Best Timetable Poems
Azure-accentuated ambiance awaits aspiring artists
Baby’s birth brings blessings, blowing boredom-blues
Cool calmness charms circumspect chefs to create cuisine cravings
Daybreak dos and don’ts discipline drivers from direction-dazzles
Enlightenment-exercise empowers engineers in their endeavors...
Fiery fluorescent fearlessness fuels firefighters’ faith-fortitude’s fervor
Glowing grace of God gears guardians for guiding governance
Hope highlights health-helpers’ handlings midst heightened heaviness
Illumined instructors inspire with their influence-iridescence
Justice-jubilation juxtaposed with jurisprudence-judgment joins jury...
Kaleidoscopic kindness-keys keep kinship’s knot kindling
Light’s luster leads liberation-lovers to lift the lamenting and lowly
Morning’s majestic magnificence moves mothers with mercies'* might
Nourishing nurses’ nurture and nature negates night’s negligence
Overwhelming opportunities open officials for output-optimization...
Peace-packed period pulls prayer-partners into Providence presence
Quality quotes quiet the querulous' qualms and quixotics' questions
Redolent reflections refocus reviewers against regretful reveries
Spiritual songs by soprano soloists shut silence-stillness
Triumphant thanksgiving tops tight timetable of tenacious teachers...
Ultimate urgency upholds undaunted umpires unto usefulness
Verses vanquish vanities vying against vision of the victors
Watchfulness warmth wakes the weary to welcome words of wisdom
X rays of ‘xpertise ‘xamination x-out ‘xpectations for a Xanadu
Yes-yells yearn for youth yielded yeah-yowls from yesterdays’ yets
Zion's zephyr zooms the zealously zestful to zenith of prize-zillions!!!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
Abecedarian and alliteration forms
July 28, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
1st place, "ABCEDARIAN POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/4/2022.
Categories:
timetable, appreciation, blessing, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Abecedarian
how many of you
wonder how
you find yourself
where you are now
on some fast train
that's shooting by
the world outside
and don't know why
and wishing as
it takes the bend
before it reaches
journey's end
that it would stop
to let you breathe
and disembark
then watch it leave
so you could turn
and walk right back
to all those stations
on your track
to see those places
on your list
that life's timetable
somehow missed
and walk those junctions
where you spent
time deciding
ways you went
and pull the lever
switching lines
so that they point
to better times
and open gates
that shut back then
so all your dreams
are free again
to help put right
those signal fails
you blamed when life
came off the rails?
each day we grow
we come to learn
time's just one way
with no return
but though we can't
change all before
we get to know
life's journey more
and had you changed
the way you are
your train may not
have got this far
for each dark tunnel
lived each day
led out to light
here anyway
but while those platforms
from your past
might well explain
your travelling fast
remember too
that grass unseen
grows right here now
and just as green
where taking time
might help you plan
some other route
whereby you can
move from that seat
to change your view
and learn to love
yourself as you
appreciating
all you see
before Grand Central's
destiny
while knowing hope
faith luck and care
helped drive that train
to get you there.
Categories:
timetable, destiny, hope, life, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
I am s p a c e …
… and I owe indeed my existence from God
The Author of my breadth, depth, and height ---
With the Lord’s abundance…
I am bestowed with worthy meanings:
earthly residence, glorious habitation, celestial abode ---
Along the Almighty’s omnipotence…
my value becomes costly with ascribed phrases as
green pasture, even land flowing with milk and honey ---
Around the Saviour’s omnipresence…
emptiness can never creep in, while He vanquishes void
filling me with His wondrous magnificence ---
Upon the declaration of the supreme Sovereign…
I am under perfect control, supervised by His wisdom
cognizant that He “sitteth upon the circle of the earth”* ---
Midst the Master’s tender mercy and gracious miracles…
I am optimized with functional maximization
while with faith**, utilizers of my offers, trust God in their stewardship ---
While in the Providence timetable…
my moments are significant, especially when urgency attacks
via the impact of every hour, day and year I demand ---
I thank and praise my MAKER for enabling my being and becoming occupied…
Yes, I am s p a c e
Devoid of the CREATOR, I am n o t h i n g***.
*Isaiah 40:22 It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in.
** Hebrews 11:3 Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.
***Job 26:7 He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.
January 16, 2021
1st place, "Musings on Space" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/17/2021.
Categories:
timetable, appreciation, christian, environment, faith,
Form:
Personification
Help Me Lord, I’m On My Face Again
Sad events bring about a move of the Holy Spirit within me
and cause me to fall down on my bedroom floor and weep,
groanings that cannot be uttered in English
and sometimes a lack of rest and my sleep.
