Best Turn On A Dime Poems
Thanks to Jan for inspiring this one
She's quickly traveled to the top
With her witty and charming repartee
Her poetry rolls out nonstop
She recently said she was a “student of life”
Hope I can say the same of me
Through the many long years passing through
Learned how to be happy and free
Not always easy but with a positive outlook
You'll get over those difficult times
Without a doubt you're going to discover
Your mood will turn on a dime
Take it from me, the Ole Jester Jack
Wasn't always so “happy go lucky”
But I'm certainly happier than a lot of people
My life is really just ducky!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Killer was nervous that day
after he’d done away
with the uncle he’d made pay
for the evil he’d suffered long ago one day.
His hands shook.
His body quivered.
What was done was done.
Payback delivered.
The blood had been sickening
and the vomit that followed
smelled like hell
as his guilt he swallowed.
Scared now he’d left the scene
after wiping everything clean.
He jumped in his car.
He thought he’d erased the scar.
But tears welled up
as uncontrolled they fell
down his cheeks
and his throat began to swell.
He couldn’t stop now.
He drove faster and faster
around each dangerous curve
on two wheels he swerved.
As in his mind he relived his crime
suddenly he had to turn on a dime.
When he snapped back to reality it was too late.
The eighteen-wheeler he faced sealed his fate.
Now nothing but the truth he never would tell
because Killer soon would be paying in Hell.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 6/18/2020
“All rights reserved”
One eye was brown, the other blue,
Australian Shepard his breed-
a workin' dog with one heck of a nip
to the heels a cattle an' steed.
Just a little fur ball when I got him,
but I well remember the time,
he could out run 'n outsmart the lot,
an' make 'em all turn on a dime.
Those cold prairie nights, sleepin' under the stars,
that dog would warm my ol' bones,
I'd play my mouth-harp to settle the herd
while he sang in soft muffled tones.
Last winter there came a fierce blizzard,
we were caught in a mighty snowdrift.
Ol' Blue hunkered down, an' just held his ground,
saved us both from descendin' a cliff.
They talk about loyal in people,
an' I reckon there are quite a few,
but I trusted my life, even more than a wife,
to that mangy ol' dog name of Blue.
His muzzle fin'lly was grayin',
an' his gate turned to limpin' 'n slow,
but no matter the job I was doin',
he'd follow wherever I'd go.
One mornin', I rose from my dreamin'
but Ol' Blue just didn't get up;
I saw in his bed that slumberin' head,
an' thought sure he resembled a pup.
Now, cryin' just ain't in my nature,
nor whinin' 'bout things I can't change,
but I gotta confess, my heart broke at best,
an' was sad 'n plenty deranged.
I laid him to rest on the prairie
for the coyotes to sing him a song,
'cause no dog was quite so deservin'
to live on this Earth for so long.
An' if there's a Heaven for doggies,
I'm sure that's where Blue is today-
waggin' his tail, an' just proud as hell
of the work that he done without pay.
God Gives Us
Wisdom In Small Doses
Sad is the People of the lost hope
LIFE is often a long drive nowhere
Golden is the song joy brings
Deep is love that truly lives
Dark are troubles that they ware
Lost are hopes never to see
Young is the ones of youth
God is the stand of truth
They rarely ever yields fruit
Some are waiting for there fate
Death is the heart that hates
Sadness never ever repairs
The heart that hats or judges
As they seek to stop their time
They think their LIFE can turn on a dime
Surrender to Jesus and win
Lies often destroys friends and Family
God helps us mend and live again.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014
The waves they rock
This ship so fierce
'Twas silent night
Now screams do pierce.
The waves they roll
And curl and crash
We watch with fear
On rocks waves smash.
The morrow comes
The sky is bright
Our ship survived
The stormy night
The waves, they lap
Upon the sand
We safely dock
Upon this land.
Neptune the sweet
A lulling force
The night has shown
His maddened course
We move so swift
From Triton's lair
The trees are thick
The valley's fair.
I sink my toes
Into the earth
And thank Mother
Who gave this birth.
This world can be
So treacherous
Yet Her beauty
Is clear to us.
