Best Tables Are Turned Poems
There are instances in nature that imitate the nature of some humans.
Tis sad but true that...
a mockingbird makes fun of another bird who sings more beautifully
a thorn pricks until it draws blood, but it never injures the rose
a moth thinks it has beautiful wings, until a butterfly emerges
a crow takes pleasure in taunting others until its feathers get ruffled
a bully intimidates but gets burned when the tables are turned
narcissists think they are in control until someone laughs at their arrogance
plagiarizers and AI users... nah. Their denial is a waste of time
Heathen warriors dressed in the plaid
Victims of time and an evil brigade
Pursue their beliefs far into the South
Gaelic words from a Jacobite mouth
Like bairns against many a gun
The highlanders decided to run
Not for home and to safety for sure
But on, eyes glowing with revenge and more
Years ago when those from the south they came
Leaving thousands on our hillsides, all slain
They stole our life and what we had made
With their falseness, cowardice and anti-accolade
But now the tables are turned time about
Revenge is found now, many lessons will be taught
Against those who fight with machines of steel
May defend, but our devilry will help us kill
Once again we'll live alone in peace
Sad how it had to end as massacre
Resentful we are but necessary to achieve
So let the pipers play and broadswords sag
And dance below the Fairy Flag
With jigs and reels to please the folk
Voices of the aged in the darkness, do croak
The waters of the loch are crystal clear
Only one shall disturb me, brother of mine
his barren land that we love so dearly
Only hours ago we lost it nearly
We fought as only Scots know how
Completely fearless, pipers in the line
Until we defeated- was only a question of time
Our life, life.....wonderful tartan life of mine
When my days are over
and the good Lord calls me home.
When I reach the pearly gates
and for my lifes accounting I do wait.
Will my account at God's bank of good deeds
be full or over drawn?
For my sins do I still have a debt I have yet to pay
or have I paid my way as I've gone along each day?
Will St Peter let me in the pearly gates
or have my sins earned a debtors fate?
This was inspired by Elliott Bowe's poem When the Tables are Turned.
Why am I here, what's in it for me
All this black and white is there anything else to see
What's behind those doors, let me escape
Black or white I don't want one choice
There's nothing in it for me
Just let me be free
"Love"
So I said it just once
Now I have found out
It's a casual mess, that's used as a trap
Causing nothing but damage
Oh, don't you love me?
Until the tables are turned
They say it matters but it's just a weapon
Used by both sides
That's why I will never say it again
So please just stay away
I said to be with you I would die
But to be away from you, you would die?
This was my choice, I chose to have destructive bliss
But I have been here before
So just take your departing kiss
as fair as fair goes
a fair is a place
where people take rides
if you are expecting fair
you'll be taken for a ride
equality you say don't be fooled
nothing ever measures up
when you pit one thing against another
nothing is ever fully the same
not even identical twins
there’s always the slightest difference
we live in a fair is foul
foul is fair world
ala Shakespeare, we judge harshly
only to quip, 'that's not fair'
when tables are turned
as fair as fair goes
and that's not fair
don't get stuck on a ride
if you do find yourself
moving in uncontrollable motion
try to hop off or enjoy the ride
as fair as fair goes
and that is unequivocally
not that far...fair
Horror Story.
Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound
Still scared of the dark when no one’s around
I hear her snore in the room above,
A reassuring growl, is just enough
In the film a killer is stalking
All the lights off, no one’s talking
Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream
Has no affect on those in the scene
A glint of a knife, raised in a hand
Bet she regrets this one-night stand
I know, I know, it’s only acting
I could tell, the kind she’s attracting
I’d have given her really sound advice
Forget the murderer, find someone nice.
But no, he’s here, no is not the answer
She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer
The tables are turned, during the struggle
I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle.
David Cox 17/02/23
I gathered the rakes...
for leaves had covered everything
I gathered the limbs and made up my mind
My dad is 82 years young and it is all left up to me now
Spring is in the air, and there''s work to be done
The tables are turned and I''ve learned a lot
As I sat on my papa''s knee
tuning in to his wisdom
As I helped strong busy hands
clean up natures many grande messes
And during those glorious evening walks
exploring the results of our daily tasks
Pure contentment... satisfaction at ease!
The ending of one''s long journey...
scurrying into another''s
simple visionary walk in life...
Chosen while resting on ''that'' knee
and enjoying great ''wise tales''
Spring is in the air...
--Shirley Sibley
In olden days folks seemed to care
About friends and strangers everywhere
Though things were often in short supply
There seemed enough to “make it by.”
An attitude of community seemed to prevail
Especially in times of great travail.
Being neighborly was common then
It reached beyond next of kin.
In this day of constant haste,
There’s never a moment most have to “waste.”
Is “waste” really the appropriate word?
Does helping a neighbor seem so absurd?
It seems we’ve lost a needed trait.
We seem to have not a moment to wait.
If we, however, are ever despaired
Would we then wish that someone cared?
It’s odd, somehow, that when the tables are turned,
We find ourselves wishing more compassion was learned.
That “learning” which then is so desired
Is often by many not acquired.
