Best Timings Poems
They are the first, and they will be the last I realized
In a symphony, wrapped infinitely of endless eyes
Dots hitting dots
Dots eating dots
In a rippling dark sea covered by ice
Stars are the payers of time and timings ultimate price
To see one of them fall, is like hearing a chorus of angelic flights
Their descent in the night skies, personifies a crippling fear of heights
Categories:
timings, beautiful, deep, night, sky,
Form:
Lyric
After finishing a seminar based on demand and supply,
I walked out to the street and hailed a taxi going by,
and as I sat down in the seat, the taxi driver said to me,
‘my, my, your timings perfect, you are just the same as Terry.’
I must admit he had me thinking, so of course I answered ‘Who?’
‘Terry Parker’ said the cabbie; a bloke it’s obvious he knew.
‘Yeah, anything that Terry did, he was right on every score,
he lived with perfect timing and Terry never had one flaw.’
I had never met a bloke like Terry, so I’m wary of the fact,
so I subtly gave me answer in a way most would react,
‘None of us are perfect mate,’ but the cabbie did insist
That Terry, he was faultless, and so few like him exist.
I heard that Terry was an athlete with the most amazing skills,
His golfing matched the pros, and his tennis playing simply thrills,
he could sing like Johnny Cash; and even better so I’m told,
he danced like Fred Astaire; his piano playing…simply gold.
I could only think he must be special, this Terry Parker bloke,
and the cabbie uttered ‘hang on,’ and once again he spoke,
‘there’s more to Terry yet, you see his memory never failed,
he remembered every birthday, and every one detailed.
‘He was a connoisseur on beer, and knew everything ‘bout wine,
He knew how to serve the finest foods; all simply pure divine.
And if anything needs fixing, then Terry was your shining light,
he was streets ahead of me, ‘cause I can’t do nothing right.
‘He could always read the traffic, and you’d never find him stuck,
not like me when I am driving, for I had none of Terry’s luck,
and I ought to mention women, and how he made them feel so good,
he was the ideal gentleman; he treated women how I should.
‘Terry would never answer back, even if the woman’s wrong,
he was a charming butler, and his charisma it was strong,
he kept his house immaculate, as no other person can…
no one could measure up; Terry Parker was the perfect man.’
When I reached my destination but before I stepped outside,
I paid the driver what was due, and then I thanked him for the ride,
but I thought it best I mention, at more or less a parting whim,
‘this Terry Parker is remarkable, how did you get to meet him?’
The driver took my money, and then he muttered deep and slow,
‘Actually I never met him, but I’m married to his widow.’
Categories:
timings, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
We were sitting
In your house by the beach
And you were making us drinks
I think they were strawberry margaritas
I said to you
What kind of man
Drinks strawberry margaritas?
We laughed and laughed
Til we couldn’t laugh anymore
Tears running down our eyes
We shared a night
A perfect night
With some wine and then
We talked til the sun
Came up, and once again
Before I knew it
I had to leave
How can I leave
When all I want to do
Is stay
Here with you
But my man
You’re someone else’s man
And that’s not the kind of man
That I want to want
But I know, I know
That there’s things
In this life
That people can’t help
And darlin’
I can’t help it
I know
That this
Is how it’s supposed to be
And even if the timings wrong
I don’t care
Coz I’ve waited for
Far too long
For someone
Like you to
Make me smile again
The way that you do
Someone like you
There’s always someone
Like you
The one
That someone
That one who got away
Categories:
timings, longing, love, relationship, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Her bedding’s a damp soggy sight
Kay’s bathed in sweat night after night
She’d discovered the cause
It’s the darned menopause
Now fifty the timings just right!
For Kay – happy 50th! ( I have never met this lady but was asked to help write 50th birthday poems for her ... I asked her friend for some info to work on and night sweats was one of the things I was told)
6/30/18
Categories:
timings, age, birthday, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Gliding gracefully, “G” came into my life.
Tall, lean, studious, specky guy.
His attitude was just too high!
