Best Using Up Poems
Ten-year Randi Clay
Just moved into town -
The town of Fear Street,
Where horror pulls you down.
Enormous, gigantic calendars
She sees, hung on her street
On October 10th is marked
In red - ‘The Birth of Pete.’
She makes new friends at school,
And likewise - enemies too,
Who seemed to keep on saying,
‘Beware – He’ll get you! ’
Whenever asked “Who’s Pete?”
The children turned too pale,
But at last, quite surprisingly,
They began to tell the tale:-
"There was a boy called Pete,
A normal 12 – year old,
Until one day he fell so ill,
And caught a horrid cold.
Alas! One day he died,
And was buried in his grave,
They thought it was the end of Pete,
Grumpy, dull, but brave.
But right from that very year,
Pete gets up on the tenth,
And enters into other kids,
For using up their strength.
It is now an annual tradition
Of playing Hide and Shriek -
Whoever Pete makes ‘IT’
Is the new one from that week.
Randi, the risk for you is
Too real - Heaven forbid.
You’re new to Town Fear Street -
AND PETE DOES LIKE A NEW KID."
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Based off the idea from an R.L Stine book
The lake was only small
But we boated.
Not far to go...
Back and forth
On the little lake
And watching the boat go.
Back and forth and go -
Using up the day
That won't return.
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2/15/2015
Contest - STRAND Choice 8
Sponsor - Brian Strand
2nd place win
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Featured poem for the week commencing 5/1/2016
All these years ago it began
then I picked up my black pen
wondering if I could write poetry
so doubtful was I back then
But then my grey cells responded
bringing thoughts mindfully alive
from that point, confidence grew
brings a vision point to truly strive
Having been set to write poetry
it's appropriate what made my debut
for my subject matter set to write
a long-pointed thing is my clue
By now you'll have worked it out
that first poem was titled 'The Pen'
which would be my best ever friend
writing in my notebook forever open
To think now many I've penned
using up gallons of flowing ink
it all began with a pen of mine
which was indeed my missing link!
(This is written looking back on the first poem written all these years ago, so many pens have been used since then!)
(What Mankind Forgot)
We forgot our place in life
We forgot how to be alive
We forgot our connection to life and the cosmos
We filled our homes, schools and hospitals with the killer asbestos
We forgot our ancient wisdom
We forgot the wisdom from the opening of our heart the knowledge and stories of How we did come About and how we did start
We forgot the knowledge of natures forces
We forgot the power from the deepest of sources
We stole from our planet and are using up all of its resources
We forgot our path and our dreams
We polluted our once purest streams
We took from earth many things we did not need
We built cars, planes and trains that pumped out poison that us and our future Generations are Expected to breathe
We have to take we cannot leave
We ditched our horses and bred them wild
But wild they are not
Their help and ability we forgot
We forgot our true purpose
We are caught in the mass trance of fabricated consensual reality
We lost sight of our authenticity
That inner spark that drives us towards our happiness and self-realization
We lost our True destiny
We forgot that we are here to be realized as spiritual beings embodied in a physical form and Embedded in a congenial universe
We forgot that everything revolves around and is love
We forgot how to love and be loved
We live on bended knees to a force that isn't seen with thy eye
That should see the truth
We cannot see without the proof
We forgot what we once stood for
We shunned it out and locked the door
We are no more
What we once was
Mankind has lost all scense of what it means to be free
Be bend down and hand away our pride and dignity
To the power that over rules our reason to exist
We are stranded and scared in a forever descending mist.
Written by sarah Linklater 28th march 2015
there is value in your faith you only need to see
that now is the time to power up your God currency
when you overload a circuit board the electricity will shut down
as you have too much stuff plugged in and there's not enough currency to go around
you need to unplug all the negative things that are damming up your power flow
pull out all the anger, the bitterness and the hurt which is burning down below
stop using up all your energy just by being mad
power up the goodness of God and start living life glad
let your faith and trust in the will of God be your ultimate power supply
let the light of the Lord power you up and keep you spiritually high
"Sir" want me to call something --
A name?
Well call then what you can.
Am I worth naming "sir" !! call any name.
My mother said, I was blesses by rain water
through our thetchet roof first day I was born,
Caught up with something called 'Pneumonia'.
However, I survived a life --
One that a catfish has (a cat has nine lives);
Or, a dungbeetle.
My father could never feed us well,
Using up the drops of sweat after the pawnbroker.
My mother's tear never dried from her cheeks,
As she kept on fighting with odds bits every single day.
My father poured all his life's rage on the poor little lady everyday --
Bashed, fisted, kicked, lashed, slapped, pulled, drugged
And she died.
Police came and handcuffed him;
I known nothing of him since then.
