Best Wasting Poems
Kick up your heels,
you’re in a race against time.
Take the challenge,
it’s a piece of cake.
Don’t put it off till tomorrow
or cross the bridge when you come to it.
Say what you feel.
you know you’re head over heels.
You’re running out of time.
Go right ahead,
tell that special someone
you have feelings for them.
Time flies when you’re having fun,
so don’t you wait for them to come.
Don’t wait, take your chance,
go for what you want and seize the day.
Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship,
You’ll never be earning,
‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name of your game,
You tattooed your duplicity,
And pretended not to know,
Insulting our intelligence,
With the seeds you sow.
To use us in your time of need,
When all your blood ran out,
But you’ve wasted all your water,
And now you’ll live with drought.
Conveniently, when your fire’s doused,
You’ve got your blood transfusion,
Your loyalties have been restored,
Our familial bonds? An illusion.
But we were already prepared,
‘Cause water is much quicker,
It was only a matter of time,
And we were watching the ticker.
Just another silly rhyme
to waste another bit of time.
I find that if I need a rest,
this is the way I do it best.
I do not have to sit and think
into my mind I quickly sink.
Relaxed like this I meditate
and writing enters through the gate.
The words then flow from off my pen,
don't ask me why or even when.
I feel they're drifting from somewhere
where love abounds and people care.
I find that it can soothe my soul,
this lack of seeking for a goal.
Waiting there while words appear
while all my worries disappear.
So now you've read my silly rhyme
you'll see how I can waste my time.
But everyone deserves a rest
so just enjoy what 'you' do best!
Ivor G Davies
It's most fun to live on the line,
and see derivatives in-front of your eyes...
It's most fun to be alive and see for your side every mime.
It's most fun to align with the stars,
and be there before they start-
it's also something to granitize,
because a stereo only blasts your demise...
The next motive is errant spangled hermetic story board sting
and you...
Silly as the strings tying together every ring.
Do you have something that you want to start?
An exercise regiment, a business endeavor
Or maybe a weekend trip to the lake?
Time is a wasting my friend
Start today
You may not have time tomorrow
As no one is guaranteed tomorrow
It's all you have - is today
If per chance you have tomorrow
Wouldn't you have it today?
So don't wait till tomorrow
'Cause tomorrow is today
That's my words
But you know what I am saying
Why do you wait till tomorrow?
Did you ever think of that?
Because we are the procrastinators
Because we are the lazy gamers
The no-ending excusers
The frivolous planners
Anything else?
I can think of a lot more
But you know what I am saying?
No excuses, no planning can equal execution
So get going - today
You will thank you for it
Your family will thank you for it
And society will thank you for it
Because you keep the wheels rolling
Churning
Perpetuating
Things are counting on you
Things will not be done without you
Okay?
Unless it's my thing
And I .... eh...would be the one to do it
Do you get what I am saying?
The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe staring back at me,
naked am I, a body of victories, failures & serrindipities,
a sepleture of star light & a womb of consciousness
craving continuity of conclusions,
seeking a final truth rescuing dead judgements from error,
Time, attention as an investment,
as a resource for spiritual enrichment is a vast mine of mine,
shafts that burrow into fear, stupidity, euphoria, creativity,
spelunking the sensational,
dividends in quiet diamonds,
speaking to the world in thought symbols,
noise finds no harbor in my mouth,
awareness deepens as the river perfumes the great canyon of reflection,
illusions lose their tastes & happiness hungers itself,
the slavish & sordid power structure of Man's nightmare
tells me I possess no right or ability to know myself by myself,
that meditation is for lazy, ill informed members, introspection a sour source,
productivity for commerce is penultimate goal,
souls engulfed in irrational routines, distracted from divinity,
disinterested in sacrafice for strength and subsequent liberty,
guided by gurus of reflexes,
I stare at skies, trees, chattel, focusing on artwork, music, environment,
harvesting experience, interpreting Life for me,
day dreaming like a goose on soft grass,
refusing guilt breath in my instruments,
the only legitimate " waste of time "
is denying yourself realization of Truth & Honesty,
permit them sanctuary,
give them time to help you use your immense power,
a place that never darkens -
J.A.B.
< One by one they'll shall roll on and come
Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
Echoes are acknowledge
Cast across thy arched bridge
Haste makes waste even for everyone
Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All
Science improves things, so they say,
can't prove it by me, take the clock
once it swung, and cockco's played
now it's silent, no tick or tock.
Old clocks clucked each tick and each tock
tongue to roof, they made a clapping.
Once they had arms and hands and locks
now they don't even aid napping.
Mum's the word with digital clock
zipped are those lips, no face, no brow
no sinister tock from Hook's Croc
no moon shaped face, no leaping cow.
Flashing red numbers, fanned peacocks
neon in trancers, with tin man hearts
lipless automatons in stock
toss them all from your K-mart cart!
Live I say get a grandfather clock
one with a face, two arms and heart
with a pendulum swinging tick tock
tick off the sleepers screw K-Mart.
?Time We Are Always Wasting
Do you think that I would be teasing;
God brings bright minds together for a reason
Not just to be passed up or simply ignored
But our magnificent minds be further explored.
Much more further analysis we will need
Compare the Apostles with Nicene Creed
When I thought about and did further peruse
Which one would be the very best to use.
Of many songs which shall we sin today
Should I close my eyes when I begin to pray?
Or both of my eyes on others must be gluing
So I can see and understand what they are doing.
