Best Throwing Caution To The Wind Poems
Sand dunes lay upon the desert floor
graceful ridges , mountains high
tempting the fool to build his house
on sweeping curves in constant motion.....a ship adrift on a stormy ocean
throwing caution to the wind.
Swirling specks as they do fly....filling nostrils, blinding the eyes.
Here a face....castles on the other side
which teasing winds again blow aside.
Shapes and designs he builds again
unafraid.... no sign of rain
to wash his efforts with cool disdain.
He builds a fortress where he stands
to protect him from the enemy's hand.
Grit in his eyes....a crunch between his teeth...sandpaper on stone
beneath his feet.
Blowing high... blowing wide, twirling bits....stinging whips
not a place to hide.......as the swirling sand his cheeks doth kiss.
Into his robe it flows as he pores his way underground
hoping for shelter from the storm.
Yet one more time he tries his hand
at building shapes that will not stand.
He's yet to learn ....that simple mind
One cannot build castles in the sand.
"Passionate Masquerade"
a romantic interlude evolved to torrid love affair
taut triangle, impossible to win,
we played our parts as flimsy as candlelight din
heartache would stain, vicariously, all those unaware.
secret rendezvous excited two bodies, bare,
feelings fulfilled at the expense of sin
whispered words of tender love and passion wearing thin
throwing caution to the wind without thought or care.
selfishly, we fed our lust in secluded hideaway
emotions tend to fool lovers entangled in web of lies,
cracks in tapestry swallow sweet joy like threads that fray
disruptions caused by clumsy alibis,
a happy home, dismantled, by a wanton stray
romance has exited as swiftly as once 'twas wrought with sighs.
*For Black-Eyed Susan's Any Poem Again Contest.
*Sept. 27, 2012.
Luke lived in a place prone to an earthquake.
One in the offing made him shiver and shake.
He decided to act with full speed
Throwing caution to the wind indeed.
And moved to south Florida for safety’s sake.
New Year's Resolution, 2017 (Light Humor)
For the longest time, it has been stated that we use only 10 percent of our brain.
Of course, the hold idea of brain usage is in dispute for a myriad of reasons.
So let us assume that it is not true that we use only 10 percent of our brain.
Let us also conclude with the idea that we utilize far less than is available to us.
Let us suppose that we use 30 percent and declare ourselves smarter than we think we are. With that in mind, I am throwing caution to the wind and saying,
“Look out world for my brain because in 2017, my resolution is to start running on all cylinders”. I hereby resolve to use the remaining 70 percent of my brain.
30 percent simply is not enough to make the necessary changes.
I hereby apologize for the portion of my brain that has been idle for years.
Just to think about so great a neglect is enough to bring me to tears.
Just imagine how such an achievement helps to free us of so much pain.
Who knows? Maybe I will be able to inspire a million others to do the same.
Just imagine all of the untapped potential just waiting and sitting there.
Just think for a minute and try wrapping your brain around that if you dare.
Perhaps we will learn how to build a beautiful new city at the bottom of the sea.
I can visualize a jumbo jet flight from the Eastern seaboard in New York City, sucking in enough solar energy to fly all the way to the City of San Francisco.
I tell you, with a fully utilized brain we could at very low cost make fresh drinking water from the salty sea. Unlike The Straw Man from The Wizard Oz,
I have a brain. Therefore, I shall resolve to use the other 70% of my brain. And who knows? Perhaps we can keep singing , “My Country, Tis of Thee”.
It is going to take more than brain power to save America and the world.
But fully using our God-given brains? How can it hurt?
12212016 PS Contest, New Years Resolution, Kim Rodrigues
(FYI:( There is no scientific evidence that we use only 10% of our brain. On the contrary, an article in Scientific America concludes by saying, Ultimately, it’s not that we use 10% of our brains, merely that we only understand about 10% of how it functions.)
Breathing in autumns air is refreshing to my soul
I'm in awe of beauty surrounding me, as I leisurely stroll
Colourful leaves dancing, doing their best to cajole
Throwing caution to the wind, down the hill I roll
Now leaves are sticking to my clothes and in my hair
Actions of a child, but priceless is the smile I now wear
Foliage of orange, red, yellow, green and brown everywhere
Trees rustling their pleasure, joyfully rejoicing at my flair
The wind picks up, whistling natures sweet tune
A slight chill is in the air for it's now late afternoon
The sun strives to shine brightly, glistening off the lagoon
Days are getting shorter and earlier rises the moon
An exquisite valley beckons, an enclosed paradise retreat
Sitting against an ancient oak, resting my weary feet
A beautiful sight to behold, not an inch marred by concrete
Now special place to come, when one wants to feel complete.
For Gail's 'Autumn's Breath' contest
What if we'd met at Jackson Memorial in the neonatal ward,
Placed ever so gently, side by side, facing the outside world?
And our parents and relatives and friends they had
Giggled thru an over sized window
And waved and pointed and cooed at us,
Two tiny babies in little pink blankets with silly hats on our heads.
The joy of our grandparents. The meaning to life.
Heirs to the family misfortunes.
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly went home to be loved by all.
