Best Roll With The Punches Poems
Wipe that silly grin from your face, boy
I am a woman, but certainly not a wimp
Watch me roll with the punches, tough guy
It'll take more than your words my style to crimp
Hey, babe, your style really sucks
Call that art, I have seen kids write better
Have some heart, instill it in your writes
Feel the moment, feel those letters
My feelings are there, you just may not relate
If you can't grasp my intent, too bad for you
I write from my heart, not from a man's head
I know what I'm saying, you just haven't a clue
Oh, i see you have posted another piece
Let me read and determine my thoughts
Excellent shape and so true to form
This definitely has plusses, you must be man taught
Hold on, joker, no man has influenced me
Dickinson and Teasdale are among the finest
Your thoughts on my work I'll disregard
Your views on poetry reveal your blindness
The last write you wrote, has invited my see
It has clearly shown, your writing to be
Scope, shape and the form you have written
I have scrolled to your past, and I am sorrowful smitten
No more condescending from ye on the throne?
What was it that made you feel superior?
And, furthermore, what gave you the right
To make any poet feel inferior?
18/01/2016
At the end of the rainbow
I stand in my garden looking to the sky,
The beauty of it, it just catches my eye,
Across the sky and behind the trees,
Stretching across the rivers and seas,
Down the valley, across the mountains
Streaming down like water from fountains,
I follow the path to the end where I’ll see,
Whatever the rainbow has in store for me,
I crawl to the finish I’m finally there,
But all I can see is a book and a chair,
The book tells a story, of adventure and trust,
And then when the story ends just turns to dust,
The story was mine and it was long and rough,
But the moral of the story was that life can be tough,
You just roll with the punches,
And live life by hunches,
Life is a journey like that in the book,
You learn so much like to dance and to cook,
So by the end of your days have learnt all you can,
And don’t live your life like a stage by stage plan,
Live your life one step at a time,
And I guarantee you’ll have a good time.
Honestly lately, there is too much going on
Hurting everyone by those who choose to be a con
There’s too much going on, in so many ways
Weighing on people’s hearts all of these days
Breaking us down, worrying minds, splintering souls
Finding emptiness as the normalcy goes
All wrapped up in this turmoil that rolls
I can say, roll with the punches, but that’s not easy to do
We must face truth, unite and love each other too
We must keep our minds on pleasant things around as well
And be grateful for whatever we have, wherever we dwell
We must have patience with our daily routine
And of course avoid those acting out being mean
Where the light shines, is your place to relish
Never stop hoping and hold onto every single wish
In these times, there is certainly too much going on
But this day we have to live is ours to depend upon
And this day is your day to live, breathe, your day to be
All that makes you who you are, with happiness for others to see
Heidi Sands
5/26/22
Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas
of the world fight
to win.
Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in them.
When they taste victory, we win.
Their survival instinct
is a treat to
behold.
Why root
for underdogs?
They often surprise, so...
don't be quick to bet against them;
their determination,
surely second...
to none.
Why root
for underdogs?
They roll with the punches;
Davids at war with Goliaths,
at disadvantage, yet...
no fear shown, no...
retreat.
Why root
for underdogs?
The question is why not?
After all, they give us their best!
Their heart is in the fight.
When they lose, they...
still win!
Submitted for...
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date written: 06/05/2021
lesson six
some days i’ll be up ready to go
and i’ll have a productive day
sometimes it won’t be so
i shouldn’t be hard on myself
go with the flow
life’s a roller coaster
it’s natural to feel low
and to be expected
when i look around my studio
sometimes i’ll have it all together
and agree to put on a show
other times i may feel
like i’m overcome with woe
i’ll have to ride it out
life’s one big rodeo
roll with the punches
go with the flow
always remember to
follow your rainbow
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TODAY I LEARN TO BE A WIDOW~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on January 12, 2021 for contest BEST N-A POEM OF 2020 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
ROLLING WITH THE PUNCHES
one true constant in life we all
know too well is
change
just when you love that your days form
patterns, things grow
strange
circumstances change in split seconds
accidently they
rearrange
we have to roll with the punches
adjust , accept and
sustain
go with the flow, try not to control
God has a plan to
maintain
a bend in the road is not the
end of the road
unless
you fail to make the
turn
© Kim van Breda—April 2014
Well perhaps I should talk about foreclosure,
Let’s see, at first as it begins to happen
it feels like your life is being flattened
By a big ole dozer.
