Best Wait Your Turn Poems
When she was young, she seldom thought of Death.
He’d have no claim to her for years to come.
Life was her ladder. As she reached each rung,
success and joy obscured the simple truth,
that Death someday would have his promised turn.
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Her steps are very slow; her vision, dim.
Death’s whispers in her mind are loud today.
She doesn’t fear the end because she knows
her soul is covered by the blood of Christ.
A life well-lived ends with a pleasant smile.
No matter what happens or what may go wrong
The point is to remain tough and to stay strong.
Life isn't easy. There are lessons you need to learn.
Everything will work out for the best. Just wait your turn.
Friends will come and go. True ones stick around.
They help you when in need and when you're feeling down.
It pays to be the quiet one but always stick your ground.
Don't let anyone disrespect you or you will forever be pushed around.
Love isn't everything because most of the time it is lust.
If there is one thing I have learned it's be careful who you trust.
Sex may seem like everything but in a real relationship it's not.
Communication and trust...Now that's what says a lot.
Of course there needs to be attraction and some loving play.
If there is never any between you two, how do you expect the other to stay?
Choose your words wisely. Think before you blurt.
Emotions are fragile things. Feelings easily get hurt.
Never sit too close to the t.v. you might just hurt your eyes.
They will help you see the truth in the mist of all the lies.
Live your life to the fullest. Regret nothing that you do.
In the end, no matter what, your past catches up to you.
Work hard for everything. Expect nothing for free.
Don't waste your life sitting around wondering what might be.
Don't waste your time with someone if you do not trust them.
In the back of your mind you will always believe they will do it again.
While reading this or afterward you had to take a breath and sit down
Then you know something about your life has to be turned around.
THE GROUNDS I WALK ON IS TOO WORTHY FOR ALL TEN TOES ON YOUR FEET.
THE AIR I BREATHE IS TOO ROYAL FOR YOUR LUNGS.
YOUR EYES AND EARS ENOUGH ARE NOT SHARP ENOUGH FOR WORDS I SPEAK.
YOU ALL CAN NEVER BE ONE OF A KIND, FOR THAT ONE OF A KIND IS ME.
I WOULD NOT BLAME YOU IF YOU ENVY ME.
YET, STILL I HAVE NO ANIMOSITY.
MY LOOKS ARE TEMPTING AND MY EYES WILL HYPNOTIZE
THE EXAMPLE OF INNOCENCE RESTS UPON MY FACE.
THE MIDDLE CHILD YES THAT IS I.
VERY CANTANKEROUS YET ATTITUDE OF A DOVE.
BEAUTY IS MY FEATURES IN AND OUT WHILE SASSY IS MY MOUTH.
YOU ALL DON'T STAND A CHANCE
I'M A KILLER WHALE AND YOU ALL ARE JUST TROUTS.
SO GET IN LINE AND WAIT YOUR TURN
FOR I'M A GODDESS AND THAT YOU'LL LEARN.
NOW DON'T BE SHAME
JUST TURN TO YOUR NEIGHBORS FOR THEM TOO ARE ONE OF MY MANY HATERS.
desperate times leads to desperate measures wth whom do you treasure
we mix words in the street still trying to repeat moving ahead to the walking dead
a canopy of dreams inside of me together you will see a whole of of brevity
he ain't heavy he's my brother cruising down the avenue in full bloom
honking horns some may twist to curse the day they were actually born
wait your turn with the mic in my hand got one foot stuck in the frying pan
I'm working on my legacy come and sit next to me in my field of dreams
basketball superstar took his grill down to the mall now he stands ten feet tall
decisions we all make them friend we need all grow to depend got the hoop dreams
my ***** she be working at Dairy Queen to the extreme I rock the mic like a vandal
blowing up chops like Goldie Locks we drop a line or two nothing borrowed nothing blue
folks today don't have a clue they are stuck as glue wash your hands to avoid the flu
got fresh rhymes for 2018 got to keep it real paying all those bills with cheap thrills
Rap ain't like it used to last I check they was frying a rooster but who are they anyways
Depression is a disease will knock you to your knees stop spreading its disease
what are we willing to achieve we neglect all that hate call it fate but something runs deeper
we need folks like Barry White taking the mood higher blown up in fullest desire
some will fade out with a noose around their neck what the heck they neglect
getting stuck in the middle playing a game of second fiddle watch the dunk but neglect the dribble...
