bad ones we shall flush out at the polls
Mr. Corona virus I have another bad news for you
You have been pronounced dead in the spiritual realm
And so your physical interment is just weeks away
For we all are Coronavictorious!