Best Thinking Time Poems
For Laura
She suffered in silence from the years of abuse
If not for the violence she felt of no use
She denied that her soul was addicted to pain
Inside she felt cold so her blue eyes would rain
She had beautiful dreams somewhere in her youth
Of being a queen then she discovered the truth
That love can go wrong if left up to a man
It will not be strong if it’s not part of God’s plan
Hope painted a picture with colors of laughter
Of missus and mister happily ever after
When he used to kiss her it encouraged her faith
The times he would hit her she didn’t feel safe
Through all the trouble she had time to conceive
Despite the struggle she just couldn’t leave
She knew in her heart things would only get worse
She accepted the dark blaming God for the curse
If not for her kids she’d give it all back
Thinking time won’t forgive what’s been done in the past
I wish I knew her before she was broken by man
To give these words to her so she’d understand
That a woman’s heart has one unique chance
She must use all her smarts when choosing a man
Not all of us can wear shiny armor
Some men you can’t trust they’d only harm her
But not to give up time can be a friend
You may have the Lord’s luck the next corner you bend
There is time for love you are still that queen
Ask the Father above and you’ll see what I mean
The beauty with in you will never fade
God has always been with you; He’s never delayed
I must remind you; you are His greatest gift
Don’t look behind and the pain won’t exist
Heartbreak is like shattered glass
They say they are here forever
Yet while you believed their butt
Forever is a lie, they actually mean never
Planning a future, gets your hopes up
Thinking time would change his mind
If it’s meant to be, it will fill your cup
Little did you know he would find
Someone new better than you’re
The pain he caused he don’t care
You feel like you caused this move
Arguing comes from dare
This broken heart shall heal
One day someone will steal
He can fix anything
no matter the year
the make, the model
but has his own way
No, just throw that
on the scrapheap
with all the others
Seriously, I just
want to work
I hate people
mostly but not always
Get a bigger hammer
depression my foot
you need a one way ticket
to Ethiopia
I'm having a smoke
it's thinking time
need to get more guns
but that's another matter
now I know how it works
only took three ciggies
Most tradies rip off their
best customers cause they can
but that's bull you don't
need it
No, just throw that
on the scrapheap
with all the others.
Born in 1874 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
Nicknamed Winnie, with a Bulldog spirit ~ resembled my Bulldog Bill
In thinking time sat on his ‘Throne’, Lord Privy Seal rang Winston’s phone
Yelling his retort said, ‘Tell him I can only deal ~ with one s*** at a time’
22nd January 2019
Contest: Educate Me with Humour - Leader Clerihew
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
4th place
Sir Winston Churchill was a British writer, military leader and statesman. Twice named prime minister of the United Kingdom, he was known for his bulldog spirit and his rousing rhetoric; he also won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1953. Churchill became the first civilian in the 20th century to be given a state funeral, which is normally reserved for kings and queens only. For three days and three nights, Churchill lay in state in 900-year-old Westminster Hall as more than 300,000 mourners filed past the casket, hewn from English oaks taken from his family estate. Such was the country’s admiration for Churchill that Queen Elizabeth II broke with monarchical tradition to attend a funeral for someone outside of the royal family. Even more unusual, the queen gave precedence to one of her subjects and arrived at the cathedral before the former prime minister’s casket.
17th November 2020
Contest Name QUAT-RO your four line Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Caged Women, treated like cave women,
not by our men like long ago.
Caged women, treated like crazed women,
a power struggle only few women know.
Dominated to the fullness
Not a chance in hell to win
Degraded beyond comprehension
all faith and hope running thin.
Caged women, Screws try their best to keep you down
Crazed women, always walk with their eyes to the ground
"The chains" clankety clank clank,
Not just on our feet on our hearts
"The chains" Clankety clank clank
linking the human to human parts
"The chains" Clankety clank clank
Sounding out into empty space and time
Heavy on our waist, even heavier on our minds
"Dammed Chains!"
Caged women, can't take much more of this
Crazed women wondering why we take this --it
Caged women, thinking time for revolution
Crazed women, fighting back is the only solution
"The sticks" Bipperty bam bam
crash down upon your head
"The sticks" Bipperty bam bam
beat you till damm near dead
"The sticks" Bipperty bam bam
back into the dorms we flock
"The Sticks" Bipperty bipperty bang
will someone send for the Doc?
"Dammed Sticks!!!"
Sometimes I have an impulse to scream.
I’m so approachable, contactable –
Email, mobile, in person –
Is there any time that’s mine?
Do I need any silence?
Thinking time?
Control?
Self-control?
All is static.
I’m drowning in the silent noise of my mind.
Consumed everyday,
Everyday details consume me.
Could I take some time?
Some time to breathe?
Does time want its quiet second or two?
