Best Time Is Money Poems
(enjoy the puns)
I happen to be a busy bee
always racing with time
since time how it flies for busy bees
Ah wish I could just lasso it
like a cowboy does his horse
and thereby bring it to a standstill!
And if I don't waste this valuable Time
I think I could buy me some extra time
For time is money it's said
Ah wish I could just catch it
in a nook or a noose
as it flies by at will.
For at this rate the clock is ticking by
like some never exploding time-bomb
while I'm forever running out of time
so I wonder then how still
others just take their time
or be killing time coz they've time to kill!
For I can't be killing this precious time
I don't have any spare time on my hands
And it is but challenging to make a chum
out of that swinging pendulum
Time is racing, it's outpacing
For me it seems time has never stood still.
Thus I'll merely have to resign to the fact
that I could never ever tie down mr. Time
for time and tide have waited for none
It's never going to cease, that monotonous chime
even when ceases to pen, a poet's quill
If the battery in thy clock stops
other clocks would be working timely still
So if you lag behind and don't make it in time
you can be sure there are others who will.
So I better let my time-old
venerable grandfather clock
go on with its carefree
dutiful but devil-may-care tick tock
Yah, let the time do the talk
and still tell it it's simply brill!
I look at remains of the morning craving
it deep
more time to manage my life
and complete
Can my cramped life handle one
more thing?
can the eyes of our soul see
life’s swing?
No single advantage gained
to hurry
a thousand broken things missed
to flurry
Bulls in a china shop we break
our lives
missing precious moments as
trivial thrives
Worlds addicted speed mechanics
skills maintain
blur unholy moments and smear
mercy drains
They say time is money- that is
not true
this is what God intended for us
to do:
time to breathe deeply
time to see what’s real
time to laugh longer
time to rest peacefully
time to give Him the Glory
time with Him in Eternity
“We are merely moving shadows and all our busy rushing ends in nothing” –
Psalm 39:6
©September 2013—Kim van Breda
Slowly you wind your net
Intent upon a snare....beware
Slyly he comes interest he feigns in your day....
He comments on the weather
While your feet are fixed in a snare
His two edged sword is placed for a quick kill
His mercy is protective of his time
For time is money!!
Some journeys are worth
the cost –
some are not...
and we do pay, one
way or another; even those taken
by mind alone have an Electrical
Transit-fee – the price of a meal’s
stored energy –
also, time, when foolishly
wasted, equates to wealth squandered
(time is money, I’ve been told)
but, the greatest loss, a chance to
increase one’s capacity for love –
which, I sense, is the only resource,
of any value, that would have
merit
beyond
the grave…
The Ghost Train
North Wind, it was a howling, the sky was black as guilt
Malevolent the sheen, where upon her moonbeams spilt
Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright
Roaring down the line, she was roaring down the line
Charging down the line, the Ghost Train rolls tonight
She glides along the platform, where haunted faces wait
With dreams of grand ambition, that only she can slate
The driver in his blood red suit, turns a skeletal grin
Toward the hungry hopefuls, then ushers each one in
From store to fire, his actions deft
The fireman twisting on his plate
Stokes the engine right to left
He fuels the fire of fate
He mutters and stutters, “We can’t be late”
For time is money and money won’t wait
With shovels full of human desire
He fuels the fire of hate
The whistle cord is pulled, the flag flutters all clear
The engine she is plied, starts the journey into fear
On it goes a rumbling,
On it’s round iron feet
Inside the folk are tumbling
From every leathered seat
Amid the laughter and the chants
What life, what love, what times
Everyone is held entranced
By ghostly railway lines
Tittle tattle chatter, ash from the chimney pours
Natter rattle clatter, onward the Ghost Train roars
Strange games are played
Some win some lose
Sincere thank you’s become mislaid
As each the other use
Beneath the load the earth she quakes
As all aboard debauch
Done deals and shady handshakes
On every carriage porch
Kerching-kerching-kerching, the till bell rings
More-more-more, the engine softly sings
From store to fire, his actions deft
The fireman twisting on his plate
Stokes the engine, right to left
He fuels the fire of fate
He mutters and stutters, “we can’t be late”
For power is waiting and power is great
With shovels full of human remains
He fuels the fire of hate
In never ending search, she roams across the land
Controlled by the evil, of the blood red suited hand
Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright
Charging down the line, the Ghost train rolls tonight
If it pulls into your station
Will you jump upon its frame?
Will you lose all inhibition?