I see sunlight
Dappling the ground
Carpet of leaves
Of Autumn found
She's a Temptress
Beauty unmatched
Gentle and fair
Our hearts are snatched
Yet like all Eve's
Her temper's foul
Her seas deadly
Her winds do howl
Turn on a dime
And see Her morph
Your wife's fury
Is just a dwarf.
So watch with love
But watch with fear
And hold Her close
To your heart dear.
Nature Divine
Nature Fair
Nature Changing
Nature Beware
who am i
who should i be
a fun lovin pirate
who rules the sea,
a gardener
who plants baby trees
maybe a teacher
who nurtures the mind
or a race car driver
who can turn on a dime
a movie star actress
with my name up in lights
a tour guide speaker
bringing life to the sights
i could write stories
to make children laugh
a zoo keeper who bathes the giraffes
climb tall mountains
and plant my flag
maybe a doctor
who'll fix broken legs
one thing's for certain
i have no doubt
whoever i am
and whatever i choose
as long as i'm me
i'll never lose
There is a bad love condition
That we all know as suspicion
It tears couples all apart
Because of no love in their heart
Their loving eyes start to turn green
Demeanors go from glad to mean
Attitudes turn on a dime
When someones taking what is mine
No matter what is done or said
Doubt fills up inside their head
Stubbornness starts to take over
They wont listen to each other
Insecurities start to weaken
A love that could never be beaten
By such foolishness and pride
That fills them up deep inside
If they just look back and see
How happy they used to be
It might stop this craziness
And end with a tender kiss
Carpe diem.
Life can turn on a dime.
One moment you may be engrossed in a book and the next,
it's as though time...Time slips away, taking with it your imagination and civility.
Time steals your identity.
It fractures under the daily stresses.
Life....., OH life! It totally depresses.
You stand on an icy pond, frozen... sub zero temperatures.
Then suddenly it cracks beneath your feet, it ruptures.
You try to hold on, before long..... you're gone!
The cold, inviting-biting all the way to your very core.
All of your memories good and bad begin to soar.
Your last breath, your lungs filled with filthy pond water.
You sink down deeper and deeper, nothing else matters.
The last thoughts you pondered.
-What could I have done differently?
-What other options were there?... taking all precautions.
I have tried to see it through others eyes.
But linger the questions; what, where and why?
Carpe diem is a word many say.
When karma decides to have her own way.
Like a serpent, in the night!
Large enough to devour you, she may strike.
It is time that enslaves us all.
Good or bad, big or small.
Each decision made. Each word spoken.
A gift, a journey, a trial, lives stolen.
We may feel as though we are protected.
But the system is set, your minds redirected.
We live in the matrix. A maze, just like mice.
Derived, deprived. A roll of the dice.
Have you ever Russian Roulette?
One bullet in the chamber, cocking the gun. Life's regret.
With each and every breath you take.
Remember and know what's at stake.
Do on to others as you wish done to you.
Because the frozen pond is your life, it can crack too.
With all seriousness set aside.
Life and time, a wild ride.
Always remember karma may come.
Do on to others as you want done!
~mp (copyright protected )
Wisdom In Small Doses
Pale is the color of lost hope
life is often a short rope
Golden is the song joy gives
deep is love that truly lives
Blue are troubles sadly worn
lost are hopes never born
White is the color of youth
bold is the stand of truth
Never rarely ever yields fruits
clubs are guns that don't shoot
Soon is time waiting for fate
dead is the heart that hates
Sorry never really repairs
the heart that it so scares
Later seeks to stop sweet time
life can turn on a dime
Surrender never ever wins
lies oft' destroys friends
Robert Lindley, July 12th, 1982
Another old one from long ago, from another life it seems......
In dreams,
Where "reality" can
turn on a dime...
And you can "almost"
control the action...
The dust-devil of dreams
carries us aloft
to times and places
of our minds choosing...
And there is no such
thing as impossible
And all the Universe is ours to travel in
And all the dead walk again...
In dreams...