Why should to myself all of my poems I keep
On all of my poems lie down on and then sleep
Yet still be responsible person I am being
With great ideas well worth hearing and seeing.
Before I press on or present you with the rest
Must admit by God I have been greatly blessed
Instead of me taking a pounding and a pasting
We better get busy and our time is a wasting.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
and Member of St. James Vestry
I have something to tell you.
I have to say it right away for if I don't something bad may happen to you today.
I really don't want to say it because I know you will hate it, but there's noting I can do to rehabilitate it.
So I might as well say it so it will be over and done.
Holding all this bad news inside me isn't much fun.
Please do not run when I tell you this thing and please do not cry because it would cause me much pain.
I wish you the best even though I bring you the worst.
This bad news is like a curse.
Why did I have to be the one to tell it to you!?
Why couldn't it be another to tell you these words so cruel?
As a mule I am too stubborn to speak.
But I must tell you or my friends will call me weak.
I seek only happiness but today I did not find.
These words I have to tell you lay heavily on my mind.
Time is running out with every word I speak.
I must tell you now or forever hold my peace.
For someone may die if I don't tell you now.
I am sorry to say all is not well.
So I must go on and tell you what I came here to tell...well I did have something to say.
You must believe this is true why else would I come here and be saying all this to you?
Give me a moment and it will all come back.
I don't know why but sometimes my mind gets off track.
How could I lack remembering such a thing?
Well, if anyone gets hurt tell them I was to blame.
I'm sorry I just can't remember...so I guess you'll never know.
But I'm even more sorry you just wasted your time reading this here poem!
I
Just
Wasted
Thirty Seconds
Of Your Life! :)
EXPIRATION DATES - 20190122
We’ve all got inspiration dates,
But we can only guess at when.
From first breath ‘til the end,
Our lives were pre-measured by the Fates.
That doesn’t mean we can’t shorten our time
By taking risks with unhealthy lifestyles.
The Grim Reaper sadly grants no extra miles;
Life’s not a game played with overtime.
So what shall we do with the time we’ve got,
With whatever granted amount?
What shall we do to make it count?
Will our light be a nano- or a gigawatt?
All those loved-ones who share our houses-
We don’t know how long they’ve got to live!
What would you do if you did outlive
All you’re friends, children, and spouses?
Would you dwell on everything left unsaid,
Endlessly numbering your every regret.
“I wish I would have” your stone’s epithet,
Your expiration date expired, finally dead.
There’s no Marley’s ghost to give you warning.
To avoid so many pointless sorrows,
Treat all you love like they had no tomorrows.
Change your ways; start yesterday morning!
If time is not properly managed
Surely life will be getting damaged
As time will leave us urgently
We mustn't touch troubles gently
Time if is wasted without sense
The route to defeats, it opens
Instead if we are very careful
Victories are indeed plentiful
Time can never be retrieved
Something must be achieved
We must work in full flow
To get the gold, let us go
Only by carefully planning
We can be always winning
In case we allow loopholes
Our life, only demon controls
Never postpone today's act
A perfect strategy, you enact
Go to win and pluck success
Glory, only toil can possess.
TIC TOC-TIC TOC-TIC-TOC TIME STANDS STILL FOR NO ONE---
Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
It could never be your will;
Time stands still for no one;
Premise to the task;
Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
Whether smooth or rough
You may kill time;
But one day time gonna kill you;
The thrill is here;
But one day the thrill be gone;
You may live short;
Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
You may live long
But Time stands still for no one
Did you hear? Me
Time stands still for no one
You may now run time;
But one day times gonna run you;
You may start fast and long;
But one day you’re gonna last either right or wrong;
As you may yet still kill time;
But one day time gonna kill you;
The thirst will be more thirsty;
As the hungry ever more feminist;
There’s no need for food in heaven or hell;
So stand on in eternity on Earth you choose;
Once in the casket to late to move;
Bind the devil on every hand;
Stop living for today think eternal;;
Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
Whether smooth or rough
You may kill time;
But one day time gonna kill you;
The thrill is here;
But one day the thrill be gone;
You may live short;
Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
You may live long
But Time stands still for no one
Did you hear? Me
Time stands still for no one
You may now run time;
But one day times gonna run you;
So stop wasting time, so time won’t waste you;
You choose today which time is you;
Peace and love eternal life is better;
If you use time wisely now for heaven?
Time stands still for no one;
12/26/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
Alone, forgotten in this far away land
Lies a soldier, a son and a very weary man
Some think he’s dead, others could care less
In some jungle in Viet Nam is his only address
He didn’t enlist but the man called his name
And four years later he’s almost completely insane
At daybreak he’s in the fields, at night in the clink
With nothing to do but to stare and to think
He longs for his mother as tears fill his eyes
If she could see him now, she get a huge surprise
His girlfriend no doubt has moved on to better things
Like dancing and partying and perhaps wedding rings
But memories are precious as he clings to them all
And oh to have mama’s spaghetti and meatballs
Brother Jimmy hopefully will be college bound
And never have to fight on any battleground
His breathing is raspy, a bloody nose all the time
And being drafted by Uncle Sam was his only crime
He’s mostly skin and bone and his strength’s about gone
He’s been to the bank too often and his account is overdrawn
But still he holds on with hope in his heart
That one day they’ll release him so he can depart
He’s no longer a prisoner, he’s no longer in pain
He’s now in the plot where of his comrades have lain
Just another POW with perhaps a flag flying high
But as for Private Earl Simpson, it was his time to die