Best Window Of Opportunity Poems
My friend Lynette....
As we face tomorrow, let us live each day like it's our last.
Along the way you may experience sorrow, but that too will pass!
My friend Lynette...
Heartache is like pulling a tooth, it can make you cry.
But love is the ultimate truth and all else is a lie!
My friend Lynette...
Your burdens I will bare, and comfort you in my arms.
I'll protect you I swear, and shelter you from all harm.
My friend Lynette...
My advice I freely give, for I've been-there-done-that.
Though I've faced death, I live! And past struggles have trained me for combat!
My friend Lynette...
If you need someone to talk too, you can always count on me.
My word is true and no matter what you say or do, I'm here for eternity!
My friend Lynette...
Time reveals all, and I'll be by your side till the end.
And although we stumble and fall, your honor I'll always defend!
My friend Lynette...
Let me take away your fears and that way you'll never be afraid.
If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade!
My Friend Lynette...
Just always remember this, hearts don't break, they just bend.
I'll seal this with a kiss, always and forever, your friend!
*Wrote for my fellow poet and friend Lynette c. (you wanted advice;))
Going For A Job Interview
The moment of truth comes, when one comes face to face with a prospective boss…
Having secured an appointed date for interview, it is time to meet the boss…
This learned young man is well prepared in his spirits, mind and body…
For this day is the much anticipated date to define his immediate destiny…
Freshly minted and on the lookout for a dream job offer in his field of studies…
His hopes are high, with a gamut of feelings of trepidation, anticipation and anxiety …
Getting a job is a typical priority for many a graduate after years of books and studies..
But the process of looking around for a dream job and landing it is far from easy…
For a wholesome week, this day has been crowding into his daily thoughts and routine….
Over and over again he has mentally run through his expected replies to incoming queries..
Will this window of opportunity be in the right one for a youthful graduate such as he…
Will his mannerism, answers and personality be up to the expectations of the boss to be…
He is well dressed for the occasion, most appropriate for the formality of the occasion…
Textbooked details are well in place, looking sharp with not a hair or attire was out of place…
His newly bought tie is snuggly attached to his high collar, well he looks like an executive-to-be…
Looking smart and most presentable, document folder in his hand, he’s well and ready….
Grabbing the car keys , he gave a perfunctory goodbye wave as he strode to the family car …
With fingers crossed, the father wished him the best of luck and whispered a silent prayer ….
There you go, son, you have to make your own way, may God bless you at the interview…
Have faith in yourself, you are well prepared and you are at your best as you can possibly be…
Waving goodbye and with a big smile of encouragement, he watched junior drive away…
Stiffling the rising inner glow of pride that that young man is now big enough to seek his way…
The next few hours will be crucial, will the outcome of his job interview be successful….
Will the call yet to come be one of jubilation or will it be one of deflated enthusiasm…?
The window of opportunity; once seemingly limitless
Now appears to be gloomy and hopeless
The aspirations and dreams disguised as the truth..
Are these just lies that reside in his own mind?
No proof, no action..just an attempt to appease and distract him
The window of time; once an absolute eternity
Is now running out in quite a hurry
Pursuing dreams is similar to that of running on a treadmill;
At the highest speed; there will not be enough endurance to actually achieve
Yet, if too slow; no chance for progression, no chance to grow
However; with a perfect balance of: talent, aggression, and humility..
Add a bit of: water, composure, and consistency
And, of course, a sprinkle of belief..and there is the recipe to succeed
The window behind; once hardly noticeable..
Evidently someone or something opened the blinds
..perhaps it was just time
For the window behind; once hardly visible..
Now gives reason to be rejoiceful; for it seems to be the single window in which one is actually ahead of ones dreams
God’s Love Endures Forever!
God’s awesome love and beauty
endures forever!
His is always faithful!
And will leave us never !
He is wonderful! And his mighty deeds performed!
Through his son Jesus, a life can be transformed!
He’s majestic! All nations shall bow before him!
This can be the opportunity to really know him!
He’s provided a way for our peace and salvation.
Through his son Jesus,
one can be a new creation!
Old things can be passed away. All can be NEW!
The God of creation patiently waits for YOU!
The decision is yours! And yours alone!
Will you decide to make heaven your home?
An eternity with God is an opportunity that waits.
Through his son Jesus,
you can enter HIS gates!
The window of opportunity is
available and open.
Won’t you listen to the words
that have been spoken?
“Whosoever will, come and drink
of the water he’s given…”
Won’t you drink? And know the joy
of being forgiven?
By Jim Pemberton 12/21/14
Here's another straight off the bat,
some people will construde this as rap.
but its much more than that...
Its a window of opportunity,
my own little immunity.
From the disease which is community.
The conformity is overwhelming,
catagorised like shelving.
We can be bought, I'm just delving...
Deeper into the conditioning,
Cos i heard!! ya wasn't listening.
even tho your just visiting.
Its a day to remember, this star is glistening.
you've been waiting for a supernova.
The death of me, its never over.
Here is where I leave my legacy.
Fear not my recipe,
If followed correctly ya won't worry about the mess that we...
have made.
Have you ever found yourself....
in a place you didn’t understand.
That had nothing to do with
your “real” life?
Then, memories rush back.
Ahh, everyone’s gone now
either from this earth
or they didn’t want to follow me
Through more of my trials and tribulations
or more mood swings and blood
I guess the life of a Manic Depressive
takes a different road than most.
Dramatic, unexpected choices
that threatened friend’s own marriages
“She’s so bold as to leave her husband for love”
and then it actually worked out
“Now she’s in Seattle”
“Wow, she just left her kids”
Assumptions were consistently made
with no grounds whatsoever
They didn’t know
that I was so vulnerable, I allowed myself to be Placed here.
and that I was so stuck, I couldn’t get myself out.
My heart ached, yet nobody asked me. Nobody knew.
It’s time to go now.
My window of opportunity.
As vulnerable as ever,
But more desperately needing....
I want Me again
with choices
needing to know it’s still possible
to be out from under and be free. For once.
Nobody knew . But I did.
Great britain
Great big mess
Mess with the status quo
Mess with Merkel a bit more
More houses
More hugs
Hugs for the Scots
Hugs for the broker
Broker of Doom
Broker fiscal swim ring
Ring up the bank
Ring for a mortgage
Mortgage your kidneys
Mortgage your air
Air on the h string
Air plane escape plan
Plan your future
Plan your time
Time is running down
Time to grow a pair
Pair of sunglasses
Pair of people
People with a coup to plan
People will rise up
Up to their keyboards
Up to standard
Standard pronunciation
Standard stories
Stories for facebook
Stories small and great
Great old Church
Great big clock
Clock tick tocks
Clock won’t stop
Stop smoking those herbs
Stop polluting the air
Heir to what
Heir to nothing
Nothing risked
Nothing stained
Stained blue jeans
Stained glass window
Window of opportunity
Window of time
Time of your life
Time is a changin’
Changin’ anyone left behind
Changin’ our flag
Flag
Behind
Going up and down in an elevator
Furiously walking, getting off and climbing through stairs
I've got an urgent appointment
The higher I go
The closer to death
Everything around is falling apart
There's one window of opportunity
To escape the whole ordeal
Panicked, sweat rush
A new passenger gets on
She delays my entry
Indefinately...
This too will pass...Dark days will appear, but we must hold on;
We will shed tears, but know, we are never alone.
This too will pass...Tribulations may occur, but it is not the end;
Happiness 24/7 is what we all prefer, but know, hearts don't break, they bend!
This too will pass...Sometimes through our fears, mistakes will be made.
When a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade!
This too will pass...You may not have a plan, but when you do, follow through;
Because every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do!
This too will pass...There will be emotional ails, but believe me you will not die;
Don't be afraid to fail, be afraid to try!
Written for Paula Swansons contest "Pass"
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
or some kind of conduit
or some kind of hubble-bubble
perhaps a shower hose
my daughter has learnt to say 'door'
she enjoys knocking her head on them
she dances to anything
i woke up wrapped in the mosquito net
or maybe wrapped in the pipe where
schubert's songs came from
i yanked the window off the wall
haven't replaced nor fixed it yet
looking for a window of opportunity
A Ride
You and I, we can keep a secret.
Parents have to do that between themselves, to stay ahead.
I have found success and wish to share…
But, only with those that need this badly.
My kid, sometimes aloof and far away.
My lovely child, is a mystery at times.
Every parent frets a bit, in one manner or another.
Probably, all is well.
Never time to talk.
In the morning, coolly, I ask, “Need a lift today?”
These my friends, are miracle words that open doors.
From the time they get in to your car, your truck, or…
until the time they are released back into the wild,
they are on the best, level field, you are ever going to get.
They are pleasantly, pleasingly trapped and it a good mood.
Speak calmly. Don’t ask every question all at once.
