Long Final countdown Poems
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5/17/21
Forbidden or allowed
It's always around
Sometimes clear, green or brown
It makes me frown
That I can't put it down
In it I continually drown
Mom telling me 'it'll be the death of you and put you in the ground"
Tick tock, tick tock, closer to the final countdown
I've been lost not found
Head in the gutter or up in the clouds
Not just thinking aloud
It does not make me proud
I don't care if it becomes the talk of the town
Or if others think it makes me a clown
And that they continue to wear some sort of crown
I'm just happy that I've become friends with so many hounds
How come you never had a real one, well you got one now
It's all talk
And just a lot of crock
Telling myself and others that I need to stop
But I can not
Daily in large amounts it's being bought
From a shop
Always got a personal supply that stays stocked
Meanwhile, it's consumed around the clock
Doesn't matter what you got
I'll take a shot
Then I combine that with pot
I was here one minute then I took off
It's no shock
People so quick to gawk
And squawk
The only time I write, is this truly me or just drunken thoughts?
No one sees it, but there is a continual battle being fought
Oh how nice
Everything comes with a price
That's life
This vice
I paid for it more than twice
And continued to roll the dice
Only temporarily it would suffice
For the days but not the nights
For now I'm feeling alright
Time to turn off the lights
When I wake up and reality sets in, it really bites
Twist the truth
in what I say
Tick ,tick it is a matter of time
Hiding the truth
With each movement tick ,tick
Getting closer
to the final countdown
Tick ,tick the pressure
It is building
Getting closer
to the truth tick, tick
Saved by the bell
I did not explode
Biting my tongue
words held at bay
You would not like
what I have to say
It would strip
you to the bare bone
Your ugly lies
When the ticking stops
Nasty words,
nasty deeds
Will have nasty
consequences
I hold my tongue
as its not me
Your coloured coded lies
they hurt deep
Hacking away at my brain
Your ugly words
releasing the pressure
The release of you
So that I do not explode
I never dropped
the bombshell
You did
All the time
I was sitting
on a time bomb
I sat and watched you
Explode into lies
Only now
I found the truth
As we sit in anticipation watching the clock countdown
Our minds racing filled with thoughts of renaissance
The talk turns slowly to the making of vows
And we think about sleep and the years reset
After everything that edified us as we celebrate
What will this year bring as we welcome the outset
Filled with optimism at the new years outset
The clocks count our blessings in their continued countdown
As we strive forward small victories we celebrate
As we enter the dawn of our renaissance
As all the negatives we purge and reset
And positivity our mantra that was the vow
In our minds eye we remember that vow
Staying strong and positive like at the outset
Remembering each day to pause and reset
As we tick off goals like the tick tock of a clocks countdown
Positive thoughts kickstart our personal renaissance
As we grow and allow others to grow we continue to celebrate
As we recognise our growth it gives cause to celebrate
Soon we tick off that almost insurmountable final vow
We allow no negativity to hinder our renaissance
As not only we survive but thrive from the outset
No longer do we hear the clocks ominous countdown
As we grow we need less that thought of reset
As we win we watch others still in need of a reset
But with each milestone etched is cause to celebrate
And now we are the ones in control of the countdown
As others see us and admire our vow
And we share its about being consistent, being steady from the outset
As we by our renewal are able to contribute to others renaissance
Be alert in guarding against relapse following renaissance
As the world will try to inevitable push you to reset
But they have not witnessed your strength since the outset
The world fails to grasp its each day you celebrate
And now you have no need of the vow
As you usher in the final countdown
I vow to live my life with every reason to celebrate
And I realise from the outset it was life that I reset
I feel revived and restored in my renaissance as I end the countdown
The Final Countdown
I watch Countdown when on tv it comes
for the chatter the conundrums and sums
Sad to see presenter Nick Hewer go
he has been a delight on every show.
Susie is magic with words she's so sound
second to none with her verbs and her nouns.
Rachel who's truly a tremendous whizz
to sum it up she's an arithmetic.
Brilliant with the guests, Nick brought out their best
with his good humour, kindness and respect
So off you go with a big cheerio
you have been loved much more than you could know.
