Life Grants No Do Overs
By: Miracle Man
7/12/2023
I’ve heard “Life is quick so make it count,”
so that near it’s finish there’s no regrets.
Though your importance isn’t paramount,
to some you’re the sun that rises and sets.
We should endeavor each day to do our best,
and from hurting others, we must refrain.
For our earthly clock is merely God’s test,
there’s a Hell to shun and Heaven to gain.
Remember, all will sin and come up short,
seek forgiveness for things that are daunting.
Don’t be found guilty in judgment’s court,
*weighed in the balance and found wanting.
*Daniel 5:27 KJV
TEKEL; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
Mouths agape, we watch
In shock,denial and accept
Take overs, political and business
Royalty wants and gets control
As you are shut in, to shut up
The new abnormal rules
To those who know, shhhh
To those who don't, watch the numbers
Business unusual in the neighborhood
A group of people
Sit at the table
They order their drinks
Then order their meas
They chat awhile
Then order their meals
Some enjoy -others do
not
Waitress ask them
If finished the meals
Some say yes -others
do not
One couple piles the food
Then they ask the person
next to them
If they want their food
Their left overs goes
into anther box
The theme continues
Until nothing is left on
the plates
Now the boxes one by
one now filled
These boxes filled
for one couple
People watching found it
awful
To take food from other plates
Its embarrassing to people
at the table
In a nice restaurant
t is not done-yet it was
My destiny is divinely designed
The lies of the devil cannot change it
Challenges are transit points
That connect me to my destiny
As I ride through life’s stop-overs
I refuse to be stuck at transit points by challenges
And miss my gateway to God’s promises
The tougher the challenges the greater the greatness
Challenges redouble the anointing
They bring me closer to God
Cause I am helplessly in need of His Grace
In the desperate highways to His rest
Help me Lord to control my feelings
For I need to be an effective instrument
To win souls to your Kingdom
For the last days are here
underhand overs -
it's all over down under
weeping cricketers
© Gail Foster 31st March 2018
25 nov 2016 9:00 AM
Left overs
Dinner was enjoyed and friends have gone home.
And now we sit here together alone.
Digesting the food and remembering the laughter
Forgetting about clean up until the day after
A time of feasting and family fun
slowing the pace from lifes frantic run
When its all over and you stop to rest
Thinking of how well you are blessed
Do not fret that the holiday is through
For like left overs from dinner there are
left over memories to look forward to
Written By: D. Collins 2/2/16
Peculiar things happen trying to live out life.
It has no mercy. You only get one strike.
Make no excuses and have no regrets.
There are no do-overs or second chance.
Life is deliberate. It has a start and an end.
An Alpha and Omega and the places you’ve been.
You only get one shot. You should hit the bulls eye.
No man’s ever run a game on the “Game of Life.”
When opportunity knocks greet it with a smile.
The next time it comes around, may be quite awhile.
Go to those places you always wanted to see.
Leave a footprint right before you leave.
You’ll never set foot in that print, again.
There are no do-overs or a second chance.
Know you rode the crest before the end.
LIVE! Before you die. Just go all in.
No Overs, Baby
Day is done and coming night so very, very long
gone is my youth when I was so massively strong
Seasons no longer hold those sweet, epic thrills
treks into the forests and walks in the blue hills
No longer joy in the conquests of wild, wild life
no fun sitting on the blade of a razor sharp knife
Retreat, regret, remorse none turn that magic key
can never stop the pain for the very life of me
If life were music sad would be the maddening song
no pardon for the misdeeds so very harsh and wrong!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-14- 2014
pbj toast
the brown edges
always left
She doesn't want warmed over poems,
Just as Grandpa and his pie.
Much like my darling grandma did
I'll try hard to comply.
Conceived, revolved, molded with love
Poems and pies are much alike.
I did well in her other one today.
How often can luck strike?
So here it is dear Constance,
All set and ready to bake.
It may not be a masterpiece,
But I've not the time to take.
This poem has had no time to rise,
Nor to bubble and mature.
Four out of ten already in,
I must post it now for sure.
For Poems Have Wings contest took 5th place
ANYONE WANT LEFT-OVERS?
THE TURKEY IS GRAY.
THE CHICKEN GOT UP AND WALKED AWAY.
MY ORANGE JUICE TOLD ME IT WAS TIME TO GET RID OF HIM.
IN MY FRIDGE IT’ LIKE A BIG POLLUTED SEA.
THE PEAS ARE BLACK NOW AND FROWNING AT ME.
THOSE SANDWICHES ARE COVERED IN MOLD.
MY POTATOES ARE UP WALKING AROUND.
THE GREEN BEANS ARE FORMED TOGETHER LIKE A BUNCH OF SOLDIERS.
ALL THIS FOOD DOING THEIR OWN THING AND MOVING AROUND…
ANYONE WANT LEFT-OVERS?
another day...
i have walked
one
day at a time
now it is
another hour
i hear mommas'
old clock chime
i look at me and say
'WHO is that?'
the image is silent
and just looks back
here is the deal....
i want start overs
can't i HAVE THAT?
again the image
just stares back
the answer is clear
even i can see that
start overs
are fresh sold out
and my image just
stares back
Unforgiving rocky crag
juts
into empty space
hanging
on a whisper of frozen
exhale
Puffy whiffs rise
oh
so
gently
lazy
Icy death on misslip
slippery ledge
free
fall
forgiveness
tumble me silent
after all ...
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