Best Too Careful Poems
Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size
It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes but mouth firmly shut
They aren’t too careful where they let things go
But the rhythmical flock will put on a great show
The opening of the Starling Royal Ballet
Is about to show its face upon sky’s stage
Binoculars ready for the spectacle of a lifetime
You can oooh and ahhh at this special showtime
They fly towards you all grouped together
Dividing just in time in unison as one feather
They swirl and sway like dancers on ice
They pirouette like lovers entwined, to entice
Why does this bird who is so graceful a delight
Attack other birds, continually wanting to fight
Their plumage is shiny but its mind is so mean
Fight to grow up, as a fighting machine.
As you watch them you can forgive them most things
Wonder why they fly like this, but they can’t sing
Their voices aren’t good, so they can’t steal the show
They need a poor blue tit, to sing for them now
I can watch this happening time after time
They never disappoint me, never just in a line
The mass of birds will stay fixed in my head
Amazed isn’t the right word use flabbergasted instead
Seren Roberts dated 7 February 2013
Swathed in bandages from head to toe
That cut on my finger could go septic you know
I’m not really touting for any attention
It’s a guard against certain, imminent infection
Prevention is better than cure, I’ve always said
Remember what happened to poor old Uncle Fred
He went into hospital after a coughing bout
Popped his clogs and never came out
You can never be too careful in this day and age
A runny nose can go on the rampage
Before you know it, the common cold
Has become an epidemic, killing young and old
I was surfing the internet the other day
And couldn’t believe all the ailments on display
I’ve had most; if not all; of those medical terms
If I wasn’t so ill......I’d do a Masters in germs
copyright 2011
Why?
Why?
Why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?
Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?
Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?
I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.
Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?
I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.
Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.
-10/5/2013
Turtles in my dreams
guide me wisely
to be patient and peaceful
and to look before I leap out
while I walk the path of my life.
No matter if the sky turns gloomy
with flashes of horror
and pours down dolour,
drenching the soil
into uneasy pathway.
They tell me to be persistent.
Symbol of wisdom they are
as they enrich me with
emotional strength
in moments of disturbing chaos.
In a world of fast pace
where the very hares
move around with wind wings
affixed to their feet
and act as swift runners
in the race of achievements,
have mocked me
to be lazy and too careful.
What they forget is
the race has been won
by a slow pace gambit, long ago.
Slow maybe but I do hope
to reach the finish line
as they, my spirit guide turtles
wave me the flag of victory.
Date: 06/14/2017
Memories Keep Coming Back
I looked back upon my life today
I had nothing else to do
There were a lot of doors
Left unopened and not used
But the one I remember most
Was the door that led to you
It had fancy carvings here and there
A nice warm inviting view
Yes, I opened up that door
And we had ourselves a time
You and I together
My heart yours and your heart mine
It was only me the fool
That believed such fantasy
You were never mine alone
It just took some time to see
Ah yes that was the door
That I finally had to close
You had found another
And so the story goes
Yes I closed it very hard indeed
You could almost hear it crack
I saw it fade into the distance
But the memories kept coming back
I couldn’t seem to keep it closed
And there are times I just lose track
And if I am not too careful
The memories just keep coming back
Operating from our corridors in this oasis
We sit or stand concerned about passers by
To wave farewell or badmouth
To smile clearly or grumpy
In this globe full of confused folks
With catastrophes hinged on sentimental posts
Bigotry borne of greed and jealousy
Hard faces masked with friendliness
As handshakes extend beyond the elbows
We carefully watch out for falling rocks
On our canopies we expect them to litter
The slightest noise we stand at an attention
Seem too careful but helpless
Cus out of luck we huddle over thorns to step on thistles
We crawl beneath sight into quicksands we drop
Just mean to say
Carefulness is just an avoidance of blame
Only God could have taken us this far
Diving into the depths of dams of disdain,
Scaling the seas, searching for success,
To prove the truth along with the pain
We endured and the challenges we have slain.
When they see us devouring safe hemlocks;
They portray pale and puzzled perceptions,
Glancing at the heavens like we are surreal,
A reality appearing to be unreal.
And we emerge, out of nowhere
Like angels awaiting divine instructions,
Believing that hope will light our torches
To serve our lucid but distinct functions.
When they see us living our nightmares,
They strive to survive and cease being fearful,
This is nothing but human nature,
Cannot be too cringe, cannot be too careful.
What if we became toxic and blind
To visualize the truth and justice we find?
Even though men believe what they see,
These sleuths are blind only if they chose to be.
So when they see us reaching for the sky
Like the sun shining from below,
When they see us watching over the earth
And they will—for they are watching us grow,
When they see us during our feeble stages
Like we are nothing and we do not know
That this life is in diverse phases
And ignorance, its most infamous foe!
They will see us,
And when they do,
May these words appear to be true.
@poet_AY
©2020
"....... I would never have imagined
The slow passion
To that deliberate progress."
'Considering the Snail' by Thom Gunn
I'm too careful, not to be in a hurry
to get anywhere........(punctual)
Counter couture
Pay by check
Don't change my oil at home
Though I prefer bottled water
Westerns make the best film
2nd to war
I'm trained to cook a la minute
But can't stay out of the drive thru
Never collected rain or coupons
My conscience recycles itself
At least once a month
The rest ships off to landfill
By trailer or train
Hard to go green
When you enjoy the smell of gasoline
I read poetry on the net
And my dog gets walked twice a day
Sometimes three
When considering the snail
I think I must be....
