Punctually Poems | Examples

On-Time Delivery

      a punch in the nose

     what punctation deserves

        ~ punctually yours

Delayed Action Spoils One's Mission

Be not late which may lead to defeat
Be in time to meet the arising occasion
At the right time if you take your seat
You will be admired in your profession
All your duties, if you punctually complete
You will get congratulation and promotion
That one who is always in life damn late
Will get only loss arranged by the fate
I bet that such losses open Hell's gate
Prepare with true care well in advance
Take all the needed steps one by one
Soon respond and miss not a chance
Only speedy actions have finally won
Your talent, punctuality will enhance
Be dutiful and helpful like the holy Sun.

Hesitation In Vain

on the way home,
i change the new map
to the longest scenic route
though my Sweets is waiting for me,
i cannot find myself to punctually return
i stop at a newly built rest area because my hypertension is expressing
the mess i made will not go away like my atrial flutter
it just sits in wait like the many times before
my Sweets snaps me out of my fantasy world with a text
always the realist half, she gets on me a bit and asks if i am close to home now
i reply by telling her a multicolored lie about my bladder and a harsh deluge
she replies with an 'unhappy' emoji,
so i start the car, cut on the air, and continue my unfortunate trek back to reality
rental cars and women, tsk tsk, forever the realists
i make it back on time by the skin of my teeth
my Sweets runs to me with open arms and a smile
in my ear she whispers 'i was preparing to kill you'
i reply by whispering in her ear with a sigh of pure contentment 'i know'

A Comforting Thought

A comforting thought
      He's so normal (Sigh)

    He wakes up early
      Starts his day punctually

    Eats and drinks reasonably
      Chews his food thoroughly

    Calls his parents daily
      Texts his siblings regularly

    Speaks to folks politely
      'Specially the children and me

    Whatever did I do
      to deserve a man so true

    A comforting thought ~
      Perhaps I'm normal too

Unshaved Beards

Puzzled eyes they keep feeding,
A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding
A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid
By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss
And now his jaw he has of them rid,
Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@

Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure,
A vegetative chin, far from a treasure.
Man should 'farewell' bid to a losing practice
Like war wisely liquidated with Armistice.
A habitual afforestation of one's jaw
Is a transgression of some Uncomplaining Law

I Turned My Back

I Turned My Back

A spirit casually approached, shat its parched load,  
producing a small cloth it worked its hands furiously, 
fashioning of clay and soot something to assuage a
deep yearning in its soul, something that looked,
as it looked to itself. 

I turned my back to the left, my sight took in these images,
touched to my core this phenomenon pierced hot like a steel blade,
searing a scaring wound punctually within, permanently set.   
I let out a scream, which carried back into the canyons and the recesses where smoke resides apart from fire, where water breaks into its separate molecules. 

A world-like landscape emerges from a thinning air, dusty and rough in texture, sprouting forth smallish shrooms in iridescent hues, resembling footprints in snow they shimmer and vibrate. 
The spirit and itself have moved in and around this landscape before,
leaving their footprints, their mark. 

The immediacy of my experience continues to pierce impressionably,
I am now a marked man, my goal; adapt consciously.

Night Time

All the day I wait for the night, 
Before the night, I look for games and neon light,
Calling up my friends for this wonderful time, 
Done punctually with my homework before this time, 
Especial tent is made for enjoying the night, 
From far away, this night tent looks like castle, 
Grapes, apple, and papaya aren't allowed for this time, 
Hamburger, cold drink and french fries are welcomed for this night, 
I am the only one who doesn't sleep at night, 
Just because I want to enjoy when everyone see dreams,
Knowledge of moon during its time,
Lonely, I might be studying its movement during its night,
Making noises may disturb the ones who enjoy their dreams, 
Not only the people may be disturbed, 
Our sleeping satellite might also get disturbed at its time, 
Party at night time is full of joy, 
Queen of night is none other than me, 
Resting, sleeping and enjoying party like me, 
Starts and ends only at night time!