I want to write a poem about birthday
Because today is my birthday - yeyy yeyy
Do you know why you were born?
You were born for a purpose
Do you know your purpose yet?
God will show you
Do you know what happened on your birthday?
You - the star was born hehe
Heaven was rejoycing
And still is today
Does God know what He is doing?
Sure does
Just look at you today
Why does God insist on doing what He is doing?
He created you, didn't He? haha
Can't be wrong
Now the question: do you know how you were created?
Ahh that - I will leave it to the expert
You are no expert either
Don't fool yourself lol
What should you do on your birthday?
Whatever the h I want to do, right?
Born, buddy
You got to get in there
Through the canal...
And jump
Bingo haha
You made it
You were born
The star is created
Now how many birthday I am going to get?
One - my friend
Unless you want to be born again?
Ahh I can arrange that
No problemo
Are you sure you want to be born again?
Yeah yeah
Now get back in there
Go through the canal
Not that canal
What do you think I'm saying?
Canal of water my friend
Of accepting Jesus as your Savior
Because if you don't
You might as well not to be born again
And how can you live
if you are not born again?
Anyway, how did I get here?
Lol - Happy birthday to me
And you too - some day
Wait your turn, will ya?
Waiting is the hardest thing to do.
Impatiently in our desire we wait to set the world on fire.
We run and jump when we are young
with energy to burn and it's so hard to wait your turn.
But as we grow we start to slow
and quickly begin to learn we still must wait our turn.
Waiting, waiting on time to pass.
Watching, watching the hourglass.
When will it be my turn to dance and when will it be my turn to take a
chance?
Finally, you're out of school and you imagine all the possibilities
that life can bring to be.
The world is yours to see and you tell yourself, "I'm free!"
You're walking tall and proud with a briefcase in one hand
and a wallet in the other.
Now you're glad you listened to your father and your mother.
But the water is deep and filled with sharks and for your blood
they thirst.
Sometimes you won't come in first.
Sometimes you'll learn the hard way what life is all about.
The truth is you'll work long and hard until your hair is falling out.
It's time to take your medicine and you're waiting for your check.
You're waiting for your kids to call and it's your turn to cut the deck.
We never stop waiting for something, it's true,
but the question is:
"How long will heaven wait on you?"
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Jan. 15, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
This lonely forsaken creature is worshiped in the labyrinth of my heart
He sits on his cheap framed throne with his faceless glare, playing God
He is the masochist inside of the mirror
He made me rip out my own eyes, so I could see clearer
I have died a thousand times
It made me numb to fear
Possessive fingers of quicksilver strain
Stroke my nerves in my sleep
I no longer awaken feeling relentless pain
I swear I will paint the walls with this mortality if I must watch one more of them burn
If your only wish is crucifixion
All I can say is wait your turn
The nails are ripping into the skin again
I tear myself down from my execution
Bleeding feet, be my traveling companions
My only existing sin is faking a smile
If they wont let me in the gates, then I would rather live in exile
Hallowed be thy name
Meaningless torture be thy shame
Paranoid sanctuary
Bear the weight of the hollow world
Swallow all that you cannot carry
I feel the excruciation within
You finish yourself and inhale unearthly sin
Are you all really just slaves to yourselves?
Lonely forsaken creature..
Faceless glare..playing God..
Masochist in the mirror..
Rip out my eyes..die a thousand times..
I've become numb to fear
Us folks out here 'round Coalstoun Lakes we like to till the ground,
but when it comes to water ... well .. the prospects are not sound.
Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not, you live in hope each day,
then hallelujah ... from nowhere ... a prophet came our way.
