Long Cut and run Poems
Long Cut and run Poems. Below are the most popular long Cut and run by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Cut and run poems by poem length and keyword.
I am the Council spokesman
sat here in my darkened room
I'm only dragged out in those times of
misery and gloom.
Whenever there's a foul-up or
a bitter pill to swallow
my very anonymity means
my words won't sound too hollow.
For concerts, openings, grand events
with VIP's to meet
plus free food and publicity
then you'll see the elite.
They'll embrace all of the kudos
parading for the world to see,
but when it all goes belly up, the
phone call is for me.
Excuses at the ready, say my piece
then cut and run
into my fall-out bunker, no,
it isn't that much fun.
Still when disaster strikes again
I'm here when duty calls
since those in power haven't the
sincerity or the courage.
Too many lines, cut many times: horse backthoat gasps
Dramatic mimes..looking good yet, actioning bad' no more
Are you the golden lad ' its well past chance, in such like
Saloons.' A sage might well weep; before your stage' that
Had to come. How could it not? You massage reality
Really; a lot.' Look.! keep the suits you can't (wear out)
Don raybans and hugo boss, and just light out.' There's
Often chance in choices made; there will be risks yet folks
Ain't got it made.' They look around as they sleep in cars
I note here; builders, whos skills are cried; Out for!
Really needed
In Canada for many a year.' The whole plan is now, so full of
Flaws; its time to exit 'this stage' but on the ( left ) for sure.'
are we cowards
hiding in the dark of night
or heroes awaiting daybreak?
sinners, mocked in guilt’s disguise,
saints, averting sinner’s eyes
borrowers and lenders of
the fleeting touch of heartless love,
bearers of a passioned torch
or pillars of a crumbled church.
do we define our fear
as enlightened self interest,
our bravery as self sacrifice,
if we were shadows of the sun
would we hold fast
or cut and run,
fear the sound of terror’s heart
beating in the lightless dark,
quell the pounding and declare
I am the light
Who sent me here.
John G. Lawless
12/24/2013
The city held its hand out to you and you felt like you’d become.
The flashing lights, drinking and dancing nights is where your adulthood had begun.
The wayward walk and drunken fights where no logic had ever won.
Pride or is it sorrow now fills your mind, to see what you’ve become.
The years fly by and your reflection starts to cry as you realise age has won.
You still feel young and ache for the careless, never ending fun of those nights you had in the sun.
Now creaks and pains try their hardest to remain as you try to remember lost loves in days now gone. You realise when your mind tries to rationalise how old you have become.
Where once stood so proud your youth and glory so strong and loud now looks back at you in mumbled confusion for why that strength and confidence cut and run.
Another uneventful sunrise, more incessant discontent
My thinker now runs and hides in the shadows before sunset
Left a bit dazed and confused, a poet lost in time
I’d better go find my muse, that has left me without my rhyme
I’ll do what I’ve always done, for my muse I will take a look
Maybe check out the local news and read some posts while on Facebook
I will scour the Soup for poems, then read a blog and its message sent
I will look at our list of contests and email some friends who let me vent
I will go to bed and slumber, seeking rest for my poetic soul
Maybe I’ll get some gold in my stocking, but I will settle for a chunk of coal
I’ll find my muse by morning, after my searching has been done
We may play hide and seek, but she’ll never cut and run
October 5, 2020
When there is no inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Can you find beauty,
in things not pleasant to the eyes?
Can you be nice,
to things you don't recognize?
Can you find sunshine,
on a rainy day?
Can you remain silent,
when you have things to say?
Can you fight,
when you're tired to the bone.
Can you call it quits?
leave well enough alone.
Can you be ok,
in the lonely moments?
Can you stay strong,
in the midst of disappointments?
Can you take,
it all in stride?
Can you in the face of chaos?
pocket your pride.
Can you wear a smile;
when you want to cry?
Can you be ok,
in the blink of an eye?
Can you believe,
in things you can't, see?
Can you hear,
the music if it's off key?
Can you really expect,
tomorrow to come?
Can you still feel pain?
when you're numb.
Can you get up,
and do what needs to be done,
Can you figure out,
when it's time to cut and run.
Can you still believe,
when you know there is no way out?
Can your opinion change,
when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt?