(let yourself breath, don’t lock up now)
Be interested in every word they say.
Make sure you are listening and not adding your view.
If they are talking, don’t interrupt…
Bask in your success…
Be at peace, you have more than you had before.
Be prayerful, and tell God, thank you for keeping our kid(s) safe.
If they want to pick up a friend and you can fit it in, do it.
When “they” are gathered in groups, “they” are more at ease.
You will gain further strides to understanding “all”.
The chance, the window of opportunity closes swiftly.
Make the very best use of all that you can.
Hopefully, they will need another ride… tomorrow.
5 am, you woke me up, to meditate.
I thought someone had died, someone had, me.
It was the ultimate time, you said.
Looking down, I had to disagree.
Can you feel the energy, she said?
I can’t feel myself, go away.
This is a window of opportunity, she said.
There was a window.
Let us breathe, she said.
This had never happened before, nutcase came to mind.
What is your mantra, she said.
What is my name, I said.
No, you have to reach out, draw in the energy.
I am going to reach out, it won’t be pretty.
Let me take you on a journey, join me.
I’ll phone you a taxi, blast, it’s your house, I’ll phone me a taxi.
If we connect, the sex will be out of this world.
Okay, through the delirium I heard the S word
Mm, mm feel it, Mm, mm, feel it, Mm, mm, can you feel it.
I can definitely feel something.
It’s getting stronger, we are one.
We definitely are.
We must connect.
We definitely must.
Before my husband comes off the night shift.
Thought I heard the H word there.
Let us be one.
Let us wind back to the husband.
He is but a component in time.
What time does this component come home at.
Six, but it’s okay, he’s gay.
Thought I heard the G word there.
He likes to join in, which can be a pain.
When you say join in, what do you mean.
He likes to join in, in the mantra.
rules to play by
ring the bell then knock on wood
one good turn deserves another
take one thing replace it with another
stalking a box
circled with chaos
we only have eachother
take out your name replace it with a new age
in the center stage its all the rage
down right fist fight
no rules left
so give them a right
we say one thing
they said it right
we say tuesday
we said nothing the got it
nothing means something
multimedia
digital
resurrected digital
slider
pass it on
ressurected hero
play by the rules
one day i was meant to be permanent
an excuse to be an illusion
time ticking
pick up the string
tie a knott
hang on to the dream
inside the envelope of the fates to be
so many abstract things inside this box of everything
cursing objects
stalked because of what they represent
clues of the final end
the curtains and the sentence we never said
the thing we cant pretend
final destination
overated
smiling overcrowded
walll to wall overwhelmed
animals
sitting ducks
fancy and wild eyed
slow helll
and three days to try
try to give it up
and change pandora
close the box
make up another rule
replace aname
rinfg the bell
close the box
send it along
forewarned is forearmed
ressurect the blue slider
player on your other shoulder
the past of the red slider
gonna be on your team gonna get the box back
replace what i need to
wash my hands clean of it
lety that be my only prize
ressurrect the perfect message
the rules to play by
item by item
pointing to my hiding spot
will they ever find me
among the marbles and spoons
the missing children
and you replace the only thing
with what changes the slide
to where i was
you come to get me
so we run away to where they will be
but not for long
a window of opportunity
close the door
knock twice
turn the wheel
we got a tie
the loose ends
that slide
all this to replace my will
Loin cloth draped around his anorexic body the Buddha
Searched for the Middle Way between Nothing and All
Counted his blessings and figs as his thoughts focussed
In meditation for humility compassion and lasting peace
The tree of life’s branches lightened his shadows of doubt
Enticed the suffering of suffering to lead from above
Aristotle escaped from Plato’s cave into the sunshine
Golden Mean on his mind he foraged for balance of virtue
Moderated knowledge with feelings of exploring for wisdom
A tiny window of opportunity between secrecy and honesty
Reckless and cowardice tempting from both incomplete ends
Good humour and absurdity longing for tranquility’s resolution
Carl Gustav Jung took up the reigns drawn by polar opposites
Between living and death in archetypal subconscious conscience
Monumental conflict depicted as complements not contradictions
A seeming paradox of incongruent and existential proportions
Like the jester in Tarot’s antimony of beginning and infinite end
The persona became more than a mere mask or Janus faced challenge
The poet’s stream of consciousness meanwhile flows as ink in his pen
Scratches at the surface quite tense in his hand pointing the quill
Towards investigation and unexceptional essence of lost meaning
Guided by the inner Self and nemesis of turmoil and equilibrium
19th January 2020