Best Towel Poems
The time has come 2day,
to go our seperate ways.
Much can be said,
but little will we say.
When was right,
or who was wrong?
Is a different tune,
but same old song.
Tears have been shed,
and blood has been bled,
now is the time to clear our heads.
For better and for worst we'll raise our child,
hoping their will be less frowns and more smiles.
I've gone more than the extra miles,
Now God has given me the courage,
to throw in the towel.
I quit I give up chasing that dream,
and living a nightmare,
and the thought of us to bare,
I no longer wish a life to share.
I'm letting go of all and hope for the best.
Before my heart explodes out my chest.
The other day I stared at death!
While the angels in heaven held their breath.
It wasn't my time to go though.
It was only my time to grow slow.
Many days I tried.
Many times you lied.
I forgave you everytime, but only after I cried.
But now I march to a different beat.
Before I lay myself to sleep,
Before I end up six feet deep.
Before my love ones weap.
Before I'm too weak to press forward.
Before I no longer can speak.
We played the games way too long!
When was right who was wrong?
Now I march to a different song.
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
I guess I was meant to see.
That you are totally diiferent than me.
We tried to make it work time after time.
But failed miserably.
I wish the best to the both of us!
May God grant the strength when the roads are tough.
The time has come to say goodbye,
As a New life I say hello.
As the new year approaches I make new vows.
As old ones have been erased and replaced
Finally Now I'm Throwing in the Towel!
I take my bath
To well,
I go to well
Before twelve,
I take
My towel
Keep on the well,
Sat once,an owl
On my towel
Fell inside the well
My bath towel
I traced inside the well
The lost towel
Oh,here it's my towel
Well,
I found my towel
But loosing the last l
"To well"
Now just towel !
Feeling kinda sentimental today
Reflecting on years gone by
The ups and downs, the good and bad
The lows and so many highs
That's what makes life so interesting
Imagine if it was always clear sailing
Nothing to discuss with the ones we love
To help us when all else is failing
These ups and downs are all part of life
To remind us we're all human beings
To keep us on the straight and narrow
And keep us honest and feeling
No one's immune to life's uncertainties
Everyone must play by the rules
Try as we might to find a shortcut
We wind up looking like fools
The bottom line is keep plugging away
Do the best that you know how
It's not a matter of winning or losing
Just never throw in the towel
© Jack Ellison 2013
When stepping from the shower,
Dripping wet and set to dry,
I like to know a bath sheet’s
On alert and standing by.
It needn’t be expensive
Nor the fluffiest of brands,
Just large enough to wrap me up,
The simplest of demands.
For the towels they call “bath size,”
Though I guess they’d do the trick,
Aren’t quite the ones in bath departments
I would ever pick.
There are other stipulations;
As for colors – dark is best
And one tiny other factor
Really needs to be addressed.
Growing up, we shared our towels,
Which my parents thought was fine,
But the towel hanging on the right
Today is only mine!
i never give up on you
you never give up on me
then we shall live a fairytale
Beach Towel Ease
Glory of God
Found in the sun.
As it lifts
Ones soul
To happy
And fun.
To add
A beach
And gentle breeze,
Nor watch of time
Beach towel of ease.
One more
Complete,
Birds
Flight
Above.
Glory of God
Found in his love.
As I viewed her there
Exiting the shower
The gleam of her skin
I long to devour
To be that towel
In wrap around
My arms to declare
In her surround
She turns to me
As her wet hair drapes
Our eyes meet
As in me shapes
We walk towards
Each others lure
For in a matter of moments
Our loving is pure
On the cold tile floor
In a shiver of moan
Our language unites
A wanting groan
Absorbed and endorsed
In bodily commit
The purest of pure
To each other submits
As we enter the shower
Still kissing, sharing
Man and woman
In pleasurable caring
;-)
DEATH BY TEA TOWEL
The WANTED posters in the Flyland corridor
Tell of the unsolved murder case involving Uncle Theodore,
Squashed with a wet tea towel in an execution-style fatal attack.
His crime? Walking on a meat and salad snack.
Flypolice have prepared a lookalike sketch (which may scare)
Of the killer : big white legs with no hair;
Optics - only two, not complex - with glasses over the eye,
No wings - apparently unable to fly.
