Best Test The Waters Poems
I had been studying to make Sergeant,
And was scheduled for the afternoon promotion board.
To get some practice and test the waters,
I volunteered for the morning's Soldier Of The Month Board.
The Battalion recently had been given
A ticket for the well-known Berlin Orientation Tour.
During the in-brief, the Battalion Commander
Said the ticket would go to the soldier with the highest score.
As luck would have it, I won;
Beating out by a quarter of a point a Staff Sergeant.
Not only was I going to Berlin for a week,
I was recommended to be promoted to E-5 Sergeant.
The Berlin Orientation Tour didn't count as leave;
As it was considered Permissive Temporary Duty (PTDY).
Riding the duty train to West Berlin
We had to keep all the windows shaded through East German territory.
The Wall had already come down by then,
But the Soviets were still occupying East Germany.
As a group we toured a modern museum
Documenting how some East Germans had escaped to be free.
One day we passed through Checkpoint Charlie,
And saw the Soviet monuments and troops in East Berlin.
I collected pieces just chipped off the Berlin Wall
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
Sound of Thunder
My pain is real
I cannot control my emotions
I walk in a haze
when I feel that dark days
are ahead of me
I would like to run away
but my fear is like a storm
fed by memories
that crash like thunder
stopping me in my tracks
My past haunts me
I am unable to forget
forever lost in time
Even my shadow shrinks
and disappears
I've always been a target
never holding the revolver
Bruised and beaten
my expectations were always
shot down in cold blood
Tonight I wish I had
the same liberty of youth
Then the silence wouldn't matter
and I could live like
there is always a tomorrow
I am that timid woman
standing by the river
surrounded by darkness
I need to test the waters
and plunge in
Terry.
10/9/2016
Someone said, “Now you’ve turned forty-,
What have you learned?
Your experience must be varied,
Your fingers quite burned.
You must’ve gone through troubled times,
Of disappointments you’d’ve quite a share;
But how does life’s learning
For your future prepare?”
I looked at my questioner
With a baleful and gloomy stare,
Not with anger or reproach;
There was no fire in my glare.
“Life, son,” I told him,
“Is what is learnt alone,
All advice from others
Is crumbs to a beggar thrown.
It’s what one takes out of life
That matters much more.
One’s own experience is what counts,
Go, knock on it’s stubborn door!
I’ve been sitting where you sit,
Asked the same riddle as you do;
But was pointed out a direction
And left to steer a course that’s true.
The helmsman determines the course,
The rudder needs control;
It’s how you determine your goal
And steer from the treacherous shoal.
So don’t ask of experience,
Test the waters on your own;
Find a guiding star to steer by
Don’t wait for it to be shown.
And when you, too, turn forty-
Think back and count your deeds –
The path you’ve trod is well behind,
Look ahead, move on, you’ll know where your future leads!
Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing.
As I try overcome my fears I continue
to be lower into the darkness.
A world of evil that has no understanding
It seems like the devil knows my every move.
I have created an evil spirit.
A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul.
I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go
No left or right turns.
The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay.
I dream this world being perfect at one time
Without one living soul on earth.
How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air.
There was no corruption whatsoever this world
was perfect and complete.
I am searching for this world.
How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness.
The thought of evil does not exist.
I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman.
A man with one mind, one heart, one soul.
One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters.
by: T Creston
Foster
Why…hurt…Why…hurt
Isabel, her gaze pins the accusation upon the one in question
And a solitary moment, frozen and regretted, hangs in the air
The intensity could set a lawn ablaze; still the ice remains its frozen nature
Her eyes, the weapon of guilt circulating the room
Could she be told the truth; can she handle it
Isabel, would she able to hold the truth down, peer pressure sunk the ship: our relationship
Would she fall apart worse than she is now
Asking relevant questions to the same scenario
Guilt…everlasting guilt, one of the most perfect tools of shame
Doesn’t really matter who says what or tries to make amends
The situation is already an unstable construction site; a broken trench planned to be created
A star-crossed couple reduced to staring across from each other
Wondering greatly what the other is trying to say; each thinking they own a piece of the fault
Who can say it’s all wrong when everything is falling apart?