He would never look eye to eye.
In a few months, we were cutie pies.
He told me, “He likes me, though he took time to realise.”
Pretending to be modest, “Doesn’t that distract you?”, I replied.
I was horror struck when he sighed!
“Your mom’s big scary eyes, always horrify!”
Bursting out of laughter…. together we notified,
“We should better say good bye!”
Cute and naughty, hot and sporty,
Sleek and tall, perfect bratty.
“A”, was very chirpy.
Teachers spinning around, management on merry go round.
His fun and tactics held me spellbound!
After his farewell, from the school compound.
I started missing his naughty missions that would astound.
On a Spring Sunday, my friends were out to droll.
Just then they told me, his visit was scheduled.
There! I saw him! He looked so cool!
He whispered in my ears, “You missed me all this while, your smile is saying it all.”
Who knew! Parents too were out for a stroll!
Perfect timings!!! They stood right in front and mom gazed it all!
He said, “Hi” and my mom replied, “Hope we are meeting for the first and the last time.”
“Set your career, you are sailing on a high tide.”
Ah! This obedient daughter made another sacrifice!
Today my mom asked me, “Don’t you feel bad, when I ruin it all.”
“Yes!” I said, “but your love is above them all.”
“I know whatever you do, is the love for your precious dew.”
“Mom! I don’t want a moment without you.”
“I know, when you find someone worth me and upright,”
“I shall find you standing by my side.”
“My journey has just begun, I have to achieve heights.”
My mom hugged me tight, with oozing ocean in her eyes.
“Yes, I wanna see you reach till the sky.”
“I am happy that my daughter understands me”, She smiled!
“I am blessed to have such a lovely child.”
Laughing out loud, together we said, “We will always cherish these short and sweet love tags!!!
13/03/2019
Categories:
timings, 12th grade, appreciation, caregiving,
Form:
Narrative
I dreamt of you again during the jaded hours where chocolate silk covered my soul tainted with morbid memories of where breast cancer had lingered long after hospice left the building I gazed through diamond covered eyes window panes leading to a quaint ledge I often glanced over after untimely chemo therapy a sight for sore eyes to find you hovering over angel figurines lined against the gift shop wall how drained I was an yet it was your soul that needed prayers your heart that needed my undivided. attention I'd forgotten life I'd neglected living catering selfishly to pain and disfigured timings I'd endure I thought of passion pink and sassy threads leaving nothing out I thought of new loves you'd explore in my absence I daintily gathered my pink gel soles and began walking breathlessly for you dear as I'd remembered your beating heart beneath my weakened breast bone
Categories:
timings, art, heart, heart, cancer,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
so it seems you never asked my name
while the quiet storm felt the same
so it seems the offering is quite fitting
within the evening time and table sitting
so it seems the clouds moved yet again
allowing the misty horizons a soft rain
so it seems the mountains all stand still
during the peak hours the springs do spill
so it seems laughter grows over the shoulders
while the earths crust reshapes her boulders
so it seems the patience flows in spite
the moral timings of a summer night
so it seems the mind gathers all thought
during the jaded hours of love that's sought
so it seems you never asked my name
it's a pleasure to meet me all the same
so it seem the beginning shall soon past
as life began to open for me at last
Categories:
timings, me,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
A Streetlight’s Prayer
How shall the torrent of light from
Other men’s redemption spent be divided, shared?
Can I be spared from such a valid question seeking
illumination?
What measure shall I take this night for day; timeless
In lesser stances set to shield all in swift decay – what shall
Our evenings last breath yield?
Grant us nightly in this sodium dot municipality’s system timings?
For in lungs deep recesses lurk the brightest idea.
Yes, I concede this value timing blue; how succinct is all that seems to fall from
splendor, the way my brother’s mark their time; oh, how I ache to know their boundaries,
The toll their souls must pass; I long of finding that seam
Within their dreams that turns our current inside- out; how unrelenting it all seems—how
they stave the waves of circumstance driven down by lesser demons;
How shall I embrace them all?
