Best Stop On A Dime Poems
Poetry time
Every line chimes
Stop on a dime
A buck for a rhyme
What’s a meta for
Similes are, like, a bore
A terzanelle’s attractive
Tho a villanelle’s more proactive
Witches vex trochaic pentameter
Curse iambic HEXameter
Traditionalists eschew free verse
Blank verse is that much worse…
Romance, a hackneyed chore
While humor is adored
Satire rates high too
Tear-jerkers ~ boo-hoo
Poetry time
Elbow grease and grime
Lines sparkle and shine
Craftsmanship sublime
Bigger than bodacious,
higher TCH than contagious-
I poke at the smoke and make a cause to estrange this,
…toodle-to-do in my space ship!
I love how much I can remake this,
and bank the right to go out on a limb,
spill on the film,
make the gas on the ground increase its bliss,
run through the breeze and accept your diss,
though it is time to resist-
and look back at your breast...
Ask mother to draw me up a sign-
because like it or not you are on my line,
and my best friends,
and my bosses,
your eye’s doing crosses,
your cops pulling over bloggers!
Wait,
stop!
I said stop on a dime!
Pick one up and help pay for the blind!
We adore dances as long as they make man-shifts,
make shift-
endanger wigs,
throw out chicken strips,
and hopeless trips!
Play out banquettes, with not enough men to spank it!
Even though they're all over it,
callin' all out smurf!
And say **** anybody with my tip!
It's high in the mountain range-
and it see's you as strange!
Blame blame blame!
And then do it all again!
Go to the gym later and explain!
Ask why do young men have names?...
I haven't given them my change,
I am still alive,
I deserve to be played!
I am in turn to say hey, go away,
you little brother,
stayin' for a long time and then bein' like...mine!
From Deion Sanders to Warrick Dunn
Bobby Bowden coached some of the best
Highly regarded by team and staff
The FSU coach withstood each test
With two national championships
And two great Heisman Trophy winners
Tallahassee fans basked in glory
Until the talent ranks grew thinner
Suddenly loyalty’s cast aside
Despite thirty-three FSU years
Just a few losses were all it took
To turn his fickle fans’ cheers to jeers
How sad Bobby’s been asked to step down
Glory fades fast; don’t rest on laurels
Fans want a young gun to take the lead
But he’ll never match Bobby’s morals
The coach who refused to cuss or quit
Gave Marshall his playbook when their team died
Best known for just saying, “Dad Gummit”
Bobby gave us all a sense of pride
He’s being forced out, no loyalty
Decades of worship stop on a dime
But he won’t be replaced easily
They say it’s lights out for Bowden’s time
The second most winning One-A coach
One of just four in the Hall of Fame
Bows out humbly in two thousand nine
Tossed like pig skin to the Hall of Shame
But I’ll never forget Bowden’s name
The players will miss his leadership
Bobby deserves respectful tribute
Not mean quips shot from turn-coat fans’ hips
Friends, Coach Bowden has been my idol for years. He instilled spiritual values in his
players while coaching them to season after season wins. If this poem sounds "emotional,"
it's because his ousting makes me disgusted.
The Wonder Mobile broke today
Of course it would happen
Why wouldn’t it
4 cylinders running on 3
Getting out to push probably much faster
Poor little Corolla
It had a hard life.
Neglected some love’n
It pees all over, grumbles when it starts
Brakes kind of funny, but the horn is loud
Might not stop on a dime
But you will hear me coming
Washed twice in 11 years
Driven around the block to go next door
Years of waking up in wonder
Will my car start today?
Am I catching the bus today?
It all caught up to me today
Maybe I will drive to the Ferrari lot
Trade it in, what can I get
Maybe I will humble myself
Fix the Wonder Mobile
Give it some love’n
And wash it a third time
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True story, my car really did break today.
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Chapter 11: The Problem with Lakes
Canoes and larger lakes don’t mix well I’m afraid,
The rough equivalent of a margarita and a toothpick.
On the Mississippi a lake means a dam somewhere,
The scenic route buried now under dam water
Its prurient writhing now veiled from prying eyes
By puritanical hedonists more interested in flood control
And water reserves, than glacial art or Sculptor’s knife of water.
