Long Knock on wood Poems
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(my lyrics for a country song, but with no music yet.)
Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.
Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Don't waste time,
On holding grudges.
Always make sure to add,
the finishing touches.
Say you're sorry,
When you should.
If you make a bleep,
Knock on wood.
Let go of things,
You can't change.
Stay clear from things,
That are pre-arranged.
Forgive,
If at all possible.
Think before you react,
Be responsible.
Your darkest hour,
Can be the brightest light.
Never give up,
Without a fight.
A new beginning,
Comes from a painful ending.
Try to complete the task at hand,
Try not to leave things pending.
All the painful lessons,
It makes you strong.
Helps you out,
keeps you plugging along.
Betrayal can make you,
More intelligent.
Only put effort into,
Things that are relevant.
Be quirky,
Attract the unattracted.
Stay on track,
Don't get distracted.
In the face of adversity,
Don't hit below the belt.
When you leave,
Let your absence be felt.
Some days go slow,
Others you make progress.
Believe in yourself,
Trust In the Process….
Turbo1904
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A twine of hope is worth more then a thousand strings of doubt
an open door more precious then , "the knock on wood" design
A lucky rabbit foot, a four leaf clover, just trinkets to amuse,
but a prayer on the lips can ease the soul & give a heart restore
One act of kindness is more real then the fakery and flattery of sly
and one good deed more valuable then a sedentary talk of good
Often love is grasped with fiery hands of lust and eyes of blind,
when all it needs is an ounce of grace, and time to grow;
Too late we learn the meaning of success and I for one confess
a yarn of truth is worth far more then tomorrows idle promise
honesty is a gleaning cup so who needs a fluted glass of bluff
when one straight talk is valued at the price of gold and myrrh
A twine of hope can be wrapped around your finger as reminder
and its better then a thousand "told you so " from a proud achiever
humble thyself when it comes to helping others never be deskbound
sharing poetry with you like this, is the greatest treasure I found …
Friday the Thirteenth
By Franklin Price
12/13/2019
Today's another Friday
The thirteenth is its date
Some say that its unlucky
Should take care at any rate
Don't walk under any ladders
Don't let black cats cross your way
If you find a penny, pick it up,
When traveling today
Don't break any mirrors
It's bad luck for seven years
Carry 'round a rabbit's foot
To help allay your fears
The Devil's sign is 666
Bad luck some people say
If you see it, knock on wood
And all will be okay
Cross your fingers, make a wish
Good luck will follow you
If you think, before you act
You'll have good fortune too
FYI
If you want to plan ahead
And superstition is your tune
When a month begins on Sunday,
Friday the thirteenth, coming soon.
If you're counting down to Christmas,
From today it's number one,
I wish you happy holidays
May all your days be fun
Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.
Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Chill confines a diary of absence
as September keyholes a papered wall.
A smirk tears a face--escapee silence
--styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL.
A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ...
tangled weaves justify the performance.
Pebble leather worships darkly, blacks-out
a ghosted pundit building blocks, mischance.
Cold fashions the well, tilt pour sands reserves.
Alas, pitched secrets facades of falsehood,
its prisoner scopes round a war of words,
sheathed arrogance knells myPhone, knock on wood.
Crinkled gone days lay ... flattery goes on.
Scrawled lines drown, looming voice curts; "My Dear John".
Blowing out candles on a birthday cake
or watching a shooting star fall to Earth,
we make a wish, hoping it'll come true.
We are unwilling to dismiss magic:
for fantasy's part of reality,
stretching the limits of what Hope can do.
A wish is an improbable desire;
that's secret, personal, and unspoken,
or it may be as cliché as world peace.
The enchantment behind making a wish
is that we might magically obtain
something, or at least, our odds will increase.
A wish makes that likelihood possible,
if only in our imagination;
for it can imbue Hope where there was none.
A wish lets you enter the world of dreams
where magic and superstition exist,
and things like "knock on wood" are said and done.
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 knock on wood,
You entered my office ...
I was showing a young couple some diamonds -
Oval Brilliants and Emerald Cuts, I recall quite clearly,
"Message for you" ... you winked, and tucked a note into my hand.
While they fawned over the 3/4ct F-VS1 in the pin spots,
I unfolded the paper and read - 'I'm pregnant!'
Oh, I never felt as warm and full and joyous ...
How we celebrated and prepared ... for her, our sweetie!
One of life's happiest moments, indeed.
Why do you suppose I thought of that amazing instant,
That incredibly exuberant occasion ...
At the same time I threw my ring at your feet?!?
Ever worthless ... ever meaningless,
Gold turned to ragged rust,
Joys, now made barren ...
Love, now but war.
Approached by a witch on Halloween one should, look her straight in the eye and knock on wood.Quote - Poet’s own
It's Halloween night, beware of the knock
Safeguard yourselves and have your doors on lock
There's witches on prowl, who cast a dire spell
Avoid those spells for they never do well.
Night sky is riddled with witches on brooms
With scary cats sat on the back they zoom
Surrounded by bats waiting to attack
Anyone out there, for a tasty snack.
Do not be tempted to sup a witch’s brew
There’s no telling the damage it could do
For they boil innards of rats and lizards
Be cautious as most witches are wizards.
Close your windows for ghosts are on the scene
If they sneak in you are likely to scream
Watch out for ghouls, they are demons and pests
And they don’t listen to angry protests.
It may be trick or treaters knock your door
Or devilish scamps who have no candour
Put treats outside, no tricks they’re a have not
Hark this advice before you get a knock.