Apologies may be the route to getting better
They say scars never heal but most think inside a box rather than a magician’s hat
Scars heal; they are just forever permanent and may be re-opened
To remind people like Isabel of where they’ve been
And the decision to if they wish to take the route again
They say time heals all wounds and no excuses could make things right
Well, let’s test the waters to see if those same sayings hold truth
Our chemistry is magnetic,
I love to taste your lips.
The way your body feels so warm.
The way you pull me by my hips.
You pull my hair the right way.
Gentle, but yet rough.
It's like I'm an addict, stuck on you,
I can't tell if it's love or lust.
The way you spank my a** hard,
hand prints all across,
taking me how you want to,
showing me who's boss.
Pull me closer into you,
your so hypnotizing.
I just wanna feel you,
as our body temp is rising.
I find you so f**** sexy,
I'll do anything you want,
just tell me what to do.
Touch you, tease you, kiss you, please you,
We can keep it old school,
or try something new.
Looking in your eyes,
I know you want me just as badly.
So let me suck you a little bit,
I really need a 'Daddy'.
Let's foreplay, roleplay, whatever you like.
Give me all you got,
I want that passion burning, pouring sweat,
A pleasure that can't be bought
Let's experiment, test the waters,
see how deep this goes,
To a place of pure bliss,
under covers, where the wild things grow.
When I was 18
When was 18, I wasn't worried about where my 21-year-old girlfriend was going to lay her head.
When I was 18, my hoop dreams began to wane with the realization I was only junior varsity good.
By the time I was 18, Desert Storm was two years over and joining the army was the furthest thing from my future.
When I was 18, I had two choices for school, a HOPE grant and a couple hundred dollars mom handed me.
When I was 18, I didn't know what life had in store but I was looking high and low for more.
Life had its own direction. It didn't have so many forks in the road and unlearned lessons.
I saw Rodney King. I saw those things, but I was young enough to believe the world gets better.
When I was eighteen, I didn't expect in a few years I would have a family, bills, and computations for life insurance deductibles.
Never thought the 41-year-old me would be talking to 18-year-old you.
When I was 18, it was expected to venture out, test the waters, see what life's about. As matter of fact, we yearned for independence. Knowledge and work ethic was our inheritance.
When I was 18, my world wasn't being ripped apart.
Maybe I was oblivious. Maybe dollar signs directed my existence. When I was 18, I was looking beyond the four walls of home.
I wanted to be a Park Ranger, live a life of sex, drugs and danger. (It's a running cadence) I grew up rather quick, figured out college wasn't it. Joined the Army and been running ever since.
You're 18 now, and as a father, as a man, I've never been more unsure. You face problems I didn't have in front of me. Didn't really have a dad with all of his "oughta-be's"
When I was 18, I couldn't comprehend.
Scary knowing the world is worse than what it was.
I want to keep you, but for life and love, I gotta release you. I pray my words keep you.
When I was 18, I believed in dreams, and you are one that has come true. I believe in you.
Underneath their charm lies a deceitful mask,
Meet the manipulators.
They are deceitful.
They mislead to control other’s circumstances.
Their tactics can create feelings of sympathy towards them;
As if they have an underlying pain.
Trust your deductions,
But never let your disgust lead you.
Never attack in front, never nag.
Call them a guilt monger;
Whether you speak up or not,
They can inflict your own made self-guilt.
They’re guilt trippers.
They are dirty fighters.
They never deal directly,
But act passively, aggressively.
They have subtle ways to cripple you.
They are players of a silent game.
They know how to test the waters.
They don’t take responsibility of their insolent behavior.
They are vulnerable as a rabid pit bull.
Avoid the confrontation!
Be calm, rational, and pleasant when facing them.
Ignore the emotional outbursts.
Never grimace or snap back.
Or else, you will be sorry. You will lose.