Armed and dangerous. Carries rolled-up newspaper or wet tea towels.
Do not approach, but call C S I Flyland - the professionals.
A lively young lady went down
To the sea to bathe all unbound,
She took off her suit,
She knew she looked cute,
Soon folks of all ages stood round.
Soaking wet, she went for her towel,
As she neared her smile turned to scowl,
Her towel was not there
To tie up her hair,
She turned to the crowd and called foul.
July 31, 2019
~ Before you throw in the towel ~
Your pen is full of ink
The paper on which you think
as fresh as a mountain stream
All that remains is to dream
of a subject, a theme, a raison d'etre
with built-in rhyme, rhythm and 'metra'
This shouldn't be so unspeakably hard
yet I suppose every minor and major-league bard
has moments when he's ready to throw in the towel
or just glare at the moon, and begin to howl...
That's it! Go out there and howl at the moon
Surely then you'll sing a different tune
'Coz when push comes to shove, it's all about mood
and though it sounds trite, a good attitude...
So, write your heart out, my friend
Let all your hair hang way down
Your poems will be the toast of the town
It's nice and sunny today
but this week's been rough,
more snow than I can handle
this Winter has been quite tough.
Twice already in three days
we've been blasted by snow,
I'd like to express to this Winter
"Come on. Just let it go!"
Father Winter wants to hang on
for as long as he possibly can,
"You have to give it up.
Just throw in the towel, old man!"
Spring is showing up tomorrow
she will want to have a shot,
sprinkling rain, making flowers bloom
making the air nice and hot.
I'm afraid that the snow
will stick around until July,
I won't take this anymore, Old Man
with me, it just won't fly.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.19/2015
Saturday night into all day Sunday, we got blasted with 35cm of snow. Tuesday night into Wednesday, we got blasted with another 30cm or so, on top of that. This Old Man has been relentless. Our city broke the snowfall amount on Sunday, by 5cm. So far, we've received around 451cm since February. And to top that off, we're in for more snow this coming Saturday. ARGH!!!!
Oh wow just look at that tower. It is the tower of towels. They are in a queue waiting for the dryer today. The drier is having a manicure so they will all have to just wait. Yes that's right wait. It is the symbolic image of a platypus platter that pleases prawns. They are watching the towels and also waiting. In fact there really isn't anything today that isn't waiting. Waiting wearies warbling wants. And a giant slice of cheese was grabbing a knife in disgust and throwing it at a passing apple. This was then greeted by the arrival of the grater whose response was to shred the cheese with no trial. No trials were unheard of for cheese. Normally there was a process but it did not appear to be the case in this situation. Mrs Roberta raisin raised her glass and toasted the fine actions of the grater whose antics pleased the manner in which raisins were controlled and control is neither a chewing conifer nor a climbing chimp chomping curds. The grater felt honoured and whirled around in excitement. Whoosh whoosh whoosh. Finally after much waiting the drier appeared. It had to wake the towels for they had fallen asleep. And that was dangerous for they must be awake in the drying cycle due to heat exposure. And capturing the baby elephant cup was quite a difficult feat for the sponges today but they finally caught up using a sliding lint cloth. Good. Minutes making mammoths moan. And a little beetle in a wonderful old fashioned coat with breeches sang to drown out the speeches from the straw covered kitchen. Ha x and a z. Epistemological z z znznzn at forty six capital I's to seventeen billiard balls bouncing on a trampoline in long flowing skirts. G f b q z
Yield to the superior force of that warm, friendly welcome.
Surrender to that well-being of consolatory, feel-good territory.
Submit to a complimented treatment of mental repose for the wayworn;
Capitulate to a gentle and melodious retreat secluded in a shiny enchantment
Of porcelain and metal that will infiltrate your innermost courtyard.
Owl With Crying Towel
You can always tell it was an ornery owl,
When you saw his face wearing a scowl;
We saw pivotal plot;
His claw got caught;
Trump appeared throwing in his crying towel.
(After having been relieving his fowl bowel.)
James Thesarious Nefarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
An ant
Stumbling on a soft dish towel
Overlooking a vast area
Rugh and bumpy
Behold
What a vastness!
Says the ant
I just can’t reach the end