Best This Point In Time Poems
* A Paraprosdokian is a figure of speech
in which the latter part of a sentence or
phrase is a surprise or unexpected.
(I didn’t make these up. I tried to make
them rhyme for your enjoyment. Sorry
if it didn’t work!). Here goes —
You don’t need a parachute to skydive,
which is really very nice!
But, there again, you do need one,
if you plan to do it twice!
Always borrow money from a pessimist.
That’s a well known fact!
Cause if you borrow from a pessimist,
he won’t expect it back!
If I agreed with you,
it sure wouldn’t take too long,
for everyone to realize,
that both of us were wrong!
I’ve had problems all my life,
but, have been able to endure!
Once I was indecisive,
but, now I’m not so sure!
If you think I’ve enjoyed your company,
I really must admit,
I’ve had a wonderful evening!
Unfortunately, this wasn’t it!
Behind every great man there’s a woman!
Which is really no surprise.
Behind every great man there’s a woman!
Standing there, rolling her eyes!
Going to church don’t make you a Christian,
no matter who you are!
Just like standing in a garage,
isn’t gonna make you a car!
Last thing I want to do is hurt you,
that, I must insist!
Although, at this point in time,
it still is on my list!
Let me die peacefully in my sleep,
like Grandpa, is my greatest hope by far!
Not screaming, yelling, and crying,
like the passengers in his car!
I didn’t say it was your fault!
That I would never do!
All that I was saying is,
that I was blaming you!
For President, Americans choose from two.
Which is really kinda thrifty!
On the other hand, for Miss America,
they get to choose from fifty!
Knowledge - knowing a tomato’s a fruit!
A fact that’s very valid.
Wisdom - knowing you should never,
put the tomato in a fruit salad!
Now here's a contest that seems pointless
But, up to a point, I guess it will do.
The points in my life have sometimes been fruitless,
I just thought I would point that out to you.
Oh, the point of this rhyme
May be pointed one way,
But it is at this point in time
To score points by what I say.
The point that I am making,
Is that there is always some point
That life points in a way forsaking,
Giving your point a grave disjoint.
I have pointed out many times
that points are good and bad.
But the good points I remember better
Rather than the bad points I have had.
You can sometimes see how pointless it is
To try to point these things out.
As for the point I am making,
You get the point...no doubt!
When did I lose them --
Where did they go --
These things I remember
as a soft fire glows?
My early days, my springtime,
Left so far behind --
Comes quietly returning
As memories unwind.
Circus days and Sundays,
Spotted pups and Mondays,
A summer breeze, some Christmas trees,
A sad day in November.
Quiet nights and rivers,
Some takers and some givers,
Playing tag with all the kids,
Movie stars on ice cream lids,
A Mother's love, a wounded dove,
Are things that I remember.
Did I ever own them?
Were they ever mine?
Or does the fire play tricks on me
At this point in time?
Many magic yesterdays,
In the fire glow,
Just dance on through my reverie
And help the memories grow.
Fresh mown grass and kittens,
Superman and mittens,
Country stores and school yard fights,
Fuzzy worms and broken kites,
And cousins without number.
A child next door, when I moved away,
Stole my heart another day.
The firelight and memories
Give life to ample fantasies
To last through my December.
Why are you the way you are
On minute you seem like
The Best thing that this
World can ever do to me,
But then you can also be
The worst thing that I have
Ever and will ever know
Why do I even feel like this?
I said to myself that I will
Never again feel it but now
Now that I know you I can't keep to that.
I hate myself for even knowing you
At times, but just another smile
From you change everything
You stealing my heart right
Out of my clutched hand.
How can this even be possible?
I try so hard to say away,
But when I do all I think
Of is you and your smile.
You make plans to see me,
But do you think that you will
Ever see them through
You say that I am special,
But you never act like I am
Yes your words make me
Think that it’s so true but
Your actions towards me
Makes me feel that you
Never want it to be.