Life is a journey that is anything but turnkey
Full of many doors that we must open
As we find our way through another day
There are so many doors to choose from
Before all the opportunities
Will just flee or get by me
So we have to try to always reach for the sky
Turning all of life's opportunities on high
We have to let some pass us by
For every new door that opens
We need to test the waters
As they come ashore
We must not ignore what makes us soar
Before the next door closes
We need not worry or get in a hurry
About all the doors that are so blurry
For every new door that brings opportunity
Should allow us to foresee
Which are key for us to agree
Moving forward before the next door closes
We have to let go of those doors
That brings the doubt without clout
That turns our world all about
Making us want to shout
Why we figure out
Why we all stumble and fumble
Surely these are the doors that we must close
Because everybody knows it all makes us grow
Into the person, we have come to know
So take it nice and slow
And just find the right flow
Life is what you make it
So don't fake it
Or break it
But rather
Make it your own
I jump through hoops for my girl
She's so hard to love and cherish
Can’t seem to find the precious words
To make her see I love her so
I touch her gently ever careful
She thrust me away every time
What can I say to make it right?
To make her see our love is tight
I pray before I speak to her
Hoping to help her see I'm right
What she thinks is not the truth
I only want the best for her
I show her sympathy mix with love
She takes offense and runs away
The pain she feels is much too deep
She’s hard to appease when feeling hurt
I see her heart breaking down
From the pressures of her stress
I see her dying here before me
She binds my hands behind my back
She is so beautiful, soft, and sweet
I wish she knew the true I share
Behind those eyes, I see she's broken
Nothing I do can fix her now
I jump through hoops to calm her heart
Getting burned by her fire
In the end I test the waters, and
Love was sweet just like always
I love with all my heart,
With passion I play my part;
But when love becomes a strife
I run for my heart and my life.
I leave you to test the waters;
Truth in love is all that matters.
I cannot live a lie just to look good,
Lies will eventually mess a good mood.
Love is beautiful but lies makes it ugly.
friendship dies when deception fits snugly.
Liars and lovers may get along quite well,
But my dear, time will certainly tell…
Hopeless is absence of hope. Black without color is what? The sun has so much energy that it keeps itself growing. Take in the sun's rays. Let it build you as tall as the sky. May your head rest with the clouds.
Words are written to see if people are listening. One day the world will spin backwords. Ek believes so and that is sober too. Why does one test the waters? Tosee what is out there. The answer is out there. People just do not test the deep waters anymore for fear of running out of fuel and not making it back to were they can breathe easier.
Cautious spirits test the waters of my world
and call to me....then go away.
Perhaps they are perfecting
inter-mind devices, just like
psychic Edisons, Marconi's revenant
in breakthrough just for me, or else perhaps
celestial wallflowers, much too diffident
to follow up my name with headlines
from beyond the grave.
Am I their snuffling guinea pig?---
their crude receptor in this mass of flesh
that yearns for finely-tuned antennae
(please God, invisible,)
and color pictures if one may,
upon my mental screen?
No, I am most content
upon this cautious course,
though I know not the hazards
of its path, the travelers, or the design,
nor may I fine their metaphysical intent.
The reader knows, I speak with some regret.
for there are those who will decide
that I bear watching, lest my touch
upon their world begin to fade too much,
that I be too entranced of waves
they cannot... will not see.
Though I may somewhat fear the world
beyond white doors, I still invite
my curtained friends to part the night
with energy no instrument that science met
may sense just yet--no no, not yet.
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Do not disturb the water
The man once said to me
for those who've tried are no more
Quite mysteriously
They spoke of love and life once lived
A place called home, where all was his
It all burnt away, he said with a tear
and all i'm left with is this empty fear
As you see my friend we've much in common
But theres once major difference
you're not in a coffin
So feel free to take a swim
Test the waters he said with a grin
for I see you know which way to go
Dont make me push you in
I would, but not now
My teeth sinking slowly into my tongue so I don’t scream at the baby
Milk all over the table, papers, dripping down onto the chair
I could, but I won’t
Screaming into the pillow until needles prick at my throat
My nap interrupted feels like heroine being snatched away from an addict that is
ready to shoot up
Blood rushing through my veins and pulsing behind my eyes, pressure building
Needy child hands pulling at my last shreds of sanity
I can’t, but I do anyway
Where is it for God’s sake, I just put it down? The phone is ringing again, and
again
Warm hands in the dark test the waters of my failed libido
I can’t, but wish I could
Why don’t you get a part-time job, take some classes, join a group, start an
exercise routine?
Swirling murky thoughts just out of reach inside my corpse of a head
I would, but not now.