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Happy Father’s Day
By Curtis Johnson
Good morning dad and happy father’s day. You have been gone for a very long time now; some 55 years to be exact. When you were still with us, as a child I did not get to know you very well. Perhaps our time together was very limited because there were lots of siblings, and you had lots of responsibility in caring and providing for all of us. Thank you for all your hard work by keeping us fed, clothed, and warm in winter. O dad, I’m so sorry that you did not live a long life. You never got to see me and your other children grow up to finish school and move on to marriage and careers of our own.
Nevertheless dad, I feel that you gave to us a very strong foundation relative to the work ethic and human relations. You lived long enough to teach us the basic lessons of right and wrong, and you stayed with mom until death, showing us the enduring value of family. And by the way, thanks for marrying such a wonderful lady to be our mother. She was only 35 when you passed away. She did a masterful job at such a young age in caring and providing for us. We all finished high school, no teen pregnancies, and none went to jail,
I must say concerning mother, there were times I felt you mistreated her, but she was strong and refused to allow you to go too far. Indeed, she was not a pushover. I suspect that this side of mother sometimes surprised you. That is to say that she both deserved and commanded respect from you. I am certain that you were the better for it, because she never allowed herself to be an enabler of bad behavior.
Finally dad, a few additional words of thanks. Thank you for the large and strong swing set that you had built for us. It was enjoyed by us and all the kids in the neighborhood at a time when we were forbidden the use of the public playground. Thank you for teaching me how to tie my shoes and for showing me the value of keeping them clean. I shall never forget the day on a sunny afternoon that you taught me how to drive your truck. It was the joy of my life. That day, it was just you and me returning from a trip through the countryside, selling fresh green peas from your garden.
cj06162013
i am not the sun, nor will my light bring existence.
all i've ever known of love is how to get lost in it.
i always go the distance, even if i go too far.
your face made me think of eternity
but baby, you didn't want me.
i think i went too far.
when will it be clear
that this isn't a dream?
the love was real. no matter what you say.
no matter what i say.
you thought maybe we lived the same lives
over and over again.
no changes, no improvements.
i felt my heart breaking a hundred years back
over and over again.
you thought i was boring
because i wanted us forever.
if you want to leave,
then it's probably for the better
because i never know
when you're gone for good
and i'd wait an eternity for the answer.
i know you like to linger
and be the bad news bringer
informing me, it's happening again.
just don't come back when there's no one new.
please don't come back when you're lonely
because my mind doesn't change about you,
and I'd get my own heart broken.
it's not about the pretty words anymore.
it's not about much at all.
so, i never say a thing
as the songs we used to sing
still linger on my tongue.
it's been far too long,
and i can't keep from missing you,
the one thing i was hopeful for.
he wouldn't tell me
but by the sounds of it
you haven't been an angel.
and i would never ask you
but i'm dying to know.
do you think i'm strong enough to love you
with a cavity for a heart?
or do you think i'm hardened to the core
and too much to endure?
i said i was quite evil...
now do you believe me?
when will it be clear
that this isn't a dream?
love me when i least deserve it.
i least deserve it now.
give me anything but an end,
i don't care how.
just make a home for me,
mine is getting shallow.
it wasn't up to me in the end,
i never wanted to say goodbye.
don't get so close to me
to leave me high and dry.
leaving love, you've made your bed.
it's time to lay down alone.
leaving love marks in my head
but i won't throw you a bone.
now, you're gone and it's so clear
i've been sleeping away my love.
"Wild and windblown, that's how you've grown.
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?" Lyric written by Nat King Cole
Moving on, never still,
You have a restless will.
Always searching for something more.
Never sure what’s in store.
Is there nothing more ?
Always on the move.
Are you looking to improve?
You just cant settle.
You’re perfect now, each soft petal.
Is there something more?
Its true you have a wanderlust.
Travelling around for you is a must.
Never sure where you will go.
I want you to know.
You bring splendor wherever you grow.
Your scent wafts with the breeze.
Who do you travel to please?
All the colors in a rainbow.
Always your beauty on show.
Do you want more?
Climbing yonder tree, even after its death.