On your way to wealth and fame
For when the ride is done
There’s no-one else to blame
If you find you become
Another furnace flame.
Some
games are
just for fun.
Others make you
feel competitive.
Monopoly, for instance:
it takes a lot of your time.
I’m someone who hates wasting time.
Time is money; in Monopoly,
money’s not real. Still. . . . losing is time lost.
I played the game with aggressive siblings.
More about good luck than strategy,
it was something I came to hate.
Now when I’ve lost all chance at
just one “monopoly,”
I still have some say;
I simply take
myself out
of the
game.
From 5/22/11
Used now for William Kekaula's the 'Games - Mental or Physical' Contest
What is the value of time
The price of a tick or a tock
Some people say, "Time is money"
Yet they're always watching their clock
A clock shows time is passing or past
Look now and then look later
But clocks have a face with moving hands
And look nothing like a calculator
We know that time has value
Cause it's what we desire the most
Maybe not while we're wasting it
But certainly when death comes close
When trying to accomplish a feat or a task
Are you concerned with the time it takes
Instead of doing it regardless of time
You're thinking about time you could waste
I'll leave you to think on my favorite quote
This one's a little more pleasant
Yesterday is the past, tomorrow's the future
Today's a gift, that's why it's called the PRESENT
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Based on quotes by William Penn, John Wooden and Bill Keane
Some say “it’s better to have love and lost than never love at all”
They also say “if it was meant to be it will come right back to you”
I say “love is the enemy the silent destroyer and not to be underestimated”
It is the ruler of your brain and the master of your heart
Anything lost should remain lost; if its possession was of any worth it would
not be neglected
Nothing is meant to be if it was not carved in stone, our future is mold by our
choices.
Never get emotionally attach to anything /any one you cannot see yourself
without.
For life is a journey and understanding should not compliment doubt.
Some say “never to burn your bridges behind you”
They also say “you cannot know the future without knowing your past”
I say “knowing your history is one thing but the future still remains a mystery.
Some bridges are made to be burned while some weren’t strong enough to
last
Not everyone that gives a helping hand has a good intention
Your friend could be as close as your brother but behind his aid manifest
deception
“No man is an island and no man stands alone”, I remember this well.
Who made this phrase up, what do they mean and on what aspect? Please do
tell.
Unity is strength I know this to be true and still what was made a whole can be
broken in two
I say “anything you can’t do by your self leave it alone and be very careful not
to make ones burden your own.
Some say “the youths have no hope for the future”
Yet what hope does the future provide for the youths?
And what’s the sense of being direct if it’s not all the truth?
Also what good is an opinion now if you chose to be mute?
I say “youths make use of your prime”
And ensure that you’re being paid for your time.
Never expect people to tell you the truth,
It would be a bonus if they do
People will say what they want also do what they want
So I say, time is money so when you talk be quick
And when you come with your ideology or your tricks
Come prepared for a conflict
Hard-Work
It's pay day
Hard-work pays
A fool plays
wasting time
A wise prays
Working without crime
Time is money
Don't take it funny
It's about hard work
sweating on the neck.
Drencho POET Loads
Quality TIME-Quality LIFE
I say time is money
I say time is life
I say time is death
I say time is precious
I say time is meaning
I say time is season
I say time is diamond
I say time is gold
How you use time determines the quality of life
I say how you use time measures your value
I say how you use time measures your impact
I say how you use time measures your life quality
I say how you use time measures your family quality
I say how you use time measure your love quality
I say how you use time measure your originality
I say how you use time measure your services quality
I say how you use time measure your product’s quality
I say how you use time measure your ministry quality
How you use time determines the quality of life
I say lack of purpose leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of vision leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of commitment leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of consistence leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of discipline leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of integrity leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of character leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of Christ leads to lead mismanagement of time
How you use time determines the quality of life
The Timer is time, He controls time, Life is time, He control life
He is the first and the last-beginning and the end
He is eternity meaning time without measure-He is timeless
An Hour to Him is one year – a year to Him is an Hour
If you have the Timer, you will have all the time you need in the world
When you don’t have money, there is the kind of wife you marry
You marry her for she is marriageable in a hurry
That way, you save yourself time and money
And cross your fingers that life with her will be sunny
She does not stand out; she may not be so pretty
She is not so educated, and neither is she that witty
But since you are not rich, you are unqualified to judge
Just kiss her every night, even if you don’t feel the urge
She may not be the one in your dreams, the one you imagined
But she is right there with you, while the other one is in the wind
You will always look at and desire other women, for men are hunters
But she cooks, cleans and sleeps besides you, and that’s all that matters
You don’t love her or hate her, you just don’t know how you feel about her
You want to spend as little time with her and the rest of the time at the bar
But she won’t be the ideal wife no matter how much you drink
You are searching for happiness, but you know she is not the link
If you had been rich, you would have married someone else instead
But she is the one here now, and she is still a woman God made
The other one was looking for a man who had already made it
But this one kind of likes you even if you have no credit
With time, the little love you had for her seems to grow
While the gold digger has been digging and is now down low
The man who had made it has no more gold, so the gold digger must go
While the wife you married turns to gold and now you know
When you don’t have money, be glad for the kind of wife you marry
Don’t marry her just because she is marriageable in a hurry
Marry her for she is giving you her time and time is money
The heart is hidden gold; it takes time to polish it to make life sunny
Time
As it slowly passes by, no one will remember my name,
As it disappears and ends, things will never be the same.