I feel like I am your doll
That when you feel lonely at night
You divide to take me down for
A game or two, but when the sun
Rises you put me back up there
And act as if I never existed
In your life not even as a friend
I am over playing this game
That you are into
I think that you should look at
How you are acting and make
Up your mind on what you
Want, coz I am over playing
This gamiest either me
Or not once you have made
Up your mind let me know
So I don't have to sit here
I am over feeling empty
Just want to feel complete
Again, but I just
Guess at this point in time
It’s not meant to be
Why just like someone
When you can love them
Or in fact even
Die for them
Once upon a time there lived a very small caterpillar. She was quite shy, meek, and timid of small crowds. She would even go out of her way to avoid confrontation with the other insects until one very important day. One day she saw danger coming to her caterpillar environment and so she had to go out on a limb in order to get the attention of all the other insects. She had to make her presence known and forget all about her shyness. She even had to dress a little bit differently and carry a different tune in her heart. She had to help the rest of the caterpillars see that there was true danger on the horizon. She needed to show them what the future would bring.
A certain amount of time had passed and small tragedies began to happen in her neck of the woods. The branches of her tree began to shake and the apples all began falling from the trees. She tried to warn everyone up until this point in time, but no one would pay attention to her. Now her popularity grew and half the insect population came to hang out on her branch of the tree. She could not rest day or night. She was barraged with requests to speak to the other insects.
Soon enough the weather changed and the leaves began to fall. It was now autumn time and a mighty gust of wind came and took them all up. Up, up, and away to a mightier tree than they were perched on before. It was the mightiest oak tree of all. It made the tree they were previously perched on look like a small sapling. Once they arrived atop the new tree their entire existence began to change. They were now safe. They had solid shelter. They also had a view like none other.
What is the moral of this story you might ask? The moral of this story is that it takes a small meek caterpillar to accomplish great things! It also takes a brave caterpillar to go out on a limb to ensure the safety of the rest of the community. And thirdly, if you want to do something mighty for your community you must imagine yourself carrying out the task even before the opportunity presents itself.
Jeremiah 17:7 But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him.
I find it quite strange
how so many people
desire drastic change:
Change would be so simple!
Change would be terrific!
Yet when I ask them,
what kind of change,
they leave out specifics
saying,
"Change is what we need
and change is for the better!
Staleness has gotten old
like an ugly Christmas sweater!
At this point in time
any change at all
would most likely do;
I care not what that entails
just as long as it's something
shiny and new!"
But pray tell, I'd wish you stop and ponder
what it is you're convinced is greener
out there in yonder.
Bigger house? Shinier car?
More fashionable attire?
Perhaps some allusive 'she'
whose heart you could admire?
Some people want to change
until the day they die.
While old-fashioned me,
can't help but wonder why?
Let us never exercise the thought of changing!
Let us be as mountain rivers ceaselessly flowing!
Do you recall what the seed said
before it became a tree:
some dream of changing,
I dream of growing.
Beyond like a dream
unfolding on this historic day
astronauts head skyward - heroes,
fools, call them what you may
The world watches in awe
its genesis where no man has been.
Strange land, a new beginning -
behold the lunar return to Eden
A cratered moon beckons,
this globe of reflected light -
Armstrong and Aldrin silently land,
Mike Collins considers his plight
Each man had their rituals
at this point in time.
Aldrin in silence broke the bread
and drank the holy wine
Now only bootprints remain
for some celestial traveller to find,
and a commemorative plaque that reads
“We came in peace for all mankind”
O’ moon, they walked over you -
revealed, you shine naked.
Your secrets exposed in the name of man...
Christ! Is nothing sacred?
Written: 1992
Orphan you poor thing
Orphan you poor thing,
So you are all alone now, no mom, no dad, just you
I know dear, I know that in this point in time life seems meaningless
I know you feel rejected, unwanted,
Could it be because of the people around you?
Orphan you poor thing,
There you are sitting in a dark room all by yourself,
Swimming in a pool of salty water from your eyes
Wishing mommy and daddy were there with you.
