Best Sort It Out Poems
She had a bit of a problem
Of which she was reluctant to disclose
Her wardrobe was full to overflowing
With a wild array of clothes
She justified this behaviour
By insisting it was cheap stuff
Purchased from the op shops
She couldn't get enough
Because it was so cheap
She'd buy three things instead of one
Her shirts multiplied in dozens
And her dresses by the tonne
The day eventually arrived
The wardrobe door would close no more
The drawers were overstuffed
Things were piled up on the floor
Clearly drastic action was needed
And obviously, without a doubt
This would require some discipline
And red wine to sort it out
Hours later, knackered and dishevelled
She had reduced her clothing stash
She promised never to repeat this mistake
And instead save herself the cash
She staggered to the op shop
Weighed down with bags of gear
But naturally, there was a sale on
And really, she had nothing left to wear...
The rich man prays for greater wealth
The beggar, bread to eat.
The ailing pray for new found health
And some Your will to meet.
The din must be so horrendous
And hard to sort it out.
Their needs may be tremendous,but
That's not what prayer's about.
All men must learn that You are not
A magic wishing tree
That grants fond wishes on the spot
For all humanity.
My Lord, I know You have a plan
For all, including me.
It is Your will not that of man,
I pray for willingly.
I'm well aware You know my needs
Far better than do I.
You, my loved Lord, are one who heeds
The least of those who cry.
You know the reason some may grieve
And some are unwell still,
And how it all fits in the weave
Of wise eternal will.
I offer then, my self to You
To do with as You may,
Knowing the whys of what You do,
I'll understand some day.
It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me
Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm
Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy
So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I wake
we can sort it out, see what's at stake
Simmer down and go slow
ease off and let it go
If you blow your top
will it ever stop
Mediocre as it seems
dumb to others sure its deem
but important to you you you
for the hundredth time walk me through.
Oh my math! Oh my math!
You are a head ache or clear cache,
I don’t understand you till I solve,
Is it a part of my problem solve?
Oh dear math! Oh dear math!
Please be simple, don’t be so tough,
You want me to practice, doing some rough?
It’s so hard, I want to give up!
Oh toughest math! Oh toughest math!
Whenever I solve algebra,
I never take it as easy to see zebra,
Whenever I solve integers,
I always think about strangers,
Whenever I solve linear equations,
There stands a line of questions!
Oh annoying math! Oh annoying math!
Whenever there is a doubt,
I tell my teacher to sort it out,
Always one answer on the tip of her tongue,
Practice, practice and practice ample,
You becoming a mathematician, will become simple!
Oh simple math! Oh simple math!
Solving maths is full of fun,
Maths is nowhere tough, no need of rough,
It’s never so hard to give up!
'Twas nine o'clock on Monday morn
And Ned was full of cheek,
Depositing the cash he'd won
From gambling through the week.
The manager was curious
And asked Ned for the drum
On how he’d manage to procure
Each week a tidy sum.
"I only bet on sure things sir,"
Was how old Ned replied.
"Then show me an example friend?"
The manager enquired.
"No worries sir, I'll bet you now
Five hundred of the best
That you are wearing bright red jocks
And sir I do not jest."
The banker oozing confidence
Let out a joyous cry,
"You're on my friend!" and bared the cash,
A twinkle in his eye.
"Well drop your trousers sir," Ned said,
"Don't leave a bloke in doubt."
The banker thought the office more
A place to sort it out.
Then once inside he dropped his dacks
And with a grin he said,
"You've done your dough for you can see
These jocks are sure not red."
"Not good enough," old Ned replied,
"For they look red to me,
Perhaps it's 'cause I'm colour blind,
We'll need a referee."
"Let's ask your good Accountant sir,
To cast the final lot,"
But when the Banker called him in
He fainted on the spot.
"What's up with him?" The Banker said,
"The man's out like a light."
"He's in a state of shock," said Ned,
"But he'll come 'round all right."
"You see we waged a little bet,
A thousand he would pay,
If I could drop your dacks by ten;
A sure thing ... wouldn't you say?"
What is what?
I never thought,
In my mind it always fought.
When I asked the teacher to sort it out,
She told to never ask such doubts.
