Best Switch Poems
If you could step into my shoes
Would you see the things I see,
Would your head feel dizzy like mine is now
Or would you still walk easily?
If I resisted like you do
Would I be this wreck of a girl,
Do you think I'd have turned out stronger?
... A lighter step, a happy twirl
If I was as white as you are
(Or as you seem to be)
Would I be someone's angel too?
Like the angel you are to me.
If you could step in my shoes
Would you understand my pain,
Would you have fallen just as hard
Or do you think it was all in vain?
Take a look through my eyes
And tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me how to fix it all
Whether the situation be short or long.
If you could step in my shoes
You'd see much better than I
Your beauty, wisdom, pure intent
Is enough to make me cry
If I could step in your shoes
I wonder what I'd see,
Would the world become more beautiful;
Does it all depend on me?
Sometimes I muse that life can be a *itch
When every prospect seems of rosy hue
From cerulean sky a fatal glitch
Precipitates its mischief; then I rue
That naive expectation of a child
On whom Dame fortune yet has only smiled
Then something in my skin begins to itch
In parts inviolate to ease of scratch
And paranoia whispers: “‘tis the Witch
Who cast her evil influence, to hatch
Black parasites that burrow in my brain
Contaminate all thought, implant a bane”
Should this dark image linger unrelieved
Or might a metaphorical light switch
Restore a life where hope may be conceived
So cradled safe and calm, with ne’er a twitch
Neath skies with butterflies where bluebirds sing
Believe that? Chance you’ll believe - anything
Date your poem written: 10 October 2019
Contest where Not Placed: Itch witch glitch or twitch
DATE CONTEST WHERE NA'D WAS JUDGED: 1 Nov.2019
Writing Challenge - December - Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
House of commons, Quebec i think,? questions and
Odd answers; the air waxed thick..up to point..' debate
Was staged, till the veil of control, almost got frayed.'
Yet oppression was to carry this bout' the speaker flipped
And switched it out, on the un-reigned shouts, a little grim?Yet a smile indeed he wore, above the sober; gown of..
( Law?) The switch on beasts maybe is banned? Whithin
The border of that land.? If one is there it must belong to
Historys annals, and in real sad songs, owned by the folk
And not one man? An heirloom albeit not that grand.' I
For one observe such tricks, the denial of carrot
And the weilding of stick..Er i mean switch.!
Doing an Irish Jig***
(To the music of The Bothy Band)
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So early in the morning,
If you looked, you
Couldn’t tell that I
Was really awake,
With my mind mixing
Through an Irish hornpipe jig
Beside pretty Peg
And Tiddie Dunbar.
After meeting in
What seems a dream,
We’re friends now
Here in the Glen.
We click.
We switch and twist.
We swing quickly
Our feet forward
And back, to stir
Along on our route
Corner by corner,
Searching for a feis.
They can’t trail our tracks
On this fine traveling.
Perhaps we’re keeping
A foot to foot over the earth!
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/16/21
Thanks be to God
You say your feet hurt?
So, how're your hands?
--They're fine
That's right... They're fine
~ Flip the switch
You say work is demanding?
So, how's the pay?
--Pretty good
That's right... Ppretty good
~ Flip the switch
You say your kids don't call enough?
Do they text every day?
--Multiple times. How wonderful
Multiple times a day... That's wonderful
You're not disabled; you're healthy and able
You've so much food, leftovers fill your table
You've got adorable kids and a wonderful wife
You've so much to be thankful for in life
When to complain, you get the itch
~ Flip the switch
My golden dog,
two days after his death
I can still smell his fur
in my nose,
in my brain.
After frantic efforts,
we shared his last breath.
I watch the life leave
his eye.
His name was Cosmos and
I think there is a switch
on the spirally DNA
that's turned on more
for some than most.
Those that have it must beware
that it can take them
to their deaths.
Those that love them must be aware
that it can take them
to their death.
Cozzie's mother knew,
it is typical of the breed
to have the switch turned on.
She always held back a little perhaps
knowing where her genes
could take her.
I always sensed a certain sadness
as her doofus son bounced around
trying to please her,
please me,
please everyone!
Lick,licks, licks,
a thousand licks,
even for the cats he shared
a household with.
I think that his mother knew
where it would all end,
out on a walking trail
on a beautiful day,
doing what Cozzie love best,
pulling us all down the trail,
determined always to be first,
dutifully stopping at stop signs,
ready to take off
when given the "O.K".
There came a time in every walk,
that I didn't take seriously enough,
when he would say, "enough!",
and lay panting in the weeds,
embarrassed to be seen,
and we would wait,
until he was ready
to resume the lead,
apologetically wagging his tail,
for the momentary delay.
This was a normal day and
I trusted nature to set the boundaries
never suspecting that Cozzie's switch
was turned too high,
pushing him beyond endurance,
just to please.
The day came when his big body
collapsed in the weeds,
and he could not get up,
panting for his life,
and apologized to the end,
for his inability to please.
If only we could hold back those
with the Cozzie switch
and make them understand
that half a big heart
is enough.
No tugs at his line; it just goes limp
Mighty fisherman feels like a wimp
Looking back at his bait box
Wasn’t prepared for the shock
A gull flew off with one of his shrimp
I was talking to an elderly gent who was fishing from shore in Ormond Beach and this
actually happened as he was giving me "fishing instructions." We had a good laugh watching
the seagull steal the bait!