I just know, when my small little house was subided in Padma (a river)
Five small children (including me) of my impoverished mother came to the town.
Fance around of Polithin,
A small mosquito net, where other people heaved and paid my aunt;
We were kept out, under the open sky then,
Till the summertime.
One day I got lost deliberately;
I know nothing of them everafter --
Nor should I try.
I am a 'rickshawpuller' brother
I neither have a name, nor can remember what my parants gave.
No connection, no memory, no place to live
I came here for easy money;
Pulling the passengers on a steep road, heaving chest heavily
While they are kissing each other on the seat.
I grin and keep quiet.
I don't know how old I am, where will I go,
Or, even, why am I created for!
I gamble, smell opium at night and sometimes take girls on road.
Well "Sir", one day my passenger kicked me
For, I charged too much;
Called my mane with many more street-rhymes;
Lastly called me 'dungbeetle'
He came to the point after long time
With his nimble choppy rhyme
Gave me a name I was looking for
That goes with ruthless poverty, and the poor.
Once upon a time, Liz Unicorn,
was quite unhappy with her tiny horn,
and one sad, lonely day began to bawl,
cause horns of friends her age shot up so tall.
Right then appeared Fred Frog, portly and plump,
who jumped onto her smooth and shiny rump.
"Now please don't cry, Liz Unicorn, you see
your horn will grow and shine amazingly!
For now, it's using up growth energy
to make a sturdy base that sure will be
much better to support the best 'horn-crown',
for it will be the tallest one around.
You see some finer things take time to build;
be patient and I know you will be thrilled."
Liz turned her head to blow a thankful kiss
to kind Fred Frog who offered hopeful bliss!
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 02/10/2017
(Jazz it up to the tune of "Everything’s Coming Up Roses")
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Caught a cold?....Have the flu?
Do you think a truck ran over you??
Need a pill?..........Have the chills?
Honey..................everyone's blowing red noses!
Pounding head? Now it's spread...
To your lungs, and now you wish that you were dead?
Cannot eat.....cannot sleep
Honey.............everyone's blowing red noses!
Now head's spinning....temp one hundred and two?
Doctor's grinning...........says it's just the beginning!
Out of luck.....you've up-chucked
Diarrhea wars are waging in your gut?
You'll get well......just you wait...
Doc said flu.........his bill is due....
Honey, ...............everyone's blowing red noses like me and like you!
You can do it.....all you need is a pill
You can do it, ...chicken soup will see to it!
Feeling weak? Fever peaked?
Thoughts of living one more day may seem too bleak?
You'll get well.....take a nap...
What's Doc's bill??!! ....Holy crap!!!
The only thing that stops you from getting well....
Honey...everyone's down at the pharmacy...and buying meds
Everyone's hording the Pepto and Tylenol
Everyone's using up Medicare, and HMO's
Everyone's blowing red noses........ and sneezing AaaaaaaaaaCHOO!!
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From thee over-ewesed too letter word 'up' wee get a lot of mileage.
It has moor meanings than any other word inn thee English language.
Without reelizing it wee weave it intwo hour daily conversashuns,
Oratshuns, knowtashuns, quotashuns, summashuns and exhortashuns!
Wee pier 'up' at thee sky butt it makes know cents two say wake 'up'!
At a meating if a topic comes 'up' wee mae bee asked two speak 'up'!
Politicians ar 'up' four election and beefour exercising wee warm 'up'!
People tend two stir 'up' trouble and wee panic when a drain plugs 'up'!
She gets gussied 'up' fore a knight out and he drives bye two pick her 'up'!
Gluttons work 'up' an appetite, gorge themselves and then throw 'up'!
Wee drive a pick 'up' and if it gets rear-anded wee get it fixed 'up'!
Wee lock 'up' thee house, cover 'up' hour tracks and make excuses 'up'!
Mom dusts 'up' thee room, warms 'up' leftovers and cleans thee kitchen 'up'!
When it reigns it clouds 'up' and when thee son comes out it clears 'up'!
When it reigns it soaks 'up' thee earth and if it doesn't reign things dry 'up'!
A joke cracks ewe 'up'. If things don't go write, yore dey's awl screwed 'up'!
Stores ar opened 'up' inn thee mourning and at knight they ar closed 'up'!
Ewe use thee dictionary two look 'up' words if there meaning is mixed 'up'!
If ewe ar 'up' two it yew mite try two think 'up' moor weighs of using 'up'!
Butt four now my time is 'up' sew eye'll shut 'up' and rap this thing 'up'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Feather on the Sea
It wasn’t very long ago Tomorrow was my friend,
Life was like a river rolling lazy ‘round the bend.