Have you ever felt
so closed off
It’s as if you’ve been building a wall
between yourself, and the rest of the world
You can huff & puff
all day long
but your never going to get through
no matter what you do
I’ll out build your advances
So catch a clue
Things turn on a dime around here
and this construction crew will work nonstop
Block by block
As I listen to the clock
Tick
......tock
Tick
......tock
Right now
My mind
feels like a sealed envelope
I’m trapped inside
Postage applied
Theirs no chance of you getting back inside
Not at this time
This musk ox wasn't like the rest.
It refused to retreat into a circle.
It zig-zagged, could turn on a dime
In the open, It Gleefully faced the wolves head-on.
Much to their chagrin- their blood ran red.
This musk ox never wishes to maim, never eliminate.
He leaves the survivors to bring the warning back to the den.
.
This musk ox never rests.
It's a beast of wisdom and calm, and deceptive intellect
It's marbled with outbursts of playfulness and defensive violence.
It runs on electricity and great instincts.
Young Bobby Lee, loved Patty McGee;
They were married in the spring of eighty-three;
Auburn locks and pretty as you please;
Patty was a looker, complete with sharp tongue;
Her greatest bi-ch was they were not rich;
Bobby was no lay about and worked hard every year;
The money came in, but Patty had an itch;
And though they never lacked for beer;
Patty wore a frown from ear to ear.
On the day he found out it filled him with glee;
When Patty told Bobby their two would become three;
They named the boy Tommy, Patty was a Mommy;
Yet, Patty still burnished a God-awful frown;
What were the odds? What was the chance?
When Patty saw Tommy, it was hate at first glance.
For her Tommy wore no princely crown;
She could tell right away the boy was down.
As the years expunged, Patty’s serrated tongue,
Cut Bobby into pieces. She ate up his fun until he was done;
For he came home each evening chockful of dread;
Till one fateful morning Patty found him dead in their bed;
He held tight a note written in red;
Patty ripped it away to see what it said;
Be good to Tommy, be a nice Mommy;
Make the insurance man pay.
You’ll finally be rich, which I know is your itch;
I only wish you could have loved me anyway!
The money was fine, and Patty sublime;
Until the funds ran dry;
Then she did rant and turn on a dime;
To Tommy she was, both cruel and unkind;
Her hate for him a mortal crime;
It came to a head, on that day of dread;
When Tommy turned sixteen;
Mommy tore up his heart, shredded it apart;
The scars they would not mend;
Tommy had a friend, by the name of Ben;
To his house he did wonder out;
He found a Marlin and some lead;
And home he did tread with his score;
He met his Mommy at the door;
She swore at him as he turned about,
And whacked her stiff and stout;
Mommy went down hard upon her back;
And before she could rally to finish her attack;
Tommy stuck some lead right in her head,
And as he headed off to bed.
Feeling no sadness, feeling no dread;
He softly whispered and this did say;
She could have loved me anyway.
If what God gives to us should be taken away,
Does it mean we've committed a crime?
Does it mean God's unfeeling, did we play a role
Should our love for Him turn on a dime?
Does the garden exist still where you met your love,
Might another bud blossom as fair?
If God gifted you once with a Prince of a rose,
Why not trust life, why marry despair?
Our belief in our self is the essence of wealth,
Maybe you have more lessons to learn?
Or is one answer all you can take at a time,
Don’t all poems have rhythms to burn?
If your love needs to leave you for personal growth
Might it serve you if let him go?
Is your feeling alone a real curse or just whim,
Shouldn’t Love be much more than a show?
I am wondering how you can feel you’re not loved,
If your focus is serving his joy,
For a woman who values my life like her own,
Is an angel and never a toy!
Brian Johnston
March 9, 2017
It has been said that life can turn on a dime,
with patients and perseverance,
I know that it's just about my time.
Many people procrastinate as they sit
and wait for their ship to come in.
I see sails on the horizon, so into life's
ocean, I dive, and out to my ship I swim.
I shall rely solely on faith and the promises
bestowed upon my ancestors.
While others fail to prey but deviously plot
against their neighbor, all the while evil festers.
The tides of our lives are sometimes
rough with a treacherous undertow.
He keeps my head above water, with an occasional gasp
for air, there but for the grace of God, I go.