Less the shell
I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.
Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me;
you were not invited to partake of my produce!
Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard? Your sticky secretions make me itch; I do not want you in my cabbage.
Mr. Beetle, I gave no permission for your party; your rowdy friends must go. They won’t allow my beans to grow.
Ms. Wood betony, you may stay; your nutty flavor and fresh dandelion leaves, will enhance my garden salad. It was nice of you to drop by for lunch.
Ah, a lovely dog rose; how did you know that other uninvited guests,
were giving me a headache? I’ll harvest your medicinal berries to cure it.
You too, may stay; oh, how I love rose hip tea.
With uninvited guests, you can’t be too careful or too picky. Some are good, others bad; but I will not…be spat at, without retaliation!
Here, Mr. Coopers hawk, have a tobacco worm and leave those bunnies alone! I plant extra lettuce and carrots for them.
On a darkened road, in the dead of night,
A wrong road taken, now a sorry plight.
No more gas, and so turned around.
Forest and fog on a moonless night abound.
Frightening sounds from within the woods
God protect me, I beg, as I close the hood.
There’s a light off yonder, twinkling thru the trees.
But I truly fear what there, waits for me.
I see a man with a gun stalking thru the trees.
With a bobbing lantern, he has seen me.
Good or evil… this is quite a test.
I jump inside. Locking the doors fearing death.
I see he’s old and withered as his eyes meet mine.
And he laughs eerily as he sets the gun against a tree to recline.
Can’t be too careful in these old hills, he explains, as he gives his name.
Taking a wrong turn out here can be a dangerous game.
Strangers are rarely welcomed, as some are up to no good.
Now, lets see you’re gas level, then what’s happening under the hood.
Sure enough I’d run out of gas, so he gave me a few gallons to last.
With written instructions to the closest station for gas…
He said he’d call the owner so someone would be there waiting.
A harrowing night ended rather well…with a thank you and a blessing.
It could have been worse… I could have been dead.
Now I’m just grateful… It was he who was there, as my light up ahead.
CSEastman
Optimism can be a blessing in disguise
If you’re not careful it can turn to arrogance
If you are too careful it can dwindle to the smallest hope
Optimism has to have a balance or it can become dangerous
It can create a whole new experience in your world
Or destroy your world in a split second.
Sleep is his other name
We know he lives near by
He shows up at any time
With his bag to steal the lives
He comes like as a thief
When we least expect him
He doesn’t inform any of the time
Sometimes we predict from the signs
If we see him we’d chase him
Then crucify him if we catch him
So that he never wakes again
O that vile enemy of men
He stings like a bee
Whosoever he sees
Both young and old
Even they who have gold
The chief thief who steals the most valued treasure
Leaving behind agony and hopeless minds further withered
On one side shocked and frightened, the other caught in disbelief
If death was a person, tell me who’d dare forgive?
Who can be too careful?
Who can be too wise?
To evade him in his alluring disguise?
Who can find his sting less painful?
Generation after generation endeavor
To eliminate him from among us
But it seems he is here to stay
So maybe we should leave this place.
I never told anyone about my other half.
I keep her locked away in the mazes of my mind.
But when I’m not too careful, she comes out like a bullet out of a barrel.
She is coaxed by the devil’s brew, where she is invited to come out and play.
It all started when she first let it kiss her lips.
It slowly drips down her throat, and into her vessel.
The intoxication seamlessly mingles in her mind.
Her peers and comrades watch and look on,
As she transforms,
Transforms into a being that she can scarcely remember.
She is not herself anymore, but a fragment of who she wants to be.
She lets the pressure become too much, that she forgets who she is.
Let me tell you who she once was,
She was brilliant,
She was unique
She was strong.
Now she is a shell of her former self, a flower that once rose so gallantly.
Now faltering and withering like olden tombstones.
I accidentally let one loose
in places you wouldn't imagine
last Sunday I left out a silent one in church
it must not of smelled too bad, cause no one noticed
while shopping at walmart
a little one squeaked it's way out
thank goodness i was in the clothing department
and not the grocery
someone might of thought the food was spoiled
the best one of all
was a silent, but deadly one
that built up for a long time
and finally exploded in the car
all windows went down
talk about a wakeup call
although it's freezing weather here
it was like the fart was frozen in mid air
So be careful who you sit by in church,
go grocery shopping with and
who you travel with in a car
You can never be too careful
of a little thing called gas
that can make a grand appearance or
a grand finale
Each has its own clean blank papers
Others have with them the thickest
Some only have few, but who cares?
Even others got the finest
Each one was given the same pen
Each one with the same instructions
“No definite time to begin
Make a masterpiece of your own”
Others are slow and too careful
Maybe they don’t have a spare sheet.
Others are ruthless and playful
Because they've plenty on their seats
Beggars made the most of their time.
Proud of what came out of imagination
And everyone was in the line
With their artworks for submission
Yet their piece was the only unaccepted
Their hopes begun to tatter
Despite of all it was still rejected
And treated like a scratch paper
BY ELC