Best Timing Is Everything Poems
They say timing is everything and baby is ours ever wrong,
But I'll do what I have always done and pretend to be strong.
My heart just doesn't understand this isn't meant to be,
Cause when we talk it's pure bliss, like you were put on earth for me.
So forgive me if the words I say are coming on too strong,
Cause my love for you just feels so good, how could it be wrong?
In a wink of an eye 2011 went by
Wasn’t it just yesterday I gave 2010 away?
2012 is now replacing you
There is still is so much I wanted to do
Ooh well I am not in a hurry
Because if I do
Time will be very blurry
A lesson learned well
Carefully taught by 2010
Timing is everything
What, How, Where and When!!!
2011 I thank you
You made me see what is true
I am grateful
Explaining to me how to be faithful
To the teachings of life
So 2011 I say Farwell
To you my dear good friend
With all my heart
I’ll cherish every moment in time we spent
2012 in a week you and me will finally meet
I am pretty sure
Our time together is going to be SWEET
2011 has been talking a lot about you
Dreaming of the things we are going to do
Can’t wait to get to know you
What will you bring me?
Where will you take me?
2012 I am ready for you to show me
Everything you are supposed to be
Self-observations
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I live my life through my poetry
I am the team of my insecurities
Living on the edge
Or Waiting to be held
I was taught the vital level of survival skills
Somehow, I fail in so many ways
My foundation tilt
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It has become easier to depend on others
For comforts, without lifting a muscles
Or turning on my thinking cap
I turn off all gaps
Maybe it could be signs of weakness;
Or a touch of madness
Perhaps a little of both
I never worry about my beauty
Because it’s unquestionable
I am so lovable,
But non-negotiable
To live by words, or to create my own language
Which I seldom do
To be the one who must decipher
U cannot stands alone or be written as just u (You)
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Self-observation is self-multiplying
And self- reflection
Beginning with my low and high
Timing is everything
However, do I have the time?
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
A shadow of confusion can settle inside
Like a devil hiding A flame that surrounds your sense
Flesh becomes weak flesh becomes tense
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
The clock ticks timing is everything
You want to cry the deepest of cuts
Your tears can not fall weakness is not appealing
Drums in your head the pounding wont subside
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
A sadness drives your day
Cracks appear from the smoothest of smooth
No control is what concerns
Still a smile shown till dawn
You feel like you want to crawl
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
But the floor does not adore such things
He is your king but the queen is not sure
Who shall wear her crown
Who's feelings are stood upon
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
The one who breaks the harmonious spell
Or the one that wipes the tears and hides all fears
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
Without the king even seeing
You are dying in your being ....
happy to comply
denial of humanity
what kind of game do you play?
what kind of vehicle does it drive?
never will this disappoint
What will you find, is it toxic
or alive?
Will it fall short of expectations?
Nameless woman in my hands now dies
Timing is everything and she won’t help
The horse I ride never goes inside
It sprays and it poisons
And it wires me till the end of the ride.
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Be quiet, listen.
Do you hear it?
I do.
The phantom pain of clocks
The hands of a sneak, collapsing
Second by minute by hour
Cutting my life shorter,
Making withdrawals from my life,
Tick/tock, tick/tock,
Soon to be forgotten, No
I will not,
Because timing is everything,
And this is one of those times.
A time when I cannot be timid,
Today is one of the precious few
All today's have to be accepted,
Exchanging what could be
For what has to be, life
My life, my destiny yearns
Growing strong for that brevity
While I breathe, I possess, I am.
i started a painting
in black and white
and grey snuck in.
A bold move
would have been
to water color
the background blue.
Timing is everything
and then it's not
quite the same.
No cause or offense,
no defense,
colors get blurred,
awashed in blue.
A blue outlook.
Good always wins.
Your puppet needed
no introduction
into my painting.
No ping time outs
or socket errors.
The blue screen.
Grey is always shadowing
my painting
with half tones
and half-truths.
The absence of you
and the residue
of a good time.
Reptiles and fossils
troll the canvas.
I finished painting
yesterday.
Black and white
and grey snuck in.
A bold move would have been
to water color
the background blue.