Soft as a baby’s breath.
Sweeping across the ground.
A place to remain, have you found ?
Is there any more ?
You have stretched out as far as I can see.
Don’t go too far, come back to me.
Ramble on, strike a pose.
I will always love you, my rambling rose.
There’s no more.
My baby
is an up and coming young thing
My baby
got a lot of talent,
and boy can she really sing
My baby
got stage presence like nobody’s business
My baby
is gonna be a big, big star,
and have a lot of fans blowing her kisses
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a drop dead,
one big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go far
My baby and me
ain’t together no more
I sadly had to let her go,
told her to chase her dream
That’s what true love is,
that’s what it really mean
I couldn’t hold her back,
be onery selfish like that
I encouraged her to fly,
now look where she’s at
My baby
is turning into a big, big star
My baby
is quickly rising up the charts,
right straight to the moon
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna leave
this small town none too soon
I know my baby
is gonna meet somebody else
in her star-studded world
But they better treat her right,
‘cause she was first my girl
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go too far
People think I’m gonna be mad
at my baby, but they’re so wrong
My baby
said I was the first one to believe
And she’s gonna remember me,
sing about me in one of her hit songs
My baby told me
if there was anything I need,
to hit her up on the phone
My baby
is gonna go far, real far
My baby
is gonna be heard at Carnegie Hall,
and every honky tonk bar
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a drop dead,
one big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go far
I’m gonna be seeing the same ole faces
My baby
is gonna be seen in so many different places
I’m gonna be in this here same ole town
My baby
is gonna be jet set globetrotting all around
My baby
is gonna be a big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go too far
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
I'm not perfect. I'm only human.
When I have a bad day, I get moody and
Sometimes, I take it out on you.
But I do the best I can do.
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
I write too much, but I can't stop.
I refuse to pretend to be someone I'm not.
When I'm home alone, my favorite thing to do
Is turn up my radio, sing in my brush, and dance around the room.
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
I have a million different dreams.
I want to be a million things.
I need ten more lifetimes
To accomplish what I have in mind.
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
I sing too much and dance in the car.
My friends are my world and we usually go too far,
But we're just silly little kids who love to have fun.
We won't let your dark clouds cover our sun.
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
I wish I could change the problems I see,
But I'm just one person. I'm only me.
I'm still going to work and I will try,
But I need you to help me kiss these problems goodbye.
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
I'm the biggest dork you will ever meet.
I laugh too much and love to sleep.
I have my own style and I hate my hair.
If you don't like me, that's ok. I really don't care.
I'm just a silly little girl
Dreaming of a better world.
I smile when I hear a song I like.
I laugh when I watch a girl fight.
Clueless
She hangs up the phone.
Turns to her friend with a smile.
She says "I just love him so much.
I haven't felt this way in a while.
Better still, he loves me too.
This is just too good to be true."
Oh, but honey, what you don't know would have saved you
this heartache a while ago.
You're not the only one hiding in his bed.
You're not the only one hanging out in his head.
You're not the only one he lied to with the myriad things he said.
You fell behind.
You never got ahead.
It's a sad story instead,
He looks at her with that fire in his eyes.
She's clueless that she was the source of his lies.
Ready or not. soon to be the one who forgot.
Colder than ice then scorching hot.
Oh honey, what you don't know would have hurt you worse
a while ago.
You're not the only one hiding in his bed.
You're not the only one hanging out in his head.
You're not the only one he lied to with the myriad things he said.
You fell behind.
You never got ahead.
It's a sad story instead.
Well what did you expect?
Something wonderful?
Something perfect?
It doesn't work that way here.
Nothing is ever clear.
Nothing is ever as it claims to be.
That's the prize of mortality.
Don't go too far
Don't get too close.
You're not the only one hiding in his bed.
You're not the only one hanging out in his head.
You're not the only one he lied to with the myriad things he said.
You fell behind.
You never got ahead.
It's a sad story instead,
It's a sad story.
Two unsuspecting women in all their disposing glory.
You'll be the only one hiding away in his bed.
You'll be wishing you hadn't believed a word he said.