I cry out to Him the One Who is able to bring about
an answer by His Word or certainly by His deed,
bringing solace to the injured soul and a calming
and finally for them a pure and restful sleep.
I have told the Lord that I would gladly be one of His prayer warriors
and to do that you will have to submit,
submit to His Will and submit to His timetable
and if need be, willing to miss whatever meal.
I call upon Him and when I do,
I know that my voice He will hear,
but still His perfect timing must direct my prayer and for me not to feel neglected or stymied when I don’t hear from Him yet knowing that He is near.
He is near to the problem He has assigned and He is near to my voice
and in knowing that I will surely rejoice,
rejoice in being able to sing out His praise and sometimes the battle cry or prayer itself will cause my hands to Him to raise.
Sometimes in being a prayer warrior you feel like one of the Jewish people who marched around Jericho to cause those walls to fall,
for there are times when you to must be quiet and wait on Him to let you know when to make a sound so that He will be willing to hear your call.
I can say without a doubt the Lord’s prayer warriors
have a tremendous job for Him to do,
for as His Word states, all things are accomplished by prayer
and He has many items that He will assign to me and to you.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
October 2017
Categories:
timetable, blessing, dedication, trust,
Form:
Free verse
WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT
The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.
We blink in awe to see this
spectacular remonstration
of pretentious power abruptly
become whirling vortexes
of descending splash downs.
But then, almost as quickly, this despoiler settles
and begins to accumulate in multitudes
of rippling bubbles and froth
immediately bleeding onto the embankment
promptly losing much of its potential goodness
swooshed as sucking sounds
into the wild soils of the firmament.
What survives roams free and for awhile
flows in any direction, with no beginning, no end
as the river turns into riverlets
Eddying on without any selected steering.
The rains that used to drip down from the mountain top
cry to see the diversions of the most glorious river
dissipate and dry up knowing that the drought
which has appeared can not adequately supply
sustenance to a parched soil.
For that sunbaked soil to be reclaimed
the river must continue to extend its reach
and water the seeds of new growth.
and use its silt to fertilize the new life
that waits anticipating its turn
in creation's timetable.
CAK 6-04-2012 Revised 6-18-2013
Categories:
timetable, creation, earth, environment, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
1.
colored leaves in yard
memories spice stew on stove -
sound of friend’s car door
2.
open sunny days
dandelion seeds float by -
all my options gold
3.
planting to be done
windows close doors swing open -
nature loves a hand
4.
my timetable now -
more rainbows can be enjoyed
green pastures shared
Long Tooth
June 8, 2016
Categories:
timetable, journey, life, retirement,
Form:
Haiku
Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings
Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging
Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player
Highly varnished wooden floors sit at my foot
Echoing squeaks and thumps from trainers around vast cells
where contenders choose to be imprisoned
Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on
While racquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly
Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate
Will this leave me in peace again
or will it mean my services are further required today
Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?
Categories:
timetable, devotion, education, life, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Of bus stations I have known, this is by far the worst
A post Victorian folly that's a post Victorian curse.
A waiting room that's cold and dark a room ground down with grime
A fire bricked up no form of heat a floor all wet with slime.
A tiny little bus station behind the old town hall,
Six tiny little bus stands beside a red brick wall.
Built for smaller busses to host sightseeing tours,
For transport to the seaside or the rugged northern moors.
Congestion in the timetable brings many busses in,
To squeeze into the bus station like sardines in a tin.
December winds are blowing hard bring snow in from the north
The crowds just praying for their bus so they can sally forth.
The "Counties" bus at bus stand six is driver-less once more,
It's passengers stand huddled up outside the tight shut door.
The wind still blows the snow gets deep and piles up in the gutter,
The bus can't move the drivers lost the crowd are in a flutter.
At long long last a "rep" appears his clip board boldly waving,
All services canceled for the day it's time to hit the paving.
All services canceled can't get to work I'm wasting my time remaining,
For an act of God is an act of God and there's really no point in complaining.
Categories:
timetable, travel, god, snow, god,
Form:
Rhyme
“Let me introduce myself
I am simple, I am ‘Green’
The planet’s very first,
Non-localized and multi-form,
Unstoppable assassin,
I'm friendly to environment,
Discriminating too,
A truly no mess death machine
But if I want you dead you are.”
SO PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLEASE.”
“I kill but with a purpose,
Your name and money not enough,
Though only victims learn this truth,
It’s why my job is really tough,
The entity that hired me,
That paid me to kill you,
Is also under microscope,
Could die before this day is through,
My answer to his cleanup call
Might save your life but spell his end.”