Can you be kind,
to someone you have taking a dislike to?
Can you help someone,
in worse shape than you?
CAN YOU??
TURBO1904 11/29/2021
A young man, barely twenty-one,
On the town in search of fun.
The wrong side of the railroad track
And somehow never made it back.
A pickup truck, a black guitar…
I thought that they would take me far.
But music with no solid plan
Meant nothing when I met Suzanne.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
Another seedy barroom stage.
Drinks and tips, our only wage.
But we had such sweet harmonies,
Ecstasies and agonies.
So, coast to coast, that highway song.
I thought we were where we belong.
But life moves like an old cliché
And Becky stole my heart away.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
Our dreams will always let us down…
We were camped just out of town.
Me and Becky on the street
I sang my songs, she tapped her feet.
The liquor store was dark that night.
Truly locked up good and tight.
Breaking in was kind of fun
But then we had to cut and run.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
The next week Becky said goodbye.
So I gave Annie Sue a try.
She stayed with me until the Spring
But couldn’t live without a ring.
A one man show once again.
Just me alone until the end.
A bottle of my favorite brew
I guess will somehow get me through.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
An old man now, so many years
Same old dreams, the same old fears.
Still on the wrong side of the track
Too late now, no going back…
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
What is your assignment? Why are you here?
Do you know your purpose and are you prepared?
Many of us are lost and in a state of confusion
We don't know our purpose and have come to no conclusions
We need to realize that it's our attitude and relationship with Christ
Which will determine our altitude and our aptitude in this life
To not concede during seasons of chaos and destruction
To believe that God has our back with a heavenly production
To comprehend that the Lord God answers to no one
As He is the Creator of everything under the sun
To fully understand that God makes the final choice
Amen, so be it He has the final voice
And it does not matter how complex or crazy is the task
Your assignment is to do whatever the Lord God asks
And you don't have the luxury to participate in the decision
For God's plans are designed with heavenly precision
He knows what you're capable of and what you can endure
And He will fully equip you to do your assignment and more
Just have the spirit of excellence when getting the task done
As it will separate you from those who always cut and run
For the beauty of excellence highlights the ugliness of complacency
And complacency is the trait that God had no desire to see
A God sized assignment requires that you do your best
And with a God shaped attitude you will ace the test
But first and foremost do a true self examination
To see if you're still able to handle the situation
To now think critically and take a second look around
To see if you're still operating with all cylinders on the ground
And if a God sized shift must be made
A new horizon in your life will be laid
And every aspect in you will be rearranged
So that you can bring about true change
Never forget that the depth of your God relationship in this life
Will be the foundation of how you worship Christ
Just don't get it twisted by misunderstanding your assignment and your role
You can't replace God for you ain't got that kind of power nor control
Just pray that the Lord God finds favor in you
And that His grace and mercy will come pouring through
A God sized assignment requires a God shaped attitude
Just be excellent when doing the task that for you God did choose
Our lives were of this moment…
the wave made sure of that
Winter nineteen sixty-nine
Waimea’s fury spat
Thirty feet and building
the giants all had come
Their lips four stories high above
too late to cut and run
The paddle out a nightmare
the ride a waiting terror
The drop in looming zero-sum
the wall the devils mirror
We made it down and set our fins
to climb the face again
Our ears were deaf, eyes frozen wide
once more to climb the mountain
On top we leaned and split the crest
last turn to surf the violence
The beach in sight, through foams delight
—death wading through the silence
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
‘Memories Of Waimea’
I now see the crossroads my time is at hand
I’ve met the devil and proudly taken my stand
With my Lord and my God my heart will stay true
No matter what happens I’ll stand here with you
Your loyalty and wisdom are beyond compare
You gave us your life and paid for our fare
You give love for all, and you go all in
You hold our hearts in your hands and forgive man’s sin
Forgive me my Lord for all that I’ve done
I have let you down and you’ve never cut and run
Please see my heart and know that it’s true
I’m down on my knees, I’m here just for you
Watch my brothers and sisters and their children as well
I pray they believe, and in your kingdom, they’ll dwell
Please help us God I humbly pray
Please help guide us through these darkened days
July 30, 2020
STRAND completely new (15) any theme any form
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand