Best When Push Comes To Shove Poems
“If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.*
Shouts abound, demanding equality
Yet, when push comes to shove
My choices are rudely rejected
A bat appears, held in an iron glove.
Ethics and virtue may only reside
Down deep in the soul of each
My effect on the thoughts of others
go only as far as my words reach.
Hold on to your own persuasions
And say what you need to say
Please do so in warm acceptance
With bitterness having no sway.
Only those who are politically correct
Have freedom to voice their convictions
But I, too, have my own opinions
And voted as I chose in this election.
When I reach out with a velvet glove
In tolerance, though we don’t agree
And you return resentment and anger
No one in America is totally free.
*William Stafford
I've been told to let go
Of all that I love
They say, you'll never make it
It's time to give up
And even though I'm a man
Who don't believe in himself
When push comes to shove
I'll get back up, and....
I'll keep chasin', my dream till the end
No matter how much
They try to pretend, cause...
I'm gonna make it
Let me tell you again
I'm gonna live out
My dreams in the end...
(Musical interlude)
They're too hard to let go
And they're so hard to touch
But I still intend
To have my day in the sun, and..
I'm keep chasin', my dream till the end
I'll share my emotions
In the words that I pen, and..
When they lay me down
And Heaven descends
If I didn't make it
I kept tryin'...my friend
I'll keep chasin', my dream till the end
I'll keep chasin'.... my dreams till... the end
There’s something about my love for my daughter,
maybe it’s all the lessons I have taught her.
Her bubbly smiles and ways only youth can display,
her growing independence, she’s too old to play.
Yes, there have been many times I have fought her,
but she shines like the constellations in array.
The angels danced when Ella Rose was born in sweetness,
now I shall confess she is my one true completeness.
A simplistic love we share with trust without obligation,
for I am so grateful for her God-given creation,
even though sometimes she wallows in discreteness,
I have full confidence she will show me appreciation.
As an infant she laughed at everything in sight,
those big brown doe eyes made everything all right.
Toddler years arrived with sassy days indeed,
but of course, me and her daddy met her every need.
For she is my saving grace, my eternal light,
I was born to give her roots as God planted the seed.
Her daddy will watch out for boys during puppy love,
as she will fall in deep with a boy she dreamed of.
Sincere adoration and complete devoted affection,
we share a bond beyond compare, a rare connection
she tells me girly secrets and when push comes to shove,
she is flawless to me even through imperfection.
She’s an aria of a melody with absolute splendor,
she can make a three pointer, yet so elegantly tender.
Her gifts of drawing and painting are excellent,
for she is my magnificence and has been heaven sent.
When she cries little girl tears on my knees I surrender,
trying everything in my power to heal her discontent.
I never knew a love could be so strong without romance,
and I am so grateful God gave me a second chance.
See I had a baby before her that gained angel wings,
now I have a sweet daughter and loveliness she sings.
There’s nothing like watching her graciously dance,
and oh, knowing she writes of such silly things.
I shall exalt Ella every day and nourish her necessities,
and show her my love and compassion shall never cease.
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Non Romantic Love Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
April 5, 2018
Yell at me, put me down
Scream at me, I'll show a frown
Love me, I'll love you
Adore me, and I'll obsess you
Why don't we see the problem
Till the situation is at it's end
Why don't we see the problem
and some times just pretend
What is your reason for words
Fighting me with them every second
What is your reason for words
when we say we love each other and blend
Why can't we always solve them
The situation doesn't have a cure
Why can't we always solve them
The ones where you walk away to lock in a stir
Why do you fly with birds
To escape diseased problems and what they lack
Why do you fly with birds
Our answers are never coming back
The Problem is our questioning of love
I love you no matter what, even when push comes to shove
I love your eyes and their addicting sight
your mouth, your lips my love will put up a fight
Don't ever question
Were better than those who do
I'm sorry if you wanted me to say something more
But It's kind of hard to do on Que
Love, I get love is more than a game the young play,
It is life one commits, not caged bird ‘shopped’ to mine
In the hope lives are saved that don’t sleep in harm’s way!
How can chemistry alter what man can’t refine?
Love is more than a look or a flirt in a mall
And is much more than cash you can steal, spend, or earn.
More accrued by a talent that’s honed by each fall,
Than by lumens discharged when we spark, or hearts burn!
Is it love that we’ve found when acquaintances flatter?
Does sharing a hobby like tennis or eating suggest
Love might be in the offing? Is love more a matter
Of saying, “Love look! I am here (with no test or retest)!
You are inside my borders, beyond reservation,
All love’s where you find it! Can ‘Grace’ be the child of ‘Intent?’
It’s like tropical moisture, trees rain the foundation
For life that surrounds, or can ‘Grace’ be constrained by consent?
Is it people who serve me or those I best serve
Who shine light on God’s leading when ‘push comes to shove?’
Do those get more who give love away or conserve?
Is the servant or fool more ‘admirer’ of Love?
Love, I know what I want, and I want it today!
What I prize most of all? To be Grace to your dreams,
To Grace others, engaged by time’s Author’s staged play
Where poor actors have roles their mute action redeems!
Brian Johnston
4th of September in 2019
I want to love you, but you make it a chore
One shouldn’t have to work so hard to love
Still, I want you more and more,
I can’t help it when push comes to shove.
My feelings for you are difficult to explain
I want to love you, but you make it a chore
Time after time I’ve made my feelings plain
And every time you shut the door.
I fear I am beginning to sound like a boor,
But I am trying to honestly tell you how I feel,
I want to love you, but you make it a chore
Slowly I’m beginning to question your appeal.
If you don’t share these feelings I have inside
Emotions I have shared many times before
I’m wondering if you’re taking me for a ride
I want to love you, but you make it a chore.
Written October 9, 2022
. *DOGGY STYLE*
Tonight! Tonight! I must display.
About my man's doggy style way.
Once he comes home he acts like I'm his "DOGGY BAG."
"It’s DOGGING ME!" The way he starts to nag.
He came from the bar with his "DOG BREATH!"
Calling me by the name of Beth.
When he settles down he starts acting like he's the "TOP DOG!"
"DOGGONE IT!" doesn't he know I'm adding this bone to my blog.
Now he's drunk acting "MEAN LIKE a JUNK YARD DOG!"
I taunt him by calling him a pig and a hog.
We "FIGHT LIKE CATS and DOGS," this really must be love?
"It's a DOG eat DOG WORLD" when push comes to shove!
Once again he will sleep "IN THE DOG HOUSE!"
This time for ripping my favorite blouse.
It's too bad "YOU CAN'T TEACH an OLD DOG NEW TRICKS!"
I wish he was a real dog, he needs to be neutered and fixed.
I think I will laugh and kiss him good night.
Anyways "HIS BARK is WORSE THAN HIS BITE!"
By morning he will be "SICK AS A DOG" and scary like a mouse.
I'm still waiting to be "Happy as a FLEA in a DOG HOUSE!"
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG" thinking it's doggy style all the time!
In his rabies case his desires keeps getting worse than slobber and slime.
.Should I tell my man that his actions are what I call humans love torch?
With the reaction "IF you can’t run with the BIG DOG's PUPPY, STAY on the porch!"
By; smiles
I behold a woman sitting in her chair,
Looking out her window, longing to share!
I envision, a man submerged in TV,
With nothing to say to his wife or family!
I observe a boy rejected and scared!
To gain a friend, he does what he’s dared!
I relate to the girl, who is looking for love
Giving in, when push comes to shove!
I visit a world full of hate, envy, and strife
While sitting in my office, both morning and night!
I see a screen, on our phones and such
Taking the place of a voice, and a touch!
With an average number of three hundred friends
Can you tell me why, loneliness trends?
Written By: Stacey Brown
1-30-15
Black shiney leather sado-masochism
Goose stepping Hitler homosexual fascism
Auto-erotic asphyxiatoin
Lesbian butt plug masterbation
Two girls one cup making me throw up
A transgender surpise lifting the skirt up
Double and triple penetration
A whole new deviant sexual nation
Be yourslef
Be true to me
Be yourself
Be true to me
Necrophila
Watching Susperia
Hot candle wax
Making new trax
Veins full of love
When push comes to shove
Two girls and me
Two girls and me
You’ve got to have faith, hope and love
This wonderful Glorious stuff
Faith, hope and love
When push comes to shove
Faith in your life when you need to fight
Love in your heart to make things right
Hope in your soul to achieve your goal
And these three things you sow, sow, sow
Yes
You’ve got to have faith, hope and love
Three gifts from God above
Faith, hope and love
These things in which you can trust
Faith in your life when things don’t go right
Love in your heart for a brand new start
Hope in your soul when you can’t control
And these three things you sow, sow, sow
Yes
You’ve got to have faith, hope and love
Joined together like a glove
Faith, hope and love
Even when the going gets Tough
Faith in your life for your children and wife
Love in your heart to bring your family up smart
Hope in your soul that you can still rock n roll
And these three things you sow, sow, sow
Yes
You’ve got to have faith, hope and love
Flying together like a dove
Faith, hope and love
Three beautiful things in us
© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd October 2015
All Rights Reserved
Stars go by in the second of the night
Feelings re trapped by the words we dont write
Weather changes when push comes to shove
Moments are shared but with no heartbeat love
Winds blow and wrestle with the matter
Incomprehensible desire but we always seem to scatter
Tides shift with the moons shifting space
We want to join but we can never find the right place
Stars go by in the second of the night
Feelings re trapped by the words we dont write
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
A right pair of dim wits, leaving one other emotionally scared
That’s her and him, but true what they say old habits die hard
Always a storm, again at each others thoats, this girl and guy
Is it the norm? comparing notes, if they'd let sleeping dogs lie
He tries but though in oblivion, she fails to even notice he's their
But could she be forgiven? shes doing her nails or fixing her hair
Then shed ask why he did not ring her? and he is not yet home
Because of course the poor blokes working his finger to the bone
I'm actually suprised! that she did not buy a lead for his birthday
But he's one of those guys, an unuasl breed, not the sort to srtay
She says jump! a lap dog he comes runing, tail between his legs
But at times she can be cunning,I think she like's it when he begs
And when push comes to shove their back to the same old routine
Is it just called puppy love? as at times that is what it would so seem
Do they realise what side their breads butterd on? a very unusal mix
Or lack of pride? I mutterd can anyone! teach an old dog new tricks?