You sit there alone, you fear the dark, and you fear the night,
Each night brings you a new terrible reality of nightmares.
Out to hurt you? Out to rip you off you who know? They just might.
Child, you know by now that all that glitters is not gold,
People you thought loved you, will live you out in the cold,
The love they had for you when your parents were still alive,
That love has suddenly grown old,
And like all the old things, the love will vanish into thin air without a trace.
And in no time, they will even forget about you child,
Worry not my dear, weeping only last through the night,
Happiness will come in the morning
Soon you will forget that you too were mourning.
Poor Orphan
When the sun rises, go out there,
See what can do, deal with your fears,
Wipe away those tears,
And see what lies ahead
Use your head
Think, use your brain, use your intelligence,
That my dear is something they will never take away from you.
Poor orphan
You will work hard and build you old legacy
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, hard work surely pays.
When they see fruits of your hard work, they will be in pain,
They will remember all the bad things they said to you, all your hard work wont b in vain
Beyond their expectation, you will be successfully rich,
Then they will call you names, among others, they will say you are a witch.
But worry not child more insults will come, so will more accusations.
They will call you a thief and say you steal,
But worry not child for you will heal.
You will heal from the low self-esteem, low confidence.
Soon you will forgive them because a great future lies ahead
Don’t stop working hard in every possible way
And you will see poor orphan things will go your way.
Remember Poor Orphan, you are not going through this alone
There are millions others going through the same worldwide,
Self-pity won’t help.
Get up and work hard.
It’s good to get together as friends and confreres
like in table fellowship or religious convocation
and then, enjoy the company of each other’s culture
as Italians, Colombians, Filipinos or Brazilians.
The day after Easter Sunday adds another occasion
for us Scalabrinians to be reunited at this point in time
sharing the gifts of food, life, humor and relationship
with a space for fraternity, some updates and good wishes.
Truly, it shows the spirit of oneness and fraternal fellowship
sharing the commonality of our commitmment to faith
as brothers in Christ and members of our Founder’s order,
the religious congregation that cares for migrant people.
There’s much to do and plan for what we aim to materialize
in today’s world where migration poses a huge issue
like a salad bowl with mozzarella, tomato and olive oil
a metaphor for migration that deals with human cultures.
Described in the Bible as a growing missionary virtue
hospitality as a key to open one’s heart in this journey
With fearlessness and confidence, it’s a major issue
depicting the picture of global movements raised in action.
Our days of darkness, our bickering confreres in places –
where community life matters and features one’s emptiness
in dealing with one another in our quest for human and divine.
it’s indeed a challenge and will always be a test of faith, thus far.
This helps us understand through our setbacks, pains and joys,
with friends around and those who share with us many times
those sacred stories of being called to worship God and be present
especially in the Eucharist that nourishes our souls to be whole.
It was a silent night, the sun had gone down, the moon and the stars had taken over the night shift.
Little did the human species in my apartment know that there was a fascinating scintillating and charming creature present in my room. This fascinating scintillating and charming creature is a paragon of beauty, the creative handy work of the creator.
As the alarm of the wall clock sounded, alas! It was midnight. This paragon of beauty made her first seductive move. She smiled at me from the sofa where she was sitting. Her smile was contagious. Oh! What is this happening to me? I also responded with a smile. Right inside of me I knew I had already fallen for her but pretended. She stood away from the sofa and walked towards me.
As she bent over her body to kiss me, the two sets of her breasts popped out of her clothes. They looked so ravishing, enticing and inviting. Well, I was ever ready for this task ahead of me. I grabbed the two sets of balls and rammed into them using the expertise of my tongue to tickle the ever stirring nipples which had already grown over an inches longer. She moaned in deep indescribable pleasure and ecstasy as if she was in Fantasy Island.
On noticing her loud moans I sealed her lips with kisses, thereby reducing the volume of her loud moans. At this point in time my temperature had risen to its boiling point of breakage and needed a deep well of cool water to ease the high erotic tension. She has no choice than to ease this tension which she initiated.