Wasting time and then I found that Time was wasting me:
Took me and it tossed me like a feather on the sea.
Following a fading star I know I’ll never find,
Like a drunken sailor never looking once behind.
Floating like a feather on an ocean full of foam:
One more dream-struck drifter whose horizons are his home.
Feather on the sea, that’s me, without You,
Jesus rescue me from the sea--take me through.
Feather on the sea.
You can be my compass with Your wisdom and Your will,
Jesus help me travel when I feel I’m standing still.
You can be my map and help me reach that far off shore:
Help me weather every storm no matter what’s in store.
Till I found You I was on an ocean of despair,
Using up my future like it really wasn’t there.
Facing every wind of fate no matter how it blew:
Feather on the sea without a friend till I found You.
Feather on the sea, that’s me, without You.
Jesus rescue me from the sea--take me through.
Feather on the sea.
A building ruin touches my heart
Its days of worthiness are now gone.
Its French doors are now falling apart
crumbled bricks inhabit one-time-lawn
Weeds climb trellis instead of lace vine
Honeysuckle no longer calls bees.
Bush roses at last gave way to time
wind caused an awkward list to the trees.
No more wrong key clanks on piano
or children giggling, whispering tales
No longer young lovers 'neath willow
No more fish stories becoming whales.
Those bygone days are to be no more
Laughter, anger, happiness, sorrow.
Its walls bore all, quietly they wore
until using up its tomorrows.
April 5, 2023
for 'Writing Challenge--R Words' contest
by Constance La France
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2nd
Three of us went out to bowl
For this is done by many, the young and the old
We talked as we waited and stood in line
For the leagues to finish using up their time
We got our lane, now let the games begin
To see who will be the winner when we get to the end
My bowling started off like oh so whack
I couldn't even believe I was bowling like that
I gutter balled to the left and then to the right
And wondered if this was gonna happen all night
One person bowled strikes almost the whole night through
For this is something he so loves to do
He bowled them strikes like back to back to back
And he wasn't trying to give nobody no slack
The other one also bowled better than me
For I was indeed the worst of the three
I think they were bowling strikes so they could get another glance
At this nice figure bent over in them gray fitted pants
I know they were looking and imaging too
For that's in their nature and that's just what men do
I was being challenged all the way around
Cause I wasn't used to having the guard rails down
I knew I could knock down at least one pin
Or was I being distracted by these two fine men
I went to the bathroom just to get away
And one had to wonder if I went there to pray
Because when I got back, I was better than before
As I rolled that ball straight down the middle of the floor
I rolled some strikes and even some nines
Cause I wasn't trying to be left way behind
We had nachos and pizza as we sat down and ate
And enjoyed each other's company on our bowling date
Alright, it's crunch time, time to bring our A game
For we all wanted to shine with a high score by our name
Every step taken was done in stride
And each ball rolled, was rolled with pride
There were chants and cheers and high fives too
See motivating each other is something we do
We didn't care about the time cause we were having such fun
The next thing I knew, it was twenty after one
Bowling was cool, I must truly say
When it was all said and done, the winner was Ray
Ever climbed a ladder
To see what’s on top ?.
To fix something up
To see what’s what ?
Expending so much energy
As you make your climb
Using up resources
Using up your time ?.
Not sure why you’re climbing
What’s there when you arrive
You’ve been told when you get there
“You’ll know that you’re alive”.
You finally hit the roof
And survey what you see
Because you have arrived
To the top of that tree.
“It’s not what I thought”
I can hear you say
“Did I climb the right ladder
Why do I feel betrayed ?”
The key to climbing ladders
What makes you gratified
Is not “which ladder should I climb”,
The answer is in the “why ?”.
With the hardships of living life
In today's world.
We occupy our minds using up
our energy in the
What ifs
What was
What isn't
What can't be
What will never be
and What might have been
When we should be taking the space
and time to think of all the positive
and productive things like
What is
What can be
What could be
What might be
and What's possible
If we do this we just might end up with
a brighter day and the life we've been looking for.
Different Oceans
You say you want to be closer, with a tear in your eye,
But yet I can’t help but wonder what happen to you and I?
We started out so strong yet we faded in the end,
Once true hot lovers to now barely being friends.
We allow unnecessary things to monopolize our time,
What happen to the space that once yours and mine?
We take for granted what others hold so dear,
Blindly exposing, unconscious of the fear.
We live separate lives in the comfort of our home,
Pictures tell the stories of the lies that have been sown.
For too many years we’ve been going through the motions,
Never acknowledging our hearts that sailed on different oceans?
Yet here we sit, using up all the oxygen in the air,
Making small talk, pretending we still care.
As the room catches fire we barely feel the heat,
Too numb inside to even think retreat.