It runs in my mind throughout.
When I asked my mother to sort it out,
She said that she had the same doubt.
But it runs in my mind throughout.
When i asked my father to sort it out,
He said that he is going out
But it runs in my mind throughout.
Someone help me to sort it out
WHAT IS WHAT?
Which I never thought.
There's an Elephant in the room.
The tension filled the air all day,
Neither party dared to assume,
Dismay held sway in its gloomy way.
There's an Elephant in the room,
One could almost smell the beast
It permeated all throughout,
It needed clearing at the very least.
So if you find yourself in this state,
Declare the problem before it's too late.
Sort it out before it has chance to consume,
For no one likes an Elephant in the room.
© Dave Timperley 21 July 2017
My Shoulder
My shoulders
Hold the care of someone else
No warning
Heavy weight
Responsibilities grow
Caregiving
Tasks for two
Now are mine to meddle through
Keep Control
Remember
All appointments and the meds
Important
I can feel
The stress upon my shoulders
It grows now
No easy task
I strain to make the effort
Rewarding
Not easy either
Daily challenges await
Days go by
My love too
Struggles with both walk and talk
Stroke attack
Together
We face all the days ahead
Not I alone
Changed views now
Our tired eyes do see the world
Moving On
Rearranged
And with it much confusion
Sort it out
Love is strong
Any other seems so wrong
Find a way
Yesterday
The days with fun and flare
Are dreams now
My shoulders
Grow strong with all they carry
Tomorrow
Look forward
Work now toward better days
Promising
"A maelstrom of whirling emotions in me shout,
Penning it down helps me sort it out."
~ by poet
Man is a jumble of emotions,
A maelstrom of conflicting passions,
Enshrined in his heart are strong notions,
Love, mercy, peace, joyful compassions
Swirl together in mind's deep oceans,
Turmoil in this vortex leads to war,
Restlessness and negative uproar;
Overthinking whirls of thoughts explored,
Maelstrom of feelings in poems poured.
20th March 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - M words" contest
Your World
Your world is a place that is small
With bars to contain your rage
With distance between us I look upon you
As you wither confined in your cage.
Your world is a place that is dangerous
You must always be on guard to fight
The hater and critic of the daytime hour
Become the killers of your dreams at night.
Your world is a place of many battles
You must find the strength to win
If you become strong and just play along
They won’t see your suffering or sin.
Your world is a place of confusion
You must sort it out and get clear
With a lifetime amassed of regret for the past
Your head drowning amidst all your tears
Your world is a place of illusions
That everyone else has enough
But the love that you lack has been holding you back
You pretend you don’t need it, you’re tough
Your world is a place of choices
Where you can choose to face your fear
And walk with head high with no need to lie
Not afraid to show others you care.
Your world is a place of karma
That is filled with an abundance of wealth
With nothing to prove, you walk in your own shoes
As you learn to reinvent yourself.
Your world is a place of miracles
But you must have the eyes to see
That when you let others in, your new world will begin
Through their love you will learn how to be.
Your world is a place of your making
If you trust, you will never again fall
And without any doubt, live from the inside out
And never again will your world be so small.
Maybe i annoy you and maybe i'm a pain
Maybe everything has changed and will never be the same
Maybe you still miss me, maybe you don't
Maybe things will all work out but chances are they won't
Possibly you'll see me, possibly one day
Possibly you might come back and this time want to stay
Possibly i'll say, i loved you all along
Possibly you'll forgive me for the times i got it wrong
Perhaps you remember, just perhaps you do
Perhaps a chance you never forgot the things I said to you
Perhaps a chance you hide it, hide it very well
Perhaps we'll manage to sort it out before the last farewell
Chances are we won't, chances come and go
Chances seem to pass us by with no luck and so
Chances i'll forget, least i can do is try
Chances missed must be let slip or else i cant help but cry
My superpower sucks, it’s given up and gone, I feel like a flower, without the sun, energy said bye, motivation disappeared, even standing up, makes me feel weird, it could be my age, or maybe my diet, or maybe my thoughts, are having a riot, so many excuses, for doing naff all, my slow walk before, has become a crawl, give me a battery, or maybe some gas, and if that all fails, a kick up the ass, I’m saying I’m lazy, I need to do more, but writing this poem, I’m lay on the floor, don’t want to get up, don’t want to move, no one to impress, nothing to improve, no one to save, no super villain to fight, maybe this life, is my kryptonite, don’t get me wrong, I’m not always like this, one minute the hulk, the next peppa pig, then all of a sudden, my spidey sense tingles, I’ll sort it out soon, after eating these pringles, there goes the batphone, can’t be important, probably someone, selling insurance, give me a break, I’ll do it tomorrow, I’m not after, pity, help , blame or sorrow, my suits in the wash, it gives me my power, you ask what’s that smell, yeah I need a shower, no one needs me, and I’m happy with that, temper of bear, attitude of cat, I’ll just stay here, and look at these walls, I’m in the best place, when Jupiter falls, it’s time for a nap, this super life’s tough, I’ll add it to a list, with all the other stuff.
