Overs Poems - Poems about Overs

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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underhand overs - it's all over down under weeping cricketers © Gail Foster 31st March 2018...

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I wonder if one human life comes with opportunities to go home again. TimeLine Do-Overs. I wish I could have taught my kids, and my neighbors' kids, and your kids, that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity as the Gaia Hypothesis is to EarthJustice and Peace, to Bodhisattva Warriors, to secular humanist ecologist atheists, to Taoists, to Buddhists, to the Original Tribes of holonic-organic animists, nature-spirit nondual co-arising...

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Public policies are program designs with regenerative health and safety vetted practices, rooted in evidence of positive outcomes and usually supported by some form of systematic theory about why they appear to do more good than harm, and at what cost compared to alternative strategies. Producing executive orders that are primarily reactions against existing public policies without evidence that these reversals of...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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pbj toast the brown edges always left...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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