Zelda, that tired old witch, she overslept
No surprise, with the late hours she kept
Panicked, Zelda grabbed her broom
Off to scare children she'd zoom
Stores sold out of 'B-r-e-w-m-e-t-h-a-n-o-l' ~ she wept
timing is everything
pretty much anytime
anyhow anyplace
morning noon or evening
whatever the birth date
no matter the season
or how tight the G-string
victuals and drink
the chiefs of a good diet
this old woman could not be quiet
she wiped her clammy hands
on a mellow yellow chiffon dress
Circa 1959
timing is overdressed
always never again
maybe sometimes never thrice
the aging colors
of dusty dreams
invite us to frolic
but only briefly
now that it's technical
there are no more heroes
this old lady only waved
when she was yawning
where had her archives gone
into a lifetime of sea
timing is to blame
cooks faster than bacon
doesn't stop and carries a knife
hour after hour reaches out
blinds us to see
takes us half the way there
days tripping over rock stars
nothing is by accident
in adjoining rooms
that old lady never listened
had many years of unread messages
lost the keys to the Jeep
waited for the next available rep
timing held its breath
up-to-the-minute
it was no small matter
prior days posted
atop one another
stealing sunshine
never recoiling
yesterday at sundown
she crashed the ATV
this old lady lived to skål
joy rides at the speed of sound
backward and past the contrasts
always in a leopard pill-box hat
timing had meant everything
still in response to yesterday
it was no grand prize
a gray higgledy-piggledy shrub
below the tidal noise
standing in the doorway with poise
blocking the Entrance
that's what ^tiempo_ was
cowbells and castagnettes
this old lady kicked it
in an instant such as this
cursed by seasons of glare
life kissed her feet in recompense
timing and it's belongings
had paced past and present
and lasted but a moment
in the vestibule by the portal
there is a possessed clock
it stages lifetime shifts
every step you take up or down the staircase
days weeks months years decades
a life-span of keeping your eyes on it
Turin, Italy the
Home of the athletes, 2006
Extreme performances,
Wipeouts are
Immiment,
Nation against nation,
Timing is everything,
Excelling to the challenge,
Rallying behind their own ,
Only the best,
Legends they will become,
Years of training and preparation,
Medals of gold, silver, bronze on
Podiums wait, embedded
In memories forever,
Congratulations to all the
Stars of the Winter Olympics!
Think before you speak
Finish what you start
Everything in moderation
Even moderation
Embellish for the pleasure of the listener
Presentation is ninety percent
Kneel to propose
Timing is everything
I pulled the trigger.
You melted in my hands.
Flowing like silver lava,
As hot as dragons breath.
You taught me many things.
How patience is a virtue,
Timing is everything,
And in life you will get burnt.
I stayed with you
Blinded by you power.
Breathing your breath.
Standing strong and
guiding you.
Alas, with all true loves
it had to end.
No fault of yours,
or even mine.
I still carry the marks
you left like some sort of
fallen warrior.
But they only remind
of pride not of pain.
timing is everything
time now to say it,
had 11, 77, and 175
had what you had,
been shown what you saw,
heard what you heard,
told what you told,
they'd have done
what you did
still, no matter
self-destiny is
inherent in us all,
most apparent in you,
oblivion faced with fear,
but still faced...eyes open,
outshines dark hatred.
10 after still brings
deep sorrow and pride
© Goode Guy 2011-09-05
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Christian Adams, 37
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Captain Jason M. Dahl, 43
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Andrew (Sonny) Garcia, 62
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Donald Freeman Greene, 52
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Things can be intimidating
within life as we grow
Treading through time
nullifying life’s hardships
prospering life’s greatness
alluring as my mindset
seeks meaningful reset
Everything is simple
yet so complex
We need to stop at times
just to take a breath
Sometimes things are sad
traumatic and painful
making you think it’s over
praying for one day more
Then life takes the ones we love
Leaving us speechless
disheartening within
hurting inept
Once in awhile life gracefully bestows wonder
Inquiring if questions are reflections on display to be blundered
Seemingly inquisitive thoughts inside with no end or regret
Things return back to the start
letting us know that we’re smaller than we think
Not having to take a look at ourselves without artificial instinct
Can’t wait for tomorrow morning day and night
Seeing your steaming allure
like a mysterious illustration
an illustrious delight
All being able to see your new vision of treasure or treason
Restitutions has always been served in discussions of pleasing
Rights and wrongs in violence against those who try to deceive you
People are puppets displayed upon life’s stage
Miniature ideals swirling amongst giants
Tranquility in awe swaying forever throughout trials and tribulations
Destruction of chaotic behavior
without temptations
Living amongst devious peers
carelessly unaware of violent relations
Lingering souls into the valley of good
wanting, needing, longing throughout
Timing is everything
undoubtedly profound
I’m staying with y’all for eternal devour
unsure of what is to come
returning from lost sanctions
while leaving you complacent
lingering around the worlds own stage set
Thanks for your time
I appreciate the kindness of your heart
depiction for your regards
and departing life's clout
Longing for the next opportunity again
shedding all happiness
leaving my own prints
Somehow Someway Someday morning or late
I’ll be here for you
inside my mindless debates
Grace,
she pleases us
with her presence,
and devoted elegance.
Yes, the pale ballet shoes have come out to play.
Grace our friend,
grace our guide,
come slip thy toes into us,
for we are slightly rusty,
and would be honoured to dance with you.
Every step,
every jump,
we move with her.
Grace,
please take us with you.
Liven up the pace,
but don't skip a beat,
for timing is everything,
and balance is essential
for what you do.
Soft arms
sway above us.
Sturdy quads,
and defined calves,
always power through.
Point and then flex.
Soon comes the grand finish,
and a standing ovation,
gracing us with your presence
couldn't feel any more delicate.