Will time run against the grain upon which sleek causation seeks to slip me up?
This is all His doing, is it not?
What others bring and lay upon his feats of commerce,
Of movement, of joy!
Yes, for better be is all ado;
This is my truest hope for you: For I see it all now so
Clearly as the flares, which line the highway: how great this has all been…
How great this will – if eye only let it – be.
Categories:
timings, father, friendship, happiness, holiday,
Form:
Ballad
Loverly lusting everything living life as it's lavish
Learning to Listen lastingly liking the letters tragic
Trusting in ever targeted tempering tantrums tethered and
Tempting ticklish touching spots toggling throughout timings
Purposely pointing passionate porous is as it's potent
Slipping sliding and slithering seeking something seductive
Whating whimpering what was it's wanting wondering women
What if wanting was wondrous women would still pretend its
Nothing neither nor here or there noting that no man fears it
Figuring figures flauntingly finally showing spirit
Baby it's barely boundary bouncing between your bosoms
But boggling better boundaries backwards between horizons
Highly hiding what's hidden now happily hoping for it
Honoring hours honestly what was once mine is your
Maybe mimicking motions might makeup modern day moment
We can just quickly capture it calling it what it can be but
Baby you best believe me that better things don't come easy
probably overthinking it contemplation my thing see
Pondering every action as acted out in its post scene
I should just break it down I'm
Starting to realize that I'm
Thinking a little hard see
This is all in my mind we
Took a trip through my conscious
Train riding what I'm watch
Wipe your feet at the door so my mind doesn't get all dirty
Thanks for watching my stories
Hope to see you sincerely
Contemplation is over I hope that you all enjoyed me
Categories:
timings, allusion, cool, crazy, hip
Form:
Rhyme
They were born on different days,
on different years,
at different timings,
in different places..
They lived all away,
passing life, day by day
to wherever it goes,
whatever it takes..
Time flies by
and they grow old,
moments unite,
years gather aside,
days align,
and the clock ticks,
till they ran into one another
till their eyes fell on each other..
By then..
time froze,
love breeze flows,
strikes hit their hearts
when Cupid's arrow was successfully
triggered in their way..
and then..
heart beats, arose loud,
wide smiles, were easily and permanently drawn
and with life, they were so thankful and proud..
Endless feelings,
eternity life sharing,
strongly troubles baring,
indescribable love and caring
were all meant for them..
and just.. TO THEM..
Because since they were born,
meeting each other's aim was drawn,
no matter where they go,
the globe revolves,
and revolves..
till it had them both
trapped in the same love boat..
Today he is on his knees,
and she is living her extreme awaken dreams
and everyone is standing there
with smiles on the face,
and endless cheers..
And here they go..
Happily Ever After,
Once and For All!!
Categories:
timings, love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Conflict
The priest ran
Scared to raise
An ignorant army
On a darkling plain
Loading guns
With dummy
Faith. The froth
Rose arrogantly
In the test
Tube. They heard
Eyes shut and saw
Ears plugged,
Contorted faces
Expecting the explosion
Any moment.
Slowly
Very slowly the froth
Spilled over
Leaving behind—would
The “faithful”believe?—a near
Essence of religion.
I Meet A King
He stood in the middle of the lane,
A toddler in tatters,
Confronting my speeding scooter.
I cursed the nowhere –in-sight,careless mother,
Then shifting gear,
Threatened a mock dash,
Was to him but a big plaything
Come for his pleasure.
The sudden smile over his face
Lit up my heart.
I withdrew a little,
Bowed to his imperial innocence
And humbly went my way.
The Sea Of Truth,Land Of Desire
Daunted by its drowning depths
I sought assurance of the rocks
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly.
Frightened by its flood and froth
I clambered inland hurriedly
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly.
Nerves racked by its wheeling surge
Tried land’s many pleasure groves
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly,
Looking for my roots in glades
Soon was lost among the trees
And the sea – it called me ceaselessly.