“A rock along the path you hike,
A letter in your box,
A dog that’s running in the park,
You simply can’t escape my reach,
My friend you look quite pale! ”
The good news is you’re still alive,
And that IS saying something,
But though I’ve let you live this long,
Destruction of my present form,
Won’t change your death’s timetable.”
“So I suggest we partner up
At least until you’re gone,
But in a box, or on two feet,
I’m open to suggestions,
Until this job has run its course,
You’re under my protection.
But other’s too can play this game,
And we should stay alert,
Your death may have more authors
With plans to write even my end.”
Brian Johnston
March 16, 2015
Poet's Notes:
I woke at 4:30 AM with this little guy buzzing around in my head. By 6AM his birth was recorded for all to see. Personally I rather like him as disquieting as that seems. He is indeed perhaps almost a human invented version of God, or at least, a superhero created by man. Imagine, a little robot who wants a clean world (at least a world free of murderous intent) for all the rest of us to live in. He reminds us too that our own judgments about others might be flawed and have serious consequences in the world. :-)
Categories:
timetable, life,
Form:
Blank verse
Living Life
What if my life changed tomorrow
Or I slept the sleep of death
Would I leave a trail of sorrow
As I struggle for each breath
Would I have time to make amends
To those that I have wronged
And tell my beloved friends
How much I've loved them all along?
What if I should live
But the life that I once knew
Came crashing down around me
And my world was all askew
Would I have the courage
To accept it and go on
Or bemoan my fate forever
Mourning a life that now is gone?
In death you have no choice
As to when it comes to call
In life...there is no timetable
When tragedy will be befall
There are no second chances
In this life that we are living
Now is the only time we have
To be loving and forgiving
Live each day completely
As though it were your last
Cherish each and every moment
For life goes by too fast
Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Categories:
timetable, inspirational, life, life, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Many heroes in the Holy Bible stand out.
From Lot, to Ruth, to Noah, we see them all about.
The true one, that God blessed the most,
Was the one who led the Israelis from Egypt, he was Moses.
Moses had it all, the favor of Pharaoh, stood in line to be the heir.
Ramaseh, his brother hated, feared his strength and wanted him out of there.
Finding out that he was a Hebrew slave he cast him to the wilderness.
In the desert with one day’s ration, he spurned him, his death was certain.
The Lord had other plans for him; he was to be delivered
A hero to the Hebrew nation, the Lord saved and groomed him to be a nation’s Savior.
Found by Seperah and her sisters, he was brought to Jethro.
So the story starts, and God’s hands molded him, don’t you know.
On the Mount, God’s Holy Mountain, Moses was called,
He had seven daughters to choose from, he had to stall.
Content on being a sheepherder, he remained with Seperah and made her his Wife.
A wise choice for her, a companion for the rest of his life.
So going up to see the Lord took great strength.
Up he had gone praying as he went.
When he came back, his features had changed.
All in white his hair and eyebrows, he was not the same.
Strength was given to him by the Father, a spiritual bond that glorified His name.
Moses was a strong willed man, from out of the desert, he found fame.
Not for himself, but for God and the Hebrew nation.
God fingered him to be the earthly Savior, put down from creation.
The Lord made His covenant with Moses, it was His plan.
For Moses to lead his bonded people to freedom, to see this is to understand.
God has His timetable, He knows our planned freedom.
Our canal minds will forever be changed and we will enter the Kingdom.
Categories:
timetable, faith, god, god,
Form:
Rhyme
As a result of their pleasure
I had to be born as their treasure
Young and well raised
Loved and praised
Little did I know I was in a classroom
That was never ending
Always mind-bending
Everyday faced new lessons
Harsh........ Pleasant
But all in all it was my teachers duty
To plan my life timetable
Trying to make me stable
Sober in mind
Inorder to be kind
As my age escalated
I became curious and elated
I had a taste of Eve's species
And understood the treacherous nature of our
fusion
All through in my confusion
My teacher looked and watched
As I licked my wounds of betrayal in pain
More of shame
I then fell in love with a plant
I know, it sounds like a rant
But I was trying to be a truant
To avoid this lesson
Only to realise reality is too real
Noone seemed to understand me.....
Hey! I wasn't created to be understood
Noone seemed to care.....
The only care I know comes from above
I wondered if everyone else was in my class
What could they pass?
How could they pass?
Because my teacher is different
More of a radical
Somewhat comical!