WRITTEN 2/10/ 2012 ABOUT TWO PEOPLE I ONCE KNEW ALWAYS
A FOLLW UP TO TWEEDLE DUM TWEEDLE DEE......written 2012...........................
NOTE TO READERS,,,,,,,,,,
sorry I’ve put this on again much easer than having to reedit while on soup
just tweaked last couple of verses as felt this reads better and as one i like allot
and personal to self it was bugging me for quite a while as seemed a little all over the place
originally this was eight verse long but felt to much so tried cramming a lot into six verses
which took a while trying to keep a pattern but also with the metaphors
to adda little humour on top this is about an ex girlfriend and myself but lousy based on
alot of other relationships Ive seen at times in past ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
this has BEEN A BIT UPDATED AND CHOPED DOWN TO FOUR VERSE RATHER THAN SIX
I FELT THEIRS ENOUGH IN HERE TO EXPLAIN WITHOUT DRAGING
Carpe Diem, seize the day
Live by the rules of the game you play
The world is your oyster, enjoy the ride
When the going gets tough, look on the bright side
Silence is golden, take that to the bank
Put that in your pipe while smoke screens draw blank
Though money makes the world go round
Speak louder through actions than through sound
Empty vessels make the most noise
Best medicine, laughter, daily poise
Fool me once means shame on you
Shame on me, that’s fooled times two
Follow your heart, reach for the stars
Dreams come true, firefly jars
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush
When push comes to shove, shove comes to push
A stitch in time always saves nine
As luck still favors prepared minds
Fortune favors the brave at heart
Every ending once had a start
Live your life without regret
‘Tis better to forgive and to forget
We’re proned to get as hard as we give
Throw stones in the glass houses we live
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
Two birds with one stone, that’s quite a catch
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Just try again if you don’t succeed
And don’t believe everything you read
Make every experience educational
To think twice before speaking is critical
Let sleeping dogs lie I always say
Cause every dog will have his day
To be taught new tricks no matter the age
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Two heads they say is better than one
Violence isn’t always the key my son
Beggars can’t choose, that much we know
More haste less speed, no time to grow
When seams come undone, it’s cause for concern
We are what we are, we live what we learn
“One more word, just one more word!’’ before I start to break,
I feel the anger rising up, I tremble and I shake.
I try to think it’s not their fault, their only little kids,
But it isn’t enough to stop the anger breaking through the lid.
I leap to them with vacant eyes screaming “that is it!”
Grabbing at their little arms while I curse hiss and spit.
Dragging them to their bedrooms, throwing them to the floor,
Storming out to get away, slamming at the door.
Next I’m in my bedroom, my head held in my hands,
Trying hard to calm myself while I figure out a plan.
“Help me someone, help me please,” I mumble quietly,
“I just can’t take this anymore,” I pray to god, I plea.
10 minutes pass, the storm has gone, I’ve realised how I’ve been,
The calm makes me aware of this and guilt has now set in.
I slowly make my way into the quietness of their rooms,
Their little red faces wet with tears from their mother’s angry fume.
“I’m sorry darling for hurting you, I just got really mad,
I never meant to make you cry, or meant to make you sad”.
I hug them tight and tell them that I love them very much,
Hoping that their still comforted by their mothers touch.
“I need you to be helpful, I need you to be good”,
“Ok” they say in solemn tone, with hope they understood.
Wiping away remaining tears of the sadness that had been,
Hiding every single trace of the anger that they’d seen.
Now once again all is well, this feels a happy home,
Motherhood is oh so sweet when the angers overblown.
It’s all so unpredictable, when push comes to shove,
One day it fits so perfectly, the next it’s hard to love.
The trials and tribulations of motherhood, I’ve had,
Some days it comes so easily, some days it seems so bad.
I used to think I’m teaching them the ways and how to be,
But as time passes quickly by I cannot help but see,
That their the ones teaching me, in many ways then one,
They’ve taught me of a selfless love that comes from being a mum,
Self control is what I lack, they’ve taught me how to see,
If I don’t control my anger, my anger controls me.
So next time that you feel you just can’t take it anymore,
Don’t grab their little arms and shut them out behind a door,
But realise there’s a lesson that their teaching you right there,
And hold them close gratefully, with tender loving care.