On the beach I sat once off my guard
When the sea crept near me silently
And the sea – it licked me lovingly.
That moment joy and fear were one
My visions did a somersault
And the sea – it soaked me ceaselessly.
Sea’s mercy makes the inland rich
Sea’s magic makes the sunset glow
And the sea – it gives us ceaselessly.
O thou formless yet unfailing sea
My very own though boundless sea
In turmoil O thou tranquil sea !
I have learnt the timings of the tide
And make obeisance to the waves
For the sea now thrills me ceaselessly.
How l would to love to leave the shore
And whale-like wallow in the sea
For the sea – it thrills me ceaselessly.
But awed by its mysterious depths
I still sometimes walk the earth
But the sea –it loves me ceaselessly.
Child How Innocent!Lord’s Delight
Crawling,toddling,frolicking sight,
Playing,lisping,smiling bright,
,Eating,drinking,gaining height
Alive all day,dead at night,
Present gaiety future might,
Nothing bothered wrong or right.
Child! How innocent,Lord’s delight,
Gift from Heaven trailing light.
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Categories:
timings, child,
Form:
Rhyme
Something really happens strange in life ;
Which leaves us with life destroying,
Difficulties over miles and miles,
Those happenings with the tragedies in life.
My life is destroyed with the;
Arrival of certain occasional happenings.
The life is not life without name and fame,
By the upcoming time,through which I am blamed.
If I get a chance again, I would;
Really try hard again to repay-
The depth of my early happenings;
With hard work and my good timings.
I will destroy myself, if I,
Will be unable to keep my words.
Those words to avoid my future happenings,
With the upcoming of failure timings.
I am now in the middle of,
The deep sea floating courageously.
In a lonely boat waiting for the ,
Happenings to lead or to end my life bravely.
Categories:
timings, forgivenesslife, life,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Edna Purcell
1912-1930
Dying a virgin was the least of my regrets.
Dying a chaste woman at 18 seemed a moot point.
I remember watching my momma die.
It was in summer, and I was 16.
Hopelessly disconsolate, that’s how I felt;
How would I live without her?
Why was she so cruelly taken from me?
How did she get so sick?
My demise, then, was the anticlimax of my short sad life.
Oh cruel Fate, you!
I despise your insatiable appetite for shattered lives;
Indeed, I spit on you for all the ill-timings and bad luck.
I spit on your wry smile, lurking there,
Behind the shadowy trellis,
Of private episodes with flowers and silk;
You, with those arrogant knowing glances,
Those imploding muscular arms of private desperation.
I died a virgin indeed, never having you,
Died with an empty heart and a reeling soul.
Life was just a foolish grab for nothing;
Always seeming to have enough,
But always wanting much more.
That was life, my life in this quiet religious town.
So, I died a virgin in 1930. I was 18.
Too late for me, I guess.
All I wanted, was to spit in your face!
Oh cruel Fate, wrecker of dreams!
Categories:
timings, death,
Form:
Epitaph
I believe,
therefore I breathe
the collective id down at
the mall.
Salvation in the actions of
our gridiron greats,
our pro golfers,
our game show cops,
our East Village actors,
our runway planes of even beauty
that some how forgives me,
bodes me on a raft of commerce
through this J.C. Penny moment...
This...
Jacket, a 42 Regular.
Like my octane
like my system's timings;
a structure in harmony with the spheres,
the sages,
the rock of ages: Manna
from the radio...
sustenance,
driven....through dreams and slants,
the clouds occluded,
a pair of matching pants included.
Categories:
timings,
Form:
Ballad
As my stars align i quiver,
Searching for the next step as i age and wither,
My destiny i try to figure,
Yearing for something bigger,
I slake my thirst through small achievement,
Tears i burst when the timings convenient,
I search for something more,
Scared to settle for a life thats a bore,
Adventure is something i crave,
Falling into a day by day slave,
My own path i pave,
I will not cave,
As my stars align i quiver,
Slowly.. i wither.
Categories:
timings, age, birthday, depression, desire,
Form:
Rhyme