Be it sunny or cloudy
The weather determines my mood
On a bright sunshiny morning
My mood is upbeat and cheery
And conversely on cloudy days
My mood is sombre and sad
I really wish this weren't true
I see people every day wearing big smiles
And I wonder if they have down days like me
I assume myself to be an average joe
But have forever questioned that
We really need an “on/off” switch
To control our emotions
But I recognize that's not about to happen
It is up to us to make the most of each day
And share as much joy and happiness
As we possibly can with our fellow man
EVERY SINGLE DAY
© Jack Ellison 2014
Tappita Tappita Tappita--CLICK
type it all before I spl it
Cogs snap ripping loose my switch
Reality tilted stilted about to pitch
Your about to meet my true inner B***H!
That filter between wrong and right
Losing focus clean outta sight...
thoughts all jumbled...it screws me all up when we fight
Here's a redbull...get your wings and hit the door;
Fly back to that half off dime store whore
F O U R YEARS nothing but a waste
Of my precious time breath and space
I want absolutely nothing more than to .break. your. FACE!
Do the cha cha on your heart; gather the tiny bits,
Feed them to you slowly like dip on a ritz.
Time to let the anger fade,
you were a sad blind phase...
part of the thrill seeker bad boy craze.
If I had a dollar for every dozen roses
given after every black eye, every time you made me cry.
I'd be able to buy and sell your soul
enough times to fill this seeping hole,
chipped and cracked in my heart...
I guess though it's time we part.
Before I change my mind and cross the killer line.
The Light Switch
Our minds are like a light switch
We turn on with a flick.
But then as fast we pull the plug
And turn off just as quick.
Our feelings give us power
We feel the way we choose.
So be careful not to think too much
Or you might blow your fuse.
R. Biffany '09
The Switch-blade
Her past had begun to fade.
She really wanted it to; somehow.
Then the memories came back like a sharp switch-blade.
First was her father- who never stayed.
Who would walk her down the aisle now?
Her past had begun to fade.
After came a guy- whom she became afraid.
What was she to do now?
Then the memories came back like a sharp switch-blade.
Finally came her first boyfriend-whom alcohol was a Band-Aid.
Which she would never allow.
Her past had begun to fade.
After came another boyfriend- whom she was played.
Whom she never would have said a vow.
Then the memories came back like a sharp switch-blade.
It’s been like a decade.
Will the memories ever leave her now?
Her past had begun to fade.
Then the memories came back like a sharp switch-blade.
The devil done put a new face
on an old sales technique
It's brash, it's bold
It's tricky sweet
But it tastes sour, this maggot treat
He swapped the fresh for the spoiled meat
Had to bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
This new source of energy lies
beneath methane colored skies
Smells kinda putrefied,
smells like somebody died
Fracked up those new found lies
Alternative facts is the new dung
polluting the skies
But you still gotta sell it to the people
as sweet-smelling pecan pies
You gotta know how to
bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
Turning truth into lies
requires filthy lucre ... this has always been understood
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Spoiler alert: this truth-teller is gonna snitch
Those alternative facts being piped into your homes
is gonna make somebody filthy rich
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Give 'em the old landfill reservation trick;
so when you enter your latrine, you better watch where you sit
Check the fine print on the sales agreement,
you'll find you bought yourself a pile of excrement
Historical footnote: The Australian government removed Aborigines, the first natives, from their ancestral lands that was rich w/natural resources such as gold, silver and oil. They placed them in Central Australia on barren ground reservations atop toxic landfills. The American government did similar treatment to Native Americans.
My husband and I had a good laugh!
LOCATING THE SWITCH
light in the attic
when i asked for directions -
just push up or down
5/4/2022
The switch flicks
- and in that moment everything changes.
The flicking switch
rearranges everything;
what was important is suddenly
unimportant. Priorities re-prioritised.
Problems of great magnitude
minimised by the flicking of that switch.
The world is magnified and
suddenly a tiny usually trivilaised thing
takes on a wonder never seen before;
I watched that tiny ladybird for an hour
climbing a fox-glove stem and silently cheered
as it reached the top.
I watched as, drop by drop, the rain fell,
snaking its way down the window pane
and my own pain fell drip by aching drip
as it made a pool in the chasm of my heart.
I mustn't fall apart they say;
stay strong, think only positive thoughts.
I'm thinking that I can't think beyond today.
I'm thinking that something has started eating me away.
Is that negative or just realistic?
Someone flicked that switch you see
and I cannot see in the darkness.
I peer through the gloom looking for a light;
but the switch flicked
- and in that moment everything changed.
The flicking switch
blacks out everything.
Light switch: a toggle in which to turn something on or off...
Some would call it a gift
Others would say a curse
But I have dwelling inside me
A switch, a toggle if you may
That most don’t have
And many wished they did
When I make up my mind
To flip this switch
That’s it
No more
I’m done
The end
There’s no turning back
Something inside dies
Withers away
The roots rot
And whatever’s left
Blows away in the wind
It’s a way of surviving
Easier switching off
Disassociating
Than to keep getting hurt
Let down
Disappointed
Than to have faith in someone
Only for them to toss you away
People aren’t born with this
It takes consistent, diligent effort
To make someone choose
To install the switch
Or choose to continue to care
Years and years of building up
Until one day
There’s nothing left to give
All that one can see
Is an unsurpassable valley
Full of debris and garbage
Where others threw your faith
Your love
Another piece of you away
Once I flip it
The tie between us is severed
Singed
Never again will I choose
To let you near enough
To touch me
See inside of me
Take another piece of me
I’ve flipped the switch
No illumination of me
Only cold, lonely darkness
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