And walking and talking and learning to trust
Were taught in our childhood years.
And you learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the A.M.E Church on the corner
And I learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the Baptist church on the square.
We gossiped together each morning and "double dutch-ed" at lunch.
You angled me through geometry class as I read you through English Lit.
I cheered when you made cheerleader and you cried when I didn't.
We laughed when I made Homecoming Queen,
Went to Macy's and picked out a dress.
Then the day finally came, with diplomas in hand,
Throwing caution to the wind,
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly plunged into the outside world.
And through the years, no matter what, we stayed friends to the bitter end.
As husbands came and husbands went and the world grew up around us.
We loved and prayed and raised our babies.
We shared our families' misfortunes.
Together we sang "Amazing Grace" when people we loved went Home.
And never once in all that time did we ever look askance
That you are a woman of color and I am some shade of white.
Children do things their own way.
Rarely do they give it a second thought.
Always throwing caution to the wind.
Poo poo sometimes hits the fan!
Four letter acrostic contest. Oops didn't follow
instructions, can't enter this one. Still hope you enjoy.
Sweetheart,
We felt the fall in early June,
love born of a Summer sun.
By August, I was in your arms,
life's best had just begun.
Like falling leaves of Autumn trees
throwing caution to the wind,
you carried me like a gentle breeze
to places I've never been.
Weightlessly drifting in happiness
I feel each sweeping rise,
discovering our harmonies
with breathless sweet surprise.
I fantasize we stay adrift
through life and time to recall
how each new day through seasons of change
we always felt the fall.
Still falling in love with you,
Jeannie
{EXTRA PRODUCTIONS}
Dedicated predestination escapades
Celestial especially preresequites
Difiniti extro-skeletons mini+thins
Cherry skoal impeding doom death throes
Throwing caution to the wind Jethro JJ escalations
Remastered Reproductions Catasphore' Confuscious Anthropology
Follow suit swedish clocks Air Force Girlfriends ass is yummy
Catch 22 Suite' 333 Denison Plaza Percision
Company (3) three requesting medicine Life saving relationships
Destiny Finesse enter treapordy
Pages refreshening connections infectionous
Illusional images imagine imagary dashlights splendid
Dish Hughes Net network equipment fist full of diamonds
Death Pool comparisons test tubes paper preparer
Mad is HIM testaments impaired extrocist
Sinclair cupboards cupid's arrows head shots
Dual bowls then Ice bowls Almighty Ones Nice Bowls
Caressa Coretta stop Cara carebears Beonyce' Sexual Extra Productions
Expos editing Nets Superior West
Quikened Fast And Deadly
Ten dear death threats tender years Rascal Flats
Shekels she kills refills Grim The Reaper Friendships
Leap years Chip in^a^dale Spade feel Trumps I'm in the Power
Rim dial Tim-Tim as the sequel
Lethal Weapons Master Friends in the Bleachers
Teror Cherry Teachers teenagers revealing tweeny sacks
making a killing making Tim a killer
the water in the teapot is boiling &
the top is rattling---
as the hot steam begins to bubble out
the piercing scream is coming---
14+ million out of work
no universal health insurance
foreclosures upon foreclosures
(just in time for the “holiday season”) &
the
99%
have
had
it---
while the mainstream media does its best
to avoid the happenings within the belly of this empire,
it is unavoidable now,
as those who are out of work
who cannot pay to see a doctor or pay for their loved ones to get
proper hospitalization,
are on the brink of throwing caution to the wind,
like kamikazes ready to suit up
like a gurgling sickness in the stomach that the 1% refuses to try &
medicate,
but then again,
we’ve had enough of the band-aids---
it’s said “you shouldn’t try & fix what isn’t broken,”
but it’s time to revamp that saying
you should break what you cannot fix,
you should break it & throw it out the window &
start from scratch---
this is where we are headed.
and everyone knows it,
because the escapist tendencies of the 99% are fading,
primarily because those who would choose to, can no longer afford to &
what is left is a people at the end of their ropes---
within days of troy davis’ execution in georgia,
anwar al-awlaki was executed in yemen,
making it quite clear that the lions are on the coliseum floor &
those that have been chosen to be eaten alive for the
entertainment of those that have the money & leisure to watch
are just the beginning.
giggling up high in the stands,
those who have profited from this steady downward spiral
seem to be on autopilot,
walking through the undisturbed routine of their days as if nothing is going to happen,
as if those events that have taken down longer standing empires in the past,
will not affect them.
if when it all goes down,
we will be incarcerated at best
like those 700+ on the brooklyn bridge,
rounded up like cattle for a few shocks & a branding
(in hopes they’ll do what they’re told),
or in the worst case,
be executed ourselves as a result of an inevitable
clash between an armed public & those that have been
depriving us of any real chance at long term survival
under these conditions,
well, one would be a complete idiot if
they did not throw up their fist in the air
NOW!
The election date was settled,
There were only two contenders -
An Angel named Forthright
And the God Who now presided;
But the polls predicted Forthright's right-wing swing!