Enjoy what you do, wherever you go
and do it with your usual gusto.
16th June 2022
You heal me with Your delight
You led me to the mightiest light
I took my last breath and bite
I took what’s mine and made it alright
I’m sorry you’re moon doesn’t shine bright
Like my sunshine all through the night
Tonight, I took my last bite
I’ll eventually make it to the light
The final countdown of plight
Was such an incredible sight
I took flight like a bird tonight
Not everything is black and white
I often dream of you time and time again
I’ve been a sunbeam in your eyes Your pupils are a flick of a black-inked pen
I have seen the truth behind the lies
as I took my last bite, my last bite
Into your apple of avarice delight
Steady rain swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold
before undertow willingly
steadily, and nimbly pulled this former
ace swimmer into watery fold
quelling, relinquishing, and taking
my hard won mettle of gold
earned early in primetime, now
at last...preemptive quiescent salvation
sluiced into unbarred
Davy Jones's locker hold
all me eager life possessions
long since donated and/or sold,
thus the final countdown
found yours truly submerged
for no rhyme, nor reason told
as I blissfully headed into the webbed
wide woebegone watery wold,
of course said dreamy forevermore
hoary idyll mere
reverie of this stevedore
"FAKE," & figuratively, hypothetically,
and imaginatively furthermore,
yaws true well lee washed away
in briny deep pull lore
ably tipped, gypped,
and drowned ma poor
body electric far from shore,
soaking wet tha top n bot hum
'o me soggy mossy noggin,
wharf fanta seas no longer
will eyes explore
waterlogged optima gills, this papa
wet tin his every pore,
this March 21st, 2019
(ewe could Hermes faintly
bleating after mighty roar)
of ocean riptide off back
offload mein kampf bon jure,
buffer dis future
papa gets tubby old,
and senile, who would
bean imposing chore,
asper deux marriageable
daughters tubby saddled,
reined in upon, and
bridled to endure
caretaking role asper,
this former stevedore
whose existence also spent
teaching many a bore from Bangalore!
Israel and Palestine duel, as Iran pulls the strings
Abiding under the rule of the Country with the wings
As Russia looks down Turkey is twisting in the wind
All seeking one crown or just the chance to rescind
As Trump stokes the fire, Maduro concedes to Putin
Netanyahu's situation now dire, separation so thin
And as China stands by harvesting lands procured
Isis continues to try yet no land has been secured
With Libya falling apart as the Sudan follows suit
Each actor and his part following the precise route
Just as the Bible had said as it all falls into place
Man would rather be dead than accept God's grace
Watch that eagle with wings, watch what he'll do
The deal that he brings a peace deal made for two
Then after three and a half years as the Bible said
Realizing their worst fears those of the living Dead
Ezekiel 38
Luke 21:28
When you see these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
Love means
A-Never having to say you’re sorry
B-Leaving the toilet seat up
C-Tug-a-war
D-Going on a safari
Hate means
A-Holding up a knuckle sandwich
B-The final countdown
C-Stealing someone’s lunch money
D-Having a murderous twitch
Lukewarm is not
A-Half-hearted
B-An ice cold bath
C-Tepid
D-Life uncharted
A kiss is
A-A prelude to making love
B-A peck
C-French
D-All of the above
Cupid is
A-A cube
B-A straight arrow
C-As cupid does
D-Test tube
In Paradise by the Dashboard Light, why is the guy singing,
“Praying for the end of time?”
A-it’s where a light shines
B-Forever happiness
C-So I can end my time with you
D-Where there’s more fruit on the vines
2/13/2023
Birds in midheaven flying all around
Soaring high then gliding down
Gazing with hunger upon the town
Instinctively knowing up from down
Observing unbridled spiritual breakdown
White horse and rider with august kingly crown,
Bright white, bloodstained flowing gown
To all birds an invitation did righteously resound
A great feast of kings and commanders showdown
A feast of strong and great after the takedown.
Birds in midheaven flying all around
Soaring high then gliding down
Pleasing the rider of supreme renown
Gazing with hunger upon each town
Great Evening Meal's final countdown
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!