I held and turned her under me and connected myself into her internet of extricating and electrifying pleasure island of no return. Finally out of my buoyant milk industry I poured out my milk into her desert to fertilize it. Ooh! I now feel like an accomplished man. With a deep breath of relief, I suddenly woke up from my sleep and discovered it was all a dream, a fallacy. Wow! I screamed. Why was it a dream?
The good and bad thing about time is that it's constant,
It always goes by,
And the days, months, and years have
Gone by in the blink of an eye...
You'll grow older and move on,
And I'll keep pushing and remain strong...
Time will not stop for anything,
It may feel like it's frozen for a moment,
But you look to the clock and times really flying...
We want to fast forward time, push pause, or
Rewind..
Maybe fix mistakes or find people we've left behind...
There's no such thing as staying in today,
We always want the weekend to come on Monday and for the never ending Friday
Time is not a song that you can just put on replay,
It is priceless, valued, and taken for granted,
To cherish the time given to us is a must,
To not worry about turning back time or what the future will bring,
But to breathe and appreciate every second
Of just being,
Time is not promised, and things can change,
Stop worrying about yesterday and focusing on tomorrow,
Those are now out of your range,
But at this point in time you can grab and make
The best out of each second, minute, and hour..
In time, there will be sadness, pain, and heartache,
Those feelings are inevitable,
At times it may feel like more than you can take,
We need to embrace the time we get together,
To smile and the sounds of laughter,
Feel the breeze blow, the sun rays..look up to the blue sky And be thankful for the time you have today..
Gold Medals Wanted...
At this point in time, it is a worrisome time when Malaysia as a country fumbles....
Economics, politics and a divided people are part of her myriad set of troubles...
In sports Malaysians generally sought relief and belief, and a little pride...
It is shocking but the facts are out and Malaysians need to quicken our strides..
We are devastated, we were shamed when UAE soccer boys hammered ours 10-0....
Our bastion of pride, Datuk Nicol David the ever energetic Duracell Bunny....
Was dislodged from her record 109 months' reign as Woman Squash Number 1 recently...
Our aging Datuk Lee, despite his playing years battle in badminton still for our country's pride...
But the years have taken its toll on his invincibility and Malaysians must accept he is on a downward slide....
Together with the our Bunny squash queen, they each try their very best to honour the country....
All Malaysians take awesome pride each time the national anthem is played loud and clear...
The anthem proudly proclaims a patriotic Malaysian who has battled tooth and nail to ultimately prevail..
Everytime a sporting son or daughter of Malaysia makes it to the winner's podium..
For now , Malaysians have heroes and heroines in squash, diving and badminton...
But our nation demands many more from its citizens, for the country to forge on...
For the elusive quality of a unified people is achievable and obvious in sporting glory...
Unified in spirit, pride and fame, Malaysians can pull together and weather all storms....
So, children of Malaysia, go for gold in all kind of sports in order a troubled Malaysia can reborn...
Go, Malaysia, go, go for gold! With your exploits, Malaysia is again a nation whole!
Sophie gained a MSci degree from London University,
In 2011, when she was 23, and was born prematurely,
So her Cerebral Palsy meant that post operation rehab,
Came thru the Riding for the Disabled Association, fab.
She loved Charters School, Sunningdale, an education,
And broke onto the Paralymic scene aged 16, action,
When as the youngest GB athlete in Athens, Greece,
She won a bronze on Hotstuff in the dressage piece.
The 2005 Hungary European Championships, next year,
Saw her win three gold medals, and then next again year,
The 2007 World Championships saw her win a bronze,
And in the freestyle dressage there were gold lawns!
The Summer Paralympics came round again in 2008,
But instead of the equestrian events being held, gate,
In Beijing with everything else, they were held away,
In Hong Kong, in the Olympic Equestrian Centre, way?
So determined Sophie competed in her second games,
To win an individual gold medal in the freestyle, claims,
And won a silver medal in the championship dressage,
This time on her horse Lambrusco, groomed corsage.