You'll be tormented with the truth that you're not the only one
hanging out in his head.
You'll long to get ahead.
You'll be every woman's sad story instead.
It truly is a sad story.
Yet, you're the only unsuspecting woman in all her disposing glory.
A few days ago,
I had you in my arms
We were in your Honda car...
We didn't go too far...too far...
We used to make each other laugh
Until one of us falls down and coughs
I'm afraid I lost you long ago...
Losing touch of you reduces me to woe
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the waves of the sea
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
Just stay with me for a minute or two
I miss you all the way - this is true
We were two peas in a pod - now, that is true
I got to face the music
I know our time was epic
But, I need to forget about you
Forgive me with no trace of rue
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the waves of the sea
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
All this time,
I've grown accostumed to you
Succumbing to the fact that I'd be nothing without you
You are priceless, for you mean so much to me
You are pure happiness, so will you set me free?
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the waves of the sea
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the wicked wind, you'll flee
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go...
Hi, my name is Ollyver, and here’s my doggie view:
You could call me simply “Boo” and I’d still come to you!
I’m fluffy white, the mini version of an Eskimo.
My human lady makes me go out back and then yells, “GO!”
Sometimes she says more than that. She adds the small word, “pee.”
“Ollyver, go pee,” she cries. “Just pee. Go pee for me!”
Often times I’ll run about or try to dig a hole.
Apparently my digging in the yard is not her goal!
She calls me back and if I do not come, she chases me.
Her voice bears a question and again, that dang word PEE.
Inside the house, I sit near her - unless I hear strange noise,
and often at the window, I’ll look out and see some boys.
I start to yap. I HAVE to yap! I yap, yap, yap, yap, YAP.
And when they leave, I run with glee back to my lady’s lap.
I love to feel her scratch my ears and smooth my pretty fur.
If someone comes too near the house, I’ll yap, protecting her.
She doesn’t often give me yummy food right off her plate,
but sometimes she might give me some, so anxiously I wait.
I make my eyes get big and sad and whimper like a child.
I can’t go too far overboard or else she will get riled!
If food remains upon her plate, she scrapes it in my bowl.
That’s even better than when I go out and dig a hole!
There’s one thing I can’t figure out. She saw me tinkle once
nearby a wall, then yelled about me pulling stupid stunts.
She and her man get crazy when I do that, so I try
to only tinkle in the house when it is on the sly!
She takes me out to that back yard quite an awful lot.
Sometimes I’ll tinkle and I always poo poo like I ought.
More kids outside the window! Must I always have to beg
for them to leave? I yap, and near the wall I lift my leg.
Written June 24, 2012
For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" Poetry Contest
The cat, they say, sat on the mat,
while Johnny climbed a tree,
when reading books when I was young
that’s what was meant to be.
Now Johnny, cats, and even mats
no longer can we see
and, god forbid, the youngsters now
would never climb a tree!
As life moves on and standards change
is everything quite right,
as evolution takes a hand
do we even need to write?
I know, it seems, at school nowadays,
they don’t appear to care
if spellings wrong or writing’s scrawl
or even if kids swear.
Reading, ‘riting ‘rythmatic
foundations one might say,
no longer are the building blocks
of what is learned today.
With three Rs not important
what is it that’s now taught,
taking care of number 1
and all else counts for nought?
Independence, human rights,
as they apply to ‘me’,
if you don’t get your every need
then scream ‘diversity’.
The very things that matter most
have now turned on their head
and values of our bygone age
are very nearly dead.
How could we treat our kids this way,
it’s us who made the rules,
and thinking that we really cared
removed some vital tools.
For discipline’s essential
if we're going to win life's fight
and learning needs attention
if we’re going to get things right.
We cannot blame the children
if we do not show the way,
at times a nudge is needed
when they go too far astray.
So bring the bloody cane back
and the strap, and many ‘lines’
and teach the little buggers
and ignore their constant whines.
I am sure that starting caring
in this way that we will find
that although it seems like cruelty
it’s the best way to be kind!
Number 1 is primary,
that’s the way it is today
but with ‘proper’ education
could three 'R's return to stay?
Ivor G Davies
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.