"I've had a vision folks" Dean said, "brown water 'gainst a wall
and in your district too at that, it's bound to help you all.
A land of milk and honey folks is what you all will see
and soon you'll live in paradise as happy as can be."
For prophecies to come to light, you have to wait your turn,
perhaps a year, or maybe two, that's something we would learn.
Now folks 'round here are patient like and wouldn’t mind the wait,
but Dean the paradise you saw was miles from here old mate.
While heading off on tour in April, we had problems with tyres near Coalstoun Lakes,
between Biggenden and Ban Ban Springs. We called in at a property where we met Debbie
Bird, who kindly let Chris stay with her while I went into Biggenden to replace the
damaged tyres. In December Debbie rang to say they were having a function where Dean
Collins, who works for the Department of Natural Resources, would be present. He had
worked in the Coalstoun Lakes area for some time apparently and had became well known
to the locals as he pursued the idea of putting a dam in the area which would benefit
folk on the land. Sadly, a dam was to be built and would be named Paradise dam, but not
anywhere near where it would help the Coalstoun Lakes folk. Debbie asked me if I'd pen a
few lines to use on the night, as a bit of a send up.
Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day.
And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said.
So we went at dusk, for our first try, so no wee ones, would be anywhere near.
For you know, Trolls can play pretty hard, and I didn’t know, just what to fear.
I quickly found a bench as home base, for those who needed to have a time out.
Anyone who couldn’t play gently, or broke anything, found they’d get the rout.
First the sandbox became a deep, dark hole, from which to pop up, to scare, thereat.
Of course, dodge ball became club ball, so you can guess what happened with that.
King of the Hill was a really big thing, since they are all, the most territorial, by half.
Surprisingly, the slide was all-OK, but trouble came from underneath, as they laughed.
They wanted to exact a toll, of course, in the middle, as you passed above, quite brief.
The merry-go-round made them dizzy, knocking everyone down, in a domino motif.
The Seesaws became a great big catapult… to the other far side of the playground.
The monkey bars! Well, they aren’t monkeys, that’s for darned certain, I expound!
They tripped, fell, and smacked themselves senseless with no ones’ help, I ensure.
It could’ve been climbed much better, if not covered in so much drool, I’m sure.
Swings became broken as they pushed the others, all the way to the moon, oops!
And basketball became a slam-dunk, as unfortunately they didn’t fit in the hoops.
Hop Scotch took coordination, and you have to be able to wait your turn, too…
So, as in tag, they started bumping and fighting, until becoming a crazy piled up dado.
Races started more fights as all wanted to win, and threw everyone out of their way!
Hearing a laugh, I turned around to see Grandpa Troll, was ready to stop the moray.
He stood near the bench, as I stood looking up, amazedly, at what they had done.
Now, there were other benches everywhere, but they were piled high, on a single one.
I’ll never truly understand the brain of a Troll, for them a playground’s just not fun.
And they don’t play gently, and are bigger, than our wee folk, as I had already known.
They spent the night, putting things to right, even better than before they’d been broke.
And I finally took them home, to find OTHER things, designed especially, for OUR folk.
Wait Your Turn
It was clear to me that there would be no magic
Expecting no inheritance of riches, I stuck to logic
But to remain poor and not go forward, is tragic
It’s hard to 'find yourself' in so much people traffic
We learn to keep trusting, and not become a lunatic
Inner senses reveal one’s time will come; how terrific!