I always begged for a day off
But I was told I cant miss even a day in this
school
Unless I die
Which I did not want to try
I never received academic honours
Yet in my soul the knowledge is immense
Ahaaar! Intense
I did not covet other teachers
Because mine was given till death do us part
Today I choose this path
Because a path I was shown
Drawn from both good and bad
But glad to have reached this far
To stir good always
To be a star in reality of life
It is weird because
I have never seen my teacher
I have never touched
All I do is fall in the hands
And face its demands
But this teachings I feel
All I do is kneel
In my own resilience
I had a calling from experience
Best teacher!
Categories:
timetable, appreciation,
Form:
Verse
I was strolling through the rich coast on a Sunday evening,
No doubt, I had glanced at beautiful Enid,
I have to accede; your face, all, of you, is incredible, pristine and attractive.
Through the swarm, I was transfixed,
Transfixed to look out for you, Lady E'!
If you ever happened to get lost in the jungle, I would fight a good fight,
Till I extricate you from the jungle my Lady!
Incredible, you're beautiful.
That nightfall you were my heroine,
And you will always be one,
Since you stained my eyes like the spectrum colors on a rainbow.
Incredible you're 33 and beautiful,
You're my Jasmine, my modern timetable,
Enid my Lady, my cheery pick,
Welcome to my castle, in it, I'm the Prince; you're a Princess,
You're a Princess in my fortress taken care of, No one can harm you my Lady,
Precious, Hilarious and tremendous you're my Lady
You're destined eternally to look beautiful.
Coz your sky, will always be beautiful.
Good Lady might, save the day,
And make me your summer rain.
Sting me, back.
All Rights Reserved
© T.m.T scripts
Categories:
timetable, age, appreciation, dedication,
Form:
Name
Earth Voice
[Source: Various media reports of towns developed across Europe during the boom years which now lie empt; and the growing migration from the cities to the childhood towns and villages where the newly dispossessed grew up - close to kith and kin].
Concrete, steel and glass creations
Stand deserted. Shipwrecked in ghostly isolation.
Shiny new towns with names not faces
Echo with the murmurings of ghouls
And shrieks of financial loss and isolation.
Roads where no car dares to pass.
Railroad tracks with no timetable. No spinning wheels.
Great monuments to what we had become.
Irrelevant. Empty now.
Welcome home my brothers and sisters (Bienvenido de Voelta)
Children of Naxos, Villacanas and Alfandega da Fe
And countless towns and villages which sleep along the way
For I have missed you . Eagerly awaited your return.
Lay your false gods aside. Let their land of plenty quietly die.
For my earth is rich and I offer this unconditionally to you.
with joy not hesitation; and though we may suffer drought and infestation
We suffer together for that is the natural order
And that is my promise to you.
Let us build a permanent home
Sheltered by the sun; the wind and the rain.
Make use of my stones and rocks to build firm foundations
To feed and nurture. Your community. Your sanctuary.
And measure your contentment in quiet satisfaction
For these intangible gifts are more valuable
Than all the concrete, steel and glass that you’ll ever own.
Categories:
timetable, business, home, home,
Form:
Free verse
Bible students know what it means; the sign of the times.
Hurricanes, earthquakes, famine, droughts, pestilence, in order it’s Spiritually Divine.
Our Father has begun His timetable; He’s telling us Christians to pay attention.
Humanities ways are being shortened for the selects sake; in the Bible it’s mentioned.
Our planet is groaning being swayed by the evil one.
Defiant in his supreme thinking that he’s above our Lord, his days will be gone.
So the fury of the weather the starving of human beings.
It’s the “Tricksters” way, and the Lord will be dealing with him and his evil deceiving.
It matters to you how you deal with your Spiritual life.
If the Holy Spirit and Faith are not with you, then you’ll be in eternal strife.
The Holy Bible is full of Prophecy and we all should study and listen.
For all will come to end on this earth as we know it, God will bring us to His Eternal Kingdom.
We live in a critical time in human history.
Our very existence is truly threatened with confusion and mystery.
The Lord’s plan is evolving the signs of the end of our age is near.
Earthquakes, droughts, famine, pestilence are in this world, and Jesus will appear.
Our fragile ecological system is being put to the test.
The Saints, the Prophets’ of old will soon rise to a world that will be best.
It’s sad that humanity has strayed from our Fathers Commandments, His laws.
By being confused and in disarray the evil one surely does stick in all of our Christian craws.
I’m sure the Fathers plan is for all of our ancestors to be given a final chance.
To repent, look at God, and start His new Kingdom were we celebrate and dance.
This world as we know it will never again be the same.
We will all (Who survive through his grace) will know that His Kingdom has come, an all is in Jesus name.
Robert Ball H.S.P.
August 28. 2011
All rights reserved Simply Spiritual (simply written, simply read.)
Categories:
timetable, faith, world, bible, bible,
Form:
Rhyme