It is an especially dire , disheartening fate,
When one’s credit has been almost eight.
You’ve toiled hard and cleared the land,
remodeled the house in the course of seven years
and built a six stall barn by your own hand
with literally your blood sweat and tears.
Oh yes, the post and board fencing
In a Florida sun that’s unrelenting
And the two small rectangular decks
built by dumpster material specs!
Built a sixteen by sixteen air conditioned man cave,
Or it could be a dog house, I guess
If this week you’re not your wife’s fave…
anyway, a nice place, a hobby nest.
All this done while working for the man,
Scraping by with an upside down loan,
Gratefully doing the best you can…
Notwithstanding an occasional moan.
Had to work a few side jobs
To make ends meet.
Some for unethical slobs
But some folks were sweet.
We’ve grown a lot of veggies on our seven acre patch.
Home grown maters and string beans are hard to match.
Then after nine years the man leaves a message on your answering device..
“Found someone cheaper move your stuff out now.” …That ain’t so nice.
Well it’s been hand to mouth and now looks like we’ll lose this place,
Real upset at first but then, one just can’t keep up that pace,
At this age I’ll just roll with the punches ; of late, it’s come in bunches,
Now we’ve graduated from upset to feeling grateful,
God’s got a plan, much better plan; no sense in being hateful.
We’re looking forward to the best, in God’s hands we’ll leave the rest.
In this market, to all who have lost their home,
we’re with you, we understand, God bless you all and…
Shalom.
Sometimes things are a real hassle
Other times they turn out right
When things turn out on the positive side
We can fly higher than a kite
There's lotsa ugly stuff to go around
For the likes of us guys to share
Happiness and good times are needed
So we don't pull out our hair
Old guys like me really should know
Many many years of living
Taught me how to roll with the punches
Learn the secret of forgiving
So summing this up in a neat little package
It's up to each of us each day
Treating stuff like a brand new challenge
And sail happily into the fray
© Jack Ellison 2015
As sure as the sun will rise each morn,
And the flowers of all hues will bloom,
So will love find you soon,
For there's no escaping love!
You may hide in the toil of the day
And cower behind the veil of the night,
You may try every which way you can
But love will surely find your way,
For there's no escaping love!
Sure as the stars shine in the heavens,
And the moon crowns the nightly sky,
So will love find you on the sly--
Bright eyes agleam in playful glance,
For there's no escaping love!
Sooner or later you'll be smitten,
Beseech or beg you'll be bitten,
And lo! fall head over heels
for a boor or one who heals,
For there's no escaping love!
So take love head on,
Learn her wanton ways,
Her teases and taunts;
Roll with the punches
any which way you can,
Duck and dodge,
There are no loose ends,
No leeway,
She's hard as a rock,
No, she's not soft clay,
Ah, Love! try as you may,
There's simply no escaping love!
For Justin Bordner "Love Justice" contest
Life is Unfair
Yes life seems unfair
But, you can roll with the punches, or get knocked down
Life is unfair
but if everything came easy, how could you know to appreciate anything
Life is unfair
You have to fight for what you want
But it does make you stronger
Life is unfair
Trials and tribulations come, not to discourage us, but to mold us
Life Is unfair
It wasn’t designed to be easy, but with many obstacles
Life is unfair
Road blocks, blocking our paths, but maybe God is telling us to take a detour,
He knows what is best for us
Life is unfair
Don’t let it get you down
Fight your way through
Struggle is for a little while
Victory is on it's way
And joy is forever
Life’s many twists and turns make a full of life,
roll with the punches when you’re on a roll.
Time will prove to you that it takes time
for there is so much to do and live for.
Today I pray love, thankful for yesterday.
Knowing you’re happy, I’m grateful knowing
all that we do rests on giving our all.
Holding me close to you keeps me holding-on.