Angel Forthright deemed God useless,
Said He'd lied and cheated -
Drowned millions in The Flood;
Covered Pompeii up with mud
For little more than enjoying life's vast pleasures!
God had backed His actions up,
Putting everything up front:
"The people there had sinned,
Throwing caution to the wind.
You cannot say they never had fair warning!"
"You lie!" cried Angel Forthright;
"Even You cannot deny it.
What of Soddom and Gomorrah?
Your life is steeped in horror.
You'd just as well throw in the towel right now!
And then of Precious Eden -
You said Adam was a Heathen.
Put temptation in his way
Then You have the nerve to say
That he'd defied the Laws of God and all that's sacred!
I ask you dear voters,
Is He the One to hope on?
This poor conniving fool
Who thinks Godhood's just a tool
To use towards His own scheming devices!"
But Forthright's fury turned to panic
When the people dubbed him manic
They said God's gifts had far outnumbered
All the things that He had blundered
And they'd much prefer to rest their hopes on Him!
Angel Forthright bowed his mane
For his rhetoric was in vain
And one phrase rang through his mind
As he left the crowds behind -
The haunting sound of 'Blessed are the Meek...'
free(style dis)association
won’t be the one you remember who does you in/for if you been watching your back you been under your own skin/you learned the hard way & time & time again/no one will be there when you fall down & hit your head/up you go to dust yourself off/to sharpen your tongue & improve on your scoff/filling your bag with your weapons of choice/the most important thing you got to pack is your own voice/what they try to squash to squeeze to strangle/is the freedom that you assert when you learn to mangle/when you are throwing fists when you are stabbing down/is it you in the mirror with the pathetic frown?/no one upon this earth has the right to pretend/that it’s you that has to follow them to the bitter end/you be better off knocking them down the stairs/on your way down your own path with nothing spared/don’t owe a thing to a god like they say you do/don’t owe a thing to a government that would sooner kill you/than try for a moment to lift you from the dirt/with universal health care, a decent job or an education system that works/it’d all be better for everybody concerned if you just lock yourself up in a cage & watch yourself burn/but you & i know that this would just not do/you got a chip on your shoulder?/you got something to prove?/for those that want to sleep all the while they’re alive/you’ll be throwing caution to the wind if you do try/stepping out of your own box/leaves nothing to be imagined by the ones holding the locks/if it is to be that you don’t drink the kool-aid n’ cyanide/then you’ll walk out of this one when all the rest die.
No ones ever even been in an empty room
And now's as good a time as any to tell you this:
I don’t feel regret if it was right for me at the time
We spend so much of our lives with regret
It might as well be our husbands and wives
And no ones ever even been in an empty room
So next time you’re sitting alone,
Remember that your guilt and suppression
Will keep you anything but cold
When is the time to throw caution to the wind?
It wasn’t getting you towards justice anyways
Throw your pennies into streams and caution to the wind
It wasn’t getting you that respect you crave anyways, now was it?
If I had a dollar for every business mogul that disappointed the world
I could retire and live at a resort at 19
Like uncultured moths to a poisoned chalice flame,
Too many corporate pitches with more sham than champagne
Everything’s a scam and it’s better to face this now
Druggies might be liars, but so are lawyers
there isn't much difference
And we all know you get back what you dish out
Don’t be throwing stones at the working class from a glass house
Like semi-blossomed moths to a counter-culture flame,
Now’s as good a time as any to tell you:
Our number one issue is not eccentric change
I’m throwing caution to the wind and verbalizing my hot takes
Every life lost without repercussion is a loss of faith in my eyes
Rules can be broken and bent
But mirrors don't break, they multiply
And soon, all you’re gonna see is heartbreak in my eyes
With more political pyromania than Lord of the Flies;
Like gullible moths to a discreetly anarchical flame
I don’t feel regret if it was right for me at the time
We spend so much of our lives with regret
It might as well be our husbands and wives
And you can see and feel emptiness
But heartbreaks lives in all of our eyes
In my life, all I need
Is beautiful music
All the sweet melodies
Swaying in the wind
Happy days here
Listening to beautiful music.
I've always lived in my mind
Throwing caution to the wind
Some say I'm lonely
I merely state I'm homely
In my world there's only one thing
Beautiful music.
As the sounds shift
Lingering in the air for a bit second
And they finally fade away
The song keeps playing in my head
I go over that final note
Beautiful music.
Could you please play me a piece?
Though you have no guitar or violin
Just the sound of your voice
Your laugh like a thousand little bells
Is just enough for me
My beautiful music.
It's a silly dream of you and I
To walk this dangerous path of absolution
Every day we ask each other why
Too scared to breathe and too drunk to run
Intoxicating, the way we speak in glances
Following our path with reckless abandon
So out of touch from lives of second chances
How bitter we are, from games never won
At the brink of the abyss, we share a forbidden kiss
Homophobic stares are the best we can hope for
The unwritten price to pay for moments full of bliss
Their weapons are sharpened slurs, more violent than before
Laughing like we know, we should have died years ago
So what's the harm in throwing caution to the wind?
Somehow we never lost our minds, in spite of all we know
Holding on, we tilt our heads, to see a bit better around the bend