At this point in time in 2009, she won the MBE proud,
For her services to disabled sports, ‘cos she’s a loud,
Patron of many charities, and 2012 saw her take gold,
Once again, in the individual freestyle, postbox gold.
Sophie was given an OBE in 2013 in the honours list,
And in 2015 won a Woman of the Future Award to assist,
She works for Goldman Sachs in the financial city, hub,
With her first class masters degree in mathematics, club.
Australian Ancient Depths Of Time
Under deserts rusting tides of red
Mountains once collapsed themselves into the clay
Became flat lands stilted while sun hung ornate on the humble quiet
Beauty remained unobserved, unobstructed, ageless
At this point in time my team and I, consisting of two guides
Walked gently along soft earth near a simple gorge
Mules and archaeological tools fell through to darkness
Deep in the hole one man tumbled, crippled, died
The mules too met an ugly fate as well
My other man and I survived
Crawled for hours through a narrow passage in the underworld
In the labyrinth of black, accompanied by barely breathable air
Fear and hunger took hold
Our mental faculties began to fail
With no way out, we struggled on
By quirk or chance we happened on an open chamber
To stand, to glance, to reconnoiter an unknown civilization
Covered by time, embraced by centuries safe keeping
Thick vases found in sandy walls housed oils
I had matches and some rope to light our way at last
Other vases filled with beans and herbs unearthed by us
Treasures to save us from starvation!
Olive oils tasted nasty, black beans were worse
But Australia’s hidden depths were fascinating finds
We tied ropes around our new supplies, dragged them behind
The maze, the cave, gave us many bones and pottery for exploration
We hope the ancients will forgive us for eating all their food
I think they no longer need it in the tomb
8/28/14 Contest - poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11
I write in remembrance of the late Dennis Liwewe (Zambia's No.1 and Celebrated Football Commentator). Here is a short football commentary:
"Ah, this is Dennis Liwewe. We are here in Mauritius, where the two sides, Zambia National Team and Mauritius National Team will battle it out this afternoon. Capacity crowd 40,000.
The referee is from Kenya and match commissioners from Nigeria and Senegal respectively.
At this point in time, the referee blows play on , and Mauritius team take the ball back to their goal keeper. A loose ball pass the centre circle, a bad pass by Zambia we are in deep trouble, Only to be saved by the Goal keeper Efford Chabala. This is no other than Kapambwe Mulenga, defending very well. Ball zooms out for the throw in. We are beaten in the air, Ashios Melu picks up loose ball, he beats a man in a double one two situation, he kicks a tumble, which is well chested by Kalusha Bwalya ( popularly known as Great Kalu). Great Kalu beats two, three Mauritius defenders. Great Kalu within a firing range, hammer. It's a gooooooal 1-0 to Zambia. Back to the studio for our sponsors. Mauritius are coming in a counter attack situation, their dangerous striker is breaking even, Bomber. It goes away. Again and again, Zambia takes control of the situation here, Efford Chabala pumps a long ball passes the centre circle, we are good in the air. Kelvin Mutale dribbles two Mauritius defenders, hammer. It's a goooooal Zambia leading by 2-0 . Second half , Mauritius are very aggressive at the goal, they want to equalize. We are in deep trouble again here, sliding tackle by Kapambwe Mulenga, and the ball zooms for a corner kick for Mauritius. Headed away by Ashios Melu, a little pass to Charles Musonda, passes the centre circle, he turns 360 degrees. He passes the the ball to Kelvin Mutale ( the master dribbler), it's a gooooooal, 3-0 to Zambia. We are in the dying minutes here,
And the referee blows the final whistle. This is Dennis Liwewe signing off. Pick it up ZNBC studios in Lusaka, Zambia.
May his soul rest in eternal peace
Concept by Zambian Sports Lovers
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
Note: Dennis Liwewe made Zambians to love football in the 70's, 80's and 90's when we had 2 band radios and few television sets, we were glued to the radios young and old, less educated and highly learned. He made sure that the message is loud and clear.