I waited for Adulthood
I waited for an Education
I waited for Right Relationships
I waited for Open Doors and Opportunities
I waited, waited, waited, and continued to wait
I'm okay with waiting; I just don't want to be late
God takes His time to create a rose and to grow a tree
A time of waiting unveils, “The best things in life are free”
Sometimes we cannot avoid lines created just for you and me
Though we hate to wait, it enables us to be the best we can be
01252015 (PS Contest, Becca‘s Inspiration “Waiting”, sponsored by Craig Cornish)
Heebiejeebie Hocus-Pocus
Don't forget your incantations
Gods wait with inoculations
Only for you and your relations
Have faith my friend, in creation
Above all else know your station
It depends on where you're from
Allah, Buddha, Genghis Khan
Which ever one takes your fancy
Mono, pantheistic religious candy
Your God created Beetles apparently
(But mostly Beetles ...actually)
So prepare yourself for the rapture
Avoid being caught on the crapper
Change underwear before you die
Never know when ya need to fly
Hocus-pocus kneel and pray
Wait your turn for judgement day
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
taking you to places you need to know
rap is the harmony to take away my anxiety
not since the old famed Redd Fox boy that homeboy do think a lot
boogy down to the socks
I sit as a rose without its thorn
some may curse the very day they were actually born
but you got to wait your turn
one soul soars while the other will burn
like the world watch it turn
Rap to the rhyme & rhyme for a reason
its like the changing of the seasons without any reason
in time the seed would grow into a healthy stalk
come with me let's go for a walk
the more you breath the less you talk
folks in the numbers under the satin covers with home made lovers
by choice we often wander friends growing fonder hair getting blonder
the message is getting bolder have to look over your shoulder society's getting colder
yes that seed would grow into fruition to late on your tuition start listening
when I'm alone in my room then i stare at the wall in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
like a bird please light the flame walk the walk away from the criminally insane
why should I complain I'm making the green bling living in a land so very mean
As flowers fill with summer rain
Commuters board their rush hour train
Oblivious to all they see
They must get home in time for tea
Reflecting on their busy day
Decisions seldom go their way
The simple things that mean a lot
Just too busy – Now forgot
Magic times remain unseen
Now blinded by their dull routine
Tomorrows dreams stay in the past
Time flies by - the moments passed
It’s easy to be lead astray
But every dog will have his day
The thoughts inside – Just Cant let go
So don’t let on - no-one will know
All heading for another place
They hide behind a dead pan face
Afraid their plans have gone astray
They must survive another day
Don’t bother with a crystal ball
You have the power to recall
We each determine our own fate
So take control – Don’t sit and wait
Why stand in line and wait your turn
Just cut the ropes and watch them burn
Feelings that we all suppress
You never know – Perhaps they’ve guessed
The sands of time will ebb and flow
The tree that grows will always show
The promise of a future dawn
On platform nine you stand and yawn.
Life is hard but can’t stop me
Life is a game but I can’t be beat
I keep climbing higher and higher and higher
I may stumble down but I don’t get tired
faith in myself and nothing is better
It is just me there is no “together”
Like a Nike commercial I just have to do it
Learn from me and there is nothing to it.
Wait your turn because I come first
Better watch out I’m about to burst
I sting like a bee, your gonna get hurt
I don’t have feelings, you are just dirt
Not trying to be mean, just stating how it is
I have a cold heart and the problem is his
I’m on top of the world, can’t be knocked down
I’m held underwater, but i cannot drown
People call me names I just don’t care
Try to hurt me and that is a dare.
The morning sun is rising turning darkened sky to grey
In the yard people are gathering every one real proud and gay
They yell to house in one big voice c'mon bring out the fun
Then man in black looks out and says we wait until the sun
With rising of the sun the man in black leads four in cloaks
The gathered people gleeful yell 'tis time for deadly strokes
The four look to the icy blade and fervently renounce their sin
The man in black leads four through crowd which like the Red Sea parts
And all the people joyful yell let's afterwards take out their hearts
You may the man in black then says but you must wait your turn
For 'tis my job to take their lives and send them on their way to burn
The people yell then get it done the blade's a-shine with thirst
Then they all merrily do shout when blade comes down and kills the first
The three left of the four then know that all their lives the blade will win
The second of the four enraged calls out all burn in Hell
And when the blade takes his head all the people taunt and yell
Then the third with frenzied screams the bloody blade does take
And with that death the one that's left in shoes begins to quake
The fourth is lead to blade as one just wakened from a dream
And with his bloody death the people joyful dance and scream
And so at setting of the sun four more have felt the guillotine