Very small in supply so it will always run out.
Hurting more than words that come from one's mouth.
And because this precious gift is finite in this world,
It starts to become confusing as it begins to whirl.
They put a value on time, but is it really worth it?
"They say that time is money,
But have we ever bought it?"
I’m a Pessimist
We will cry even more
The misery will increase
The suffering won’t stop
We won’t get away from life with ease
We are the gloomy creatures
We are sentenced to grief
What life but a nice covered book
We read, but nothing firmed in mind
The kitsch dominate the art
Wars run the world
And hate heads the chart
Love will diminish
We are heading to perdition with a leash
Made with solid gold and vile wish
Can we flee this darkness?
Can’t we just life break and build an utopia
I’m sick of sharing the oxygen
With wolverine people, bloody monsters
And haters whom pop up with no reason
The elements of life are five
Hypocrisy, hate, blood, lies and some love
We are brain-cuffed with something with something the call school
Pressed with something they call traditions
Free yourself with something they call art
And the pressure will finally lessen
But sometimes I think quieting life
Because them crazy bald heads as Bob Marley said
Will eat up you corn and ask for more bread
Because money is time and time is money
They kill more children, chewing their gummy
Simply because we are human-beings
We will kill each other and branch to several teams
Maybe you’ll say I’m a pessimist, in life I can’t pass
And if you ask: ‘’ how can you describe the glass is it half empty or half full?’’
I’ll say… it’s a foggy glass
In this desolate world so filled with every distraction
Each situation so demanding of a knee jerk reaction
Where time is money allowing greed to become king
Know that the fog will never lift until it’s Gods praises that we sing
Where everything seems to be just completely falling apart
And it’s getting harder and harder to find even one good heart
Where unborn life is destroyed based on continual self appointed right
And as such you can see how so many souls have lost their sight
With war encroaching upon us from every single side
As though from all this planted evil we are now being tried
But really the worst is yet to have even nearly come
As to Gods Loving Grace this world has become numb
Stumbling about below His Light as but a fool
Seeing how satin has so deeply staked his claim to rule
With so much of this fog now clouding our future road
Then reality comes of all the horror that we have sowed
Well he wakes up early,
when the sun breaks ‘cross the land.
Then he goes out on the river,
high up on the logs he stands.
For counting twenty years now
he’s been a river-driving man.
And he don’t do anything else…
He drives that timber
down the river with the flow.
He always knows the river
will determine where it goes.
When it jams upon the curves,
he clears it out with a pole.
Dangerous job too…
Sometimes the logs they
get snagged up on the rocks.
If he don’t go get ‘em,
the whole river they will block.
But the sawmill is awaiting,
and he knows they’re on the clock.
Time is money, boys, time is money…
More than once now,
this man has fell right in.
The half-frozen water,
it starts him shivering.
One day he may test the river,
and the river it might win.
River gets like that when it’s mad…
One say some hippies
got a rule made by the state.
No more drives on the river,
it’s ‘too dirty’ and ‘not safe.’
From now on the lumber
will move by trucks and trains.
Hippies ruin everything, don’t they?
Now he sits at the diner,
shootin’ bull with Norma Jean.
He goes down to the fair,
and he wins at the log-rolling.
It just ain’t the same though,
and nobody is hiring.
That’s always how it is…
These days we got hipsters,
of lumberjacks they are a fan.
Everywhere you see flannel,
but not a single calloused hand.
The world it has no place for
an old river-driving man.
Yes, the world it has no space for
an old river-driving man…