Years of bonding, our dreams has lasted, yearling
tears of joy and pain. The lesser are tears
more contagious than laughter, bound for more
love forever after, a lifetime of love.
Dedication to oneness is our dedication.
Unity proves - nothing stops this unity.
SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet
Just because life sucks
You don’t wanna live no more?
Fine! So why don’t you
just go ahead and kill yourself?
Get it over with—
Stand in front of a runaway train…
Life ain’t worth living for sissies.
You think only you got the problems?
Think again. Life ain’t fair. Big deal!
So what you wanna do?
Sleep on a bed of roses
and drink wine and eat caviar all day?
If life was all that good
Everybody would wanna live forever.
Life is a *****!
If you don’t have guts to stand up to her,
Then it ain’t worth living anyway,
No one is gonna fight your fight
Either you roll with the punches
Or throw in the towel,
Either you play her game
Or roll over and play possum;
And let me know when you are dying,
I’ll email some flowers to your funeral,
Or, Stand Up, dammit, and fight like a man!
"Guts and Gain" contest by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
This is a message for my dear wife Linda
You left me much too early
Wanted to grow old together with you
But it wasn't to be sweet girlie
Snatched from me in the prime of our lives
Fairness didn't come into play
Only a few years left till our golden years
Suddenly my life's in disarray
Life has a way of coming up with surprises
Some are great, some hard to bear
Always held hope we'd always pull through
But life doesn't always play fair
So now I'm forced to roll with the punches
Dear Cathie has helped me through
Might not have made it, through this very sad time
If it wasn't for sweet loveable you
© Jack Ellison 2015
Calls for action
when love goes the opposite way,
don't you go and fly,
say to me and love too confused to smile or frown,
but you smile and go down;
to a place where the angels turn to demons
in a moment of time, it calls for action.
Don't go now, confused and sad, causing friction
in your down-spiral you call life,
it calls for action, when loves comes around.
Round one;
round two;
it's a doozy at round three,
by round four K.O.
Smile, at least you didn't die.
Take another slice of pecan pie.
Cherry for me please.
Surreal dreams cross through night air,
as you sit, a pillow case full of lost dreams and tears,
lost and dazed from morning stainless steel sunshine.
As, the macaroni burns on a hot stove,
the child laughs in a corner,
with toys, broken, liter the carpeted living room.
By Round five, they take you to the locker room,
give you smelling salt to wake you up,
bring you back to reality,
and to break the bad news that love and illusion had
won the match.
That, my friend, calls for serious action.
Buff up, and smile,
love snapped you like a twig, went on with your best friend,
and slapped your mother on the way out of the arena.
People are laughing, mocking, grinning;
the blues is eating you alive.
You sit there, tears of defeat streaming down your battered and bruised cheeks,
waiting for comfort, that no one will give.
That calls for action.
Don't wait.
Don't cry.
Don't doubt on what could of been...
because, there is no doubt that love is thinking about you like that.
You're alone in this great fight,
sure God is there, but he's not going to speak up for you.
Love another,
go on and roll with the punches.
Win over love,
and true love, not illusion, will follow.
but it all starts with,
The Calls for Action.
.6.8.2014.
Life is what you make it
At least that’s what they all say
You take what you can get
And learn to roll with the punches
Is there anything else to learn about life
Many things you will see, just you wait
One thing you must know is how to wait
Even when you can’t find it
You will learn what makes a life
Always listen to what others say
And learn to take the punches
So, you can give what you get
Look around you and see it
What is they all say
Its what makes you happy to get
Fire back at the past with punches
And make you want a better life
So, you no longer must wait
I no longer want to wait
To find what they call it
The goal for everyone’s life
The thing that is a must they say
And we enter in with the punches
To show what we can all get
I see it
And all that they say
Is you can never believe what you get
When what you do is roll with the punches
In the look for the truth of life
But don’t look to hard or you will be left in wait
I will no longer wait
For what they say is it
I will go on with life
And only do what I say
On I go taking the punches
Never to settle for what I get
For this I say is the truth of life
What all people get when they say this is it
But don’t ever wait for the punches, just roll on