I know I make my choices,
I choose the way I live.
Yet I feel I’m captive;
Not captivated as I should be.
I could love time if I didn’t hate it so.
I want to love time,
Not run from it afraid for my sanity.
I feel safest where I’m in control.
Even if I know I’m never truly in control.
Time is not an intimate love,
Nor at peace like the brother I’ve never known.
Should I continue to run from insanity?
Or can I learn that time is a sanctuary?
I’m
not sure
whether I have
free time or there
are things I’ve
forgot to
do
it is a dark night...moon has been watching earth thinking- time clicks new year
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December 27, 2017
Poetry/Monoku/time ticks
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9679-76-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Monoku 2
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Do you want me to play music?
This is a teacher who obviously does not write much.
I was giving them silent thinking time
for the thinking-writing activity I had assigned to them.
I am horrified, but it is her room.
I am the interloper, and she has already asked.
They have said ‘yes’.
Funeral dirge comes out of her computer.
I want to gloat; the kids look up, horrified.
I am here fifteen more minutes
in the bowels of hell with this woman.
Who is insistent on everything a particular way.
Perhaps that is why she has spent a year putting up no bulletin boards?
Only borders. I would rather be wearing an orange jumpsuit,
running from the cops.
But here I sit with my pasted smile
For twelve minutes.
Glad I am not one of these fourth graders stuck here all day.
Night time is such a long time
Time of thinking,time of dreaming
Dreaming of all the good times
Thinking of all the bad signs
But sleep will come along
And wipe your fears away
Leave you in a wonderland
Where nothing can harm your day
Day time is such a short time
Time of working not of thinking
Thinking about your life
Working away the hours
Then reality hits you hard
And all your fears appear
Leaves you in a daze
Wishing the night was here
Lone time is such a hard time
Feeling all the anger,feeling all the pain
Pain of all the dead dreams
Feeling of wasted years
Then night time comes along
Here comes the wonderland
Forget the lonely days
Love the dreams you find.
Today
time took time
to think;
Then truth
took thinking time
to task;
Testing teasing themes
that today taught;
trouncing telltale tragedies.
today,
thinking time
flowing…
no peace,
children dying
in war…
victims,
all those dying
in vain…
iced war,
cold melting life
flowing…
love left,
the war took her
away…
justice
looking…but not
seeing…
Marriage? Pull out the flesh calculator.
Love, number bottom of the list.
Spouse first? Five will do.
Me! YES! One over all!
Sex above the friendship?
Chuckling;
Communication can be established in the golden years.
"My need!"
"Yes indeed!"
Puzzling thought from my inner being;
Three moments down the bumming road,
"Can I be truthful?"
Sensual pleasure takes a nose dive.
Backup plan?
Friendship never established in the beginning?
Thinking time!
The individual thoughts? "It must be the other side lose."
"What about me, what I want in the desires?"
Yes!
The trade in!
The big 'D' word. (Och! From the writer.)
After all this,
I never knew God made people in the image of used cars?
In time,
Trade-in dealers get traded off to loneliness.
Looking out the window is easy
But can you go further than that vision
Looking at a door is easy
But can you go out that door instead of just grabbing the knob
Looking at an empty space is a world of unknown
Admiring a glamorous home instead of preparing yourself too get one
Looking out a window is easy but can you go out there and pursue it
You can see farther with God eyes just look at the vision
Wonder no more go and pursue your life
No more looking at doors and windows turn that knob open that window
No more thinking time for doing life too short for doubts
Go and pursue your dreams your heart needs it your soul will regret it if you dont
Open that window escape your fears and become who your meant too be
Go and be brave learn lifes trouble and fight with God words
Don't fight with arms speak Gods truths and pray too the hills
You can't fight this only don't wondering just believe and trust in yourself
Stop wondering Go pursue Stop looking and go get it and you will get what you want
Hourglass
By MEH3
As time passes
we try to find our own way
Not understanding life challenges
but not willing to turn astray
We notice our feet moving
However, it feels like we are running in place
Going nowhere fast
trying to chase His Presence
at a quick and fast pace
Understanding Faith is the path worth taking
Getting tested along the way
As the sand continues to pass
through the hourglass
each and every day
But do not look towards tomorrow
Enjoy and embrace each moment today
While being determined to finish this race
Do not try speeding up your pace
instead stay steady along the way
Do not worry about the hourglass
Thinking time is going to waste
But is it really going to waste?!?!
Just because we are moving at a snail's pace
At times moving too fast could make us lose our place
Only to get fatigued, along the way
At times we need to be still
in order to seek His face
Not worrying about the time it may take
But, realizing the prize you will get once you finish this race
So, as the sand pass through the hourglass
extend your hands and pray
that He will allow you to walk in His Presence
and provide you with His grace!
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