Don’t you get the feeling,
You too want this to stand;
Otherwise why would you talk
Or even hear him out
(Don’t say because you needed answers)
This is because somewhere in you,
You know this truth:
Somewhere you do trust this friend—
He has always and he will ever
Stand by you—
This friend could never cause you pain,
Only his time isn’t going right
Otherwise why would everything he says,
Be taken up in a manner to tangle-up matter
When he tries to say with a purpose pure?
If you’ve given this friend a chance,
He will not let you down;
You will have the good times back,
And together see life around…
It’s just been a mishap—
A situation that must be acted on;
Only anger would make things worse;
Think placidly and sort it out.
Help him to mend things up:
Sometimes you have to do this
With some people slow at work.
Help him up—give him a hand—
A small misunderstanding shouldn’t be one
To make you think him you don’t understand….
We were kids, we had our squabbles
I'd have a fit, and run to tattle
A few disputes, a fib, a shout
Until mom would come to sort it out
Untangling kids she'd gladly strangle...
She'd send us off, to think, or pout
But you were my star,… so tall you stood…
And .. 'though I tried to reach that far
I never could-
Oh sure, I was little, and had laughed
at my attempts to do a task
I'd blow a gasket, but soon I slipped
into my teens...
And then so fast, the time had passed
and you were off to see the world-
And how I longed, to have you back.
While looking back, I see more clearly
and loved you dearly, for being there...
For being fair, for being you...
And something else. Did I tell you?...
You were my idol
You were my hero, you made me proud
I'll say it now, I'll say it loud
that you still do.
Did you know…. My darling brother,
all my life, as we were growing
I looked to you, to make me climb
a little higher, and all that time
I saw the world, a little better
I looked to you, a little older
to make me try a little harder
For, I was shy...and you were not,
You gave me goals, to reach the spot...
To try my best, to reach the gold
As we got older, it was so clear.
And we grew near, so very near
Which says a lot.
You were my star, and you still are
You helped me know, you helped me grow
Did you know you had inspired
that little spark…
Did you know how I much admired?
How much the years gave me the fire
To keep alive that little fire, and how I
….strive
…… to toe the mark ?
FREE…
I see these beautiful,
soft patches of clouds;
Spread all over the high above blue sky.
Flocks of birds lightly being carry away by the wind,
seem like they are bathing in soft cotton.
Added upon, the warmth that they get from the sunrays
boost them up.
So do they move to every possible corner of the World;
With no worry of being trapped,
No worry of rules,
and No worry of suffocation of being under oppression.
I wonder how do they feel.
I wish they have had the ability to talk
to tell me how do they feel.
Ironically, Human should be enjoying
every bits and pieces of happy moments of freedom.
Unlike these birds, we do talk, understand and think.
If it is, then why do Tibetans still lack the basic rights
when the source of all these are human.
Why just they cannot let it go and
Sort it out by dialogue.
Tons of Tibetans undergone waves of fiery protest;
(which is what a moment to hesitate and cry when think of).
To call for the international community,
Telling them this is how they seek peace rather than being alive under the oppression;
Telling them this is the way they got to show the world of their sufferings.
I would rather be a bird than being born as a human;
not in a million years at least.
And I pray for my fellow Tibetans and martyrs for their next life to be born as a free bird.