DO YOU REALLY CARE?
Dr. Jim Martin
In olden days folks seemed to care
About friends and strangers everywhere
Though things were often in short supply
There seemed enough to “make it by.”
An attitude of community seemed to prevail
Especially in times of great travail.
Being neighborly was common then
It reached beyond next of kin.
In this day of constant haste,
There is never a moment most have to “waste.”
Is “waste” really the appropriate word?
Does helping a neighbor seem so absurd?
It seems we have lost a needed trait.
We seem to have not a moment to wait.
If we, however, are ever despaired
Would we then wish that someone cared?
It is odd, somehow, that when the tables are turned,
We find ourselves wishing more compassion was learned.
That “learning” which then is so desired
Is often by many not acquired.
Turned to high voltage and keyed up,
up hard right to strike fresh levels.
Levels that can leave some unhinged,
Unhinged ‘til the tables are turned.
Turned into this savage with love,
love that was inhaled so deeply.
Deeply mixing sparks with nitro,
nitro that left her whole world turned.
If only you knew what you did today,
Would it all change words of yesterday?
Or did it all happen just so you’d learn?
You can see better as the tables are turned.
The lessons we learn seem to come at a cost.
What we learn weighs against what we lost.
Things keep moving, time marches on.
Thing that are lost become what we long.
I wonder was it worth it the price paid.
All I left behind I wished could have stayed.
The sun rises up to greet this new day.
Memories haunt the events of today.
I know there’s no sense living in the past.
You can never outrun the shadows it cast.
You woke up today life passed you by.
Maybe you just forgot how to try?
I find myself older yet I lost some trust.
It was left in the rain and started to rust.
Once it is lost it’s so hard to get back.
I try some new cards from off of the stack.
It doesn’t seem better but it could be worse.
Maybe my destiny has plotted this course.
I don’t expect anything I see what’s to come.
I see what I need and try to grab some.
DOG DAY AFTERNOON
Old hound takes a nap in the shade of the trees
No pep, no sap, no afternoon breeze
He's much too lazy to chase the neighborhood cat
Who sauntered on by, and smugly sat
She taunts and preens, this feline brat
Hound opens one eye, scratches this and that
Too lazy to notice the bothersome cat
So Miss Cat curls up to take a nap
The hound, the cat, snooze side by side
Till the afternoon sun bids the day goodbye
Old hound wakes up, yawns and stretches
Miss Cat wakes too, her behind itches
They groom, and lick and scratch their fleas
No modesty, they bathe with ease
Then the hound stands up, with change of heart
He starts to growl, that's when trouble starts!
Miss Cat perks up, the tables are turned
She attacks full force, her neighbor is spurned!
Now things are as normal, as they can be
Old hound chases Miss Cat...right up the tree!
They come in all shapes and sizes, large and small
Just trying to get through this world, trying to survive
But they all have one trait
Beaten down to the ground, once stood tall
Might be crawling, but still alive
They crawl away and wait
Wounds are licked, the scars will always be there
Blood is lost, the war that will not die
Once the hunted, now becomes the hunter
Tables are turned, their dreams become a nightmare
Tooth for a tooth, eye for a eye
They were not made that way by nature
The body weaken, the mind grows stronger
Learning from past mistakes made
Slowly waiting for that day
The yesterdays have passed, now come the future
So that they price will be paid
Could well be Judgment Day
What goes around, sooner or later comes around
When the giver becomes the receiver
That is how it is when life is the teacher
When peace and tranquility are found
Making the deceiver become a true believer
And the healing of a wounded creature
'Tis another moonlit night.
My prey is within my sight.
His thinking, that was his mistake
That I, alone was his to just take.
Oh but the tables are turned
As it is his flesh that is burned.
He watched me from afar
And takes me to his car.
Just like any man that sees me
He thinks it was his destiny.
Oh it was definitely an act of fate
One that he won't get long to hate.
For you see I am not what I appear
You think I am a lady that is dear.
I am actually waiting for your gall
And that will lead to your downfall.
I will let you think that I am yours
As we are heading out of these doors.
I will tell pretty little lies to you
What's in store? You have no clue.
As we go back to your room
It is to lead you to your doom.
My partner patiently awaits
The diversion I create.
Once we are inside
You realize I lied
There is no help for you
This is something I must do.
Oh you try so hard to flee
But we keep you with much glee.
As we hack away at your body
Our work is not very shoddy.
We enjoy the blood shed
As your flesh we do shred.
Time for the body and clothes to burn
Leaving no evidence was easy to learn.
Men out there beware
Approach me if you dare.
My lover and I have not a care.
This game we take everywhere.
So many people with so much to say
Seeking notability increases their way
With each other they'll all compete
Top position is what they seek
Wanted to be known as only the best
Strong contenders rise above the rest
Starting gossip so as others to discredit
However when questioned deny they ever said it
This is the life of a dealer of drugs
Often surrounded by a group of thugs
Tryin to take what isn't theirs
Actin out like they don't care
Until one day and the tables are turned
Karma has begun it's what was earned