Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
blood sweat and tears leave
no stone unturned move heaven
and earth pull your weight
go to great lengths make
a supreme effort bust a
gut and go all out
give it everything
you’ve got burning desire
step up to the plate
fire in the belly
spur on drive someone get the
ball rolling take pains
take the bull by the
horns jump on the bandwagon
and pull your socks up
eager beaver stay
the course give it your all throw
yourself into it
keep your eye on the
prize light a fire underneath and
pull out all the stops
roll up your sleeves bite
the bullet and pushing the
envelope spur on
Lamarck’s theory of evolution
What we learn we pass to our offspring
Scientists jumped on the bandwagon at first.
Due to his good looks and insistence.
An Opinion blindly thinks, but
Boldly speaks out loud
Judgment of...Perspective on...
Doesn't matter to the crowd
As quick as it leaves the lips, it's retold with words anew
Snowballs fast, has bigger plans
For Opinion's point of view
Big Ears-Big Mouths pass it on
Reporting it; "As the truth!"
A small fish becoming a whale of a tale...
Without a single shred of proof
Hearsay tweaks the tale a bit; "Needs more drama"
"I can tell"
(Not a lie, just embellishment...The better buzz will sell)
A Little Birdie told me, in my ear
Flap flap-flapping...Peep
Chattering; "Listen to this" to a;
"That's what I heard!" Sheep
Following the flock, Baaabbling on
Nosy Parker Yakkety-yaks
Gossip climbs on the bandwagon, poisoning truth with little-known facts
Together they spread the Rumor
Through the grapevine, fruit gets ripe
Gossips peck 'til there's nothing left
Of 'Opinions Grapevine' flight
But soon, another Opinion speaks up..
Through the maze, to the Grapevine News
Headline reads;
"Loose Lips Sinks Ship."
Aboard Gossip's Scuttlebutt Cruise!
Opportunity hobnobs with doors
That open when it knocks
Bypassing entrances
That dither watching clocks, counting spokes
Enabling opportunity to hobnob with eyes
Primed to spot the oncoming opportunity march
In dainty pies and blue skies
Swirling, welcoming the opportunity touch
Eager to proceed to new destinations
Where pates gear to jump on the bandwagon
To lubricate diplomatic relations
Clinched with the opportunity paragon
In conducive circumstances of space and time
Where hands grow eager to seize
Chances, glances and stances that climb
Alongside shambling opportunity hands that vie to please
When all factors remaining equal
Opportunity dives, drives and thrives
In settings that generate the sequel
In which opportunity arrives and derives
Ingredients in the environment
In terms of solvent, substrate and enzymes
To mingle ingredients into the optimal ferment
In the right climes, at the right times
To deliver the desired finished product
Designed to delight the end user
Within the supply chain duct
That metes negative reinforcement on an opportunity abuser, teaser or loser.
Look around.
Crowds everywhere,
But not a sound
Everyone has become so tech savvy
That ‘chat’ has replaced ‘talk’, you see.
The ‘not so smart’ fellow
Doesn’t respond to your ‘Hello’
Because he’s feverishly tapping on his ‘smart’ phone
Can’t you see, you moron.
Everyone is hooked on to it
It’s so bad, if you cannot fit
Into their scheme of things
Because with you,
There is no status update, no messaging.
In that case, don’t blame others
Actually you are at fault brother.
When social sites have replaced socializing,
You too jump on the bandwagon,
Instead of exclaiming,
“What’s ‘appening?
Under the light of a low watt lamp
I sense the chills of her touch
The aura of the moment that passes
Heartfelt passion springs much
Love seeps through each crevice
Loading a beauty like no other
The sensibility soon encompasses
Where she can’t get much hotter
Blending faith of her tenderness
The light has a romantic feel
Dim to affect the intimate setting
She brings an ultimate appeal
Without leaving a second to lose
I jump on the bandwagon of passion
Her touch sends me into loops
Of Love’s perfect aggression
Russell Sivey
ILLUSIONS
Written by: D. Collins 4/19/17
I sit back and hear experts speak of America’s might.
Yet, none have seen a foxhole in a serious fight.
They haven’t a problem in offering up our sons.
No one has ever survived in fighting multiple fronts.
If North Korea is bombed, what do you think China would do?
Jump on the bandwagon and come to our rescue?
They would seriously think that they are next.
There would be havoc reeked coming from the West.
Try bombing Syrian planes parked at a Russian base.
Would Putin get involved without a moment’s waste?
That intervention would actually come from the East.
Tag-Teaming America like Satan’s ordained beasts.
Let’s not forget the Allies that we have pissed off.
Will they come a calling because we ran our mouth?
I doubt it seriously, of which, I’m willing to bet.
‘Cause we’ll be in no position to write them a check.
J-ump on the bandwagon,
E-nter eagerly into a cause;
F-all not and falter never
F-rom winning at all cost.
R-amp-up to full speed,
E-levate your determination;
Y-our effort has increased, intensifying your action.
Z-oom by on your lane,
E-arnestly reach for the line;
N-ot far behind is the crown,
A-llowing your eyes to find.
R-emain focused to think
O-f the jewel at the horizon;
S-eptember sixteenth shines,
A-s you jump on the bandwagon.
God is the way to go, that is all to know
If you don't believe me, just watch my show
People all try to do just one thing
Worship him ,which is good, let the Angel's sing
Living in a cruel world is al- right
Just make sure the devil doesn't get in your sight
I wanna know, where is everybody going
On a rowboat that everyone be rowing
Don't ever jump on the bandwagon
Drugs, alcohol and that junk will leave you saggin
Life in this world is an everyday gunshot
If you don't move , then you gonna be blood clot
All we need is Jesus, the Son of God hero
The blood ,the wine ,in a wooden round barrel
The body ,the bread, just like some whipped butter
Now the devil can't speak ,he's starting to stutter
Amen kid ,look what God just did
If you want to live the best way is him
For tonight,all I don't need is this fright
So comfort me, and lead me to the light
(9/5/12)
What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.
Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you’ve never been before
And opens up every door.
Poetry becomes a longing , a want , a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.
Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it’s my obsession
Yet ! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.
So many different types of poetry
For the different minds “you see”.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that’s bleeding.
Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry “ life unfolds”.
© L. RAMS
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