The placid appearance of a lake is modern quicksand
For a loaded canoe with its low running boards,
The wake of pleasure craft the worst as dilettantanti
In power’s limits, rush to greet you, cameras flashing.
The huge commercial barges pushed by true power craft
With opposing twin screws, create almost no wake at all,
But neither can they stop on a dime, so best stay clear.
Many Mississippi lakes cannot be seen across
And though the shortest path from entrance to egress
May be obvious to you, it may not be the wisest choice.
A day’s weather can change in minutes, who’s to warn you,
And some lakes can take hours to cross, what’s Plan B?
You’ve no flight plan, the lake may be deserted, who’ll miss you,
And a sudden wind’s waves on a large lake can kill you.
Brian Johnston
October 29, 2014
Love can be only what you want it to be
I just want it to be a part of me
Love to me is like a growing oak tree
It grows slow but it’s pure
Love can be hard but there’s always a cure
The cure can be hard to find but it’s always there
Don’t be afraid to look, it could be anywhere
Giving up on love is like not living
Don’t give up if you are willing
Love is serious and not a game
Love can never be taken the same
You must have respect for love every time
Love will never stop on a dime
So don’t rush in at anytime
Take love for granted
For what you have maybe all you get
So be smart and hold on to it
Captured Time
If I should ask myself..
Could I travel backward in time?
Can 18 wheelers ..
Ever stop on a dime?
To that one place..
That changed my life forever..
That tiny space in time..
My memory can always find.
To that one place..
Where I can clearly see their face..
Hear the softness in their voice..
Feel the warmth of their smile.
No..not ever..
Will I travel backward in time..
18 wheelers.. won't ever stop on a dime.
Yet ..the answers I sometimes seek..
I will never find..
For they are forever captured..
In..that one place in time.
Written By: Gwen Jones
Georgetown, Louisiana
Sometimes I don't hear so well,
Sometimes I get confused
English is a tough language
Verse, tense, structures, sentences
It's an easy language to get abused
I sat on the couch, facing the TV,
And on the coffee table before me,
What did I see?
A glass, half filled, a pen and pad,
A handful of change, that's all we had.
I asked my room-mate,
Who was in the next room,
What time is was,
I heard her boom;
"Quarter to Eight"!
Well, I wasn't hungry,
Rest assured,
But to keep the peace,
I endured,
Swallowing a quarter,
Maybe now she'll tell me the time?
"Okay, done!" I rasped, voice
thick with the unwashed filty
quarter.
"Okay, okay, I did what you said I ought'a
Now can you tell me the time?"....
Thinking, "My God, she's thick,
just like my daughter!!!"
"Quarter to Eight!!!"
This time, more emphatically...
She's getting annoyed,
This I could sense
So I reluctantly swallowed
Another Quarter,
Thinking to my self, "Thank God,
I didn't have to do it with 25 pence."
At this point, she entered the room,
Hair wrapped in towel...
Squeaky-clean from her shower,
She glanced at the table,
Frowned, and asked,
"Why'd you take part of
my bus fare?"
"How will I get to work?"
I didn't know why,
But I sensed somehow,
I think I'd been a jerk.
I blurted out; "Didn't you
ask me to ate those Quarters?"
My sheepish grin of supplication
belied the fear inside.
I only wish I could think,
Of some clever place to hide.
She stared at me, as if amazed,
Noticing me for the very first time....
"So what happens if I ask you,
"Can you stop on a dime?"
Would you sand atop said coin,
Motionless for all time?
Or would you swallow the dimes,
assuming they are desert, and
henceforth the meal was over??"
I was feeling dumb and ridiculed,
As I tried to shrug it off
Opened 2 bottles of wine,
Yanking, twisting off the corks
And went back to my regular foods,
Knives and spoons, and forks!
As I compose these rhymes, I've been contemplating on what to do.
Because there are times I've been debating if this is real what I feel for you!
I'm utterly amazed by the amount of desire I feel.
And I'm kinda dazed, questioning if this internal fire is real.
But whether wrong or right, one thing rings true.
I have a ravenous appetite for the love of you!
I compare you to past loves - you are so much more.
To love and be loved, I'd never do again, I swore.
But gazing into your beautiful eyes I know it's time.
This love of you's so fierce I couldn't stop on a dime!
But whether wrong or right, one thing is true.
I have an incredible hunger for the love of you!
Note: I wrote first stanza and Deb wrote the second.
A rhino's eyesight is really myopic,
Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic.
His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime,
He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime.
The projection that grows
On the end of his nose
Is not really a horn, though,
As one might suppose.
And when he needs scratching,
There's another small hitch,
His legs are too short
So he can't reach the itch.
He's ugly, pugnacious,
Rude, and unsociable,
And his manners at mealtime
Are simply atrociable.
And should you insult him,
He'll never reveal it.
His hide is so thick
He prob'ly won't even feel it.
Sitting on the verge of insanity,
unable to show the tiniest bit of humanity.
Having a breakdown in the middle of life,
losing my every will to fight.
With a noose hanging in the back of my brain,
finding the strength to breathe difficult to maintain.
Unable to talk to the ones I love the most,
I am losing all my sense of hope.
A worthless soul in a hollow shell,
just waiting to walk that lonely staircase to hell.
Forsaken by God and all the saints,
a timely death surely awaits.
Hopefully it's fast and not too slow,
when the reaper comes knocking on my door.
If I have to cease to exist,
a hail of bullets is what I wish.
To die like a gangster in his prime,
my heart will stop on a dime.
But when I am gone please don't mourn,
only rejoice the peace after the storm.
How can you make me feel this way?
It’s been only a short while ‘n’ already I’ve fallin’ harder than the first time.
I don’t know how to take this emotional sway,
You make my heart stop on a dime.
Can you see what you’re doin’ to me?
There’s hardly a moment when I don’t think of you,
Sometimes I wonder if there’s gonna be a fee
That’ll break my heart ‘n’ make it spew.
Is this just a onetime fling,
Before you leave for good?
Is this another time where you’ll spring
Then leave me to drown in my flood
Of tears.
Will you make my worst fear
Come alive?
Or will we strive?
You know me better than anyone,
Don’t let me die.
Is this how its s’posed to be?
Or will it go to waste?
‘n’ leave me to burn.
Just who we are, we may not know
We’ve traveled far, but more to go
I think we’re lost, but maybe not
At any cost, use what we’ve got
Report the time, and send the mail
Stop on a dime, when ideas fail
We lost the day, we cost the man
What will we say, do what we can
It seems to me, no matter what
Some things will be, some things will not
You search and seek, try not to fail
The boat may leak, but on we sail
So busy life, goes on each day
With daily strife, we find our way
It’s never clear, we’re never sure
With trembling fear, we will endure
Tragedy struck
Didn't see that truck
Was traveling way too fast
Didn't feel that blast
Crashed around the bin
Left a pile of tin
Used the jaws of life
Other driver wsn't coming home to his wife
Hope his family can forgive me
I lost control and couldn't see
Wrapped around a tree
He didn't see me
Never had a chance
Didn't make it to that dance
Happened within a blink
Wasn't any time to react or think
Crossed right over that center line
Blinding was that bright burning sunshine
There just wasn't enough time
Couldn't stop on a dime
Life was way to brief
Left behind so much heartache and grief
Wished I could have paused a moment before it all occured
I'd called to say I love you and your voice would be the last thing that I heard
Hope my family can forgive me
I should of slowed down so I could see
Wasn't wearing a seatbelt, another fact
Flew out the windshield on impact
Shouldn't have been texting while I'd drive
If I hadn't been so absorbed maybe we'd both still be alive
Each day goes by one by one, until each day is done
Your only goal everyday is to make sure life is fun.
People stress about everything, gotta do this and that
They fight about things like money and cars, even the dog and cat.
They argue over the smallest things, yet never take the time
To realize that their lives could eventually stop on a dime.
They need to open their eyes and see what really counts
They need to view their gifts in life, try using different amounts.
They strive and strive for what they want, never happy with what they've got
Yet never see what's in front of them to realize they've already got a lot.
The smallest things matter most, like family and love
The two most important things are self-confidence and your Lord up above.
People need to clean their consciences and see what their about
They need to ask their Lord for help whenever their in doubt.
Why is it so blinding, all the materialistic things around?
Why do people run their families and friends into the ground?
For wants and needs are things that will forever remain...
But without peace and harmony, you'll never be truly whole within your own domain.