Chickadee

Precariously perched outside my window pane
Each morning giddy playfulness he loves to feign

A black-capped chickadee punctually greets me
From atop a fragrant branch of my lilac tree

Whistles praising the glory of the rising sun
He calls me to come out for play let's have some fun

Won't stop his song till both my feet are out of bed
Face it there'll be plenty time to sleep when I'm dead



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on March 4, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

and February 10, 2019 for contest SONGBIRDS sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN

Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously

Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,

paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic

picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,

praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,

privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.

Honk

Principle's of space,

prosperity in grace,

property for punctually pontificating the pronunciation of the alien race-

A laughter so adorned it's grate!

Slaughter of the new age-
...and your daughter-
40 years from reaching the 4th grade,

what a wild cahoot all because of the heart of spades-
...because this is just my face,

this is astonishment and be-gorgeous courageousness!

This is fauna and flakes and forgiveness,

one done for another two trips to the store for your mother,

why ride when you can collide with anybody who's under?

Are we, really from the Sea?

Because we are adapted to this lanky sort of breed-
the land and the forest and the deserts unite inside,
like reckless looting,

drowning down like a likeness that can flurry with thunder-
as the news breaks the stalling core,

the new found movement can now count, and recount a time that I didn't groove?

Estuary

Tidal flats reveal their light grey heads
They replacing green-grey sea in dots and dashes on the horizon,
They toy cheekily with the extracted tide, enjoying their dry sun bathing
An island of ginger sand, void of seabirds, spoils the sea-mud horizon
The tide stands poised, ready for its return journey 
Precursory quibbles, sent to shore, make birds at float bob
An easily missed, brief localised splash tells of a tern diving
Orphaned seaweed florets appear to move while submerged in the shallow water
Boats confused and beached on the mud, leaning towards their angle of choice
Paddlers explore the shoreline and water up to the ankle
Crystal white flickers from the water as the sun is reflected from the rippling sea
The tide returns stealthily and punctually, floating stranded boats and refreshing the sunburnt mud

Destiny

He lived fifty two years
abiding by the rules of health strictly.

His brother Kesmat Ali lived eighty years
smoking punctually.

Grieving Over Leaving

I was ever thinking of you
So my guts I could renew

We were mentally intimate
Both were under love-climate

Your memory was significant
Sending in life positive current

Your liking was implied
When for love I applied

But, it was not a final reply
Openly you did not supply

We both were damn young
By both love song was sung

From me when you departed
By memories I was comforted

Gradually time punctually vanished
Remembrance never diminished

Your true love and affection healed
To God also I prayerfully appealed

When deep dejection I owned
Your absence I greatly atoned

If you were very, very near
You would have stopped tear

Everything is now too late
We got separated by fate.

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I Will

I Will
 
I will eat my food slowly,

breathe soft through my nose,

I will go to bed early

and be quick on my toes.

 
I will learn to be gentle,

I will be very kind,

I will attend school punctually,

with a clear and tidy mind.

 
I will help look after Earth 

and be one of those who cares,

I will help the poor and needy

and stick to all my prayers.

 
I will settle down to work

and hold up my head

and be an early riser,

who never stays in bed.


I will never be lazy

and laze about in my chair,

I will not be at all rude,

or act at all rare.

 
I will always love my family

and others around me

and hope they understand,

the way that I see.


This is one of the first poems I ever wrote as part of my English homework. Aged 12 years.

More Than a Crush

Nightly I see your face as you seduce my dreams
Swimming around nude in a crystal clear stream
In a secluded cavern with a waterfall entry
There is no other dream I'd choose, unconsciously
This my dear is heavenly

Endowing my mind with your epic beauty
Right now I'm in your temple
To me you are sacred
Sending waves of enticement
At which our love is truly manifested

Surrounded by trees high above the crust
At the base of mother natures grandest creation
We make love
Your entwined in my arms
I cannot let go

Kissing your lips reminds me of sugar cane
Used to make my life sweet
Not a substitute, the real deal
Finally passion I can feel

Your heart sings out and I respond punctually
Approaching, I caress your back
Moving to your shoulders 
loosening the straps
Your dress hits the ground
On your back now, a sight so profound

Awaking every morning with the same feeling
Your scent is in my memory
I can feel your warmth from a distance
Fooling me beyond confusion
This crush I have will become a true love story
But for now I will sit back, 
Be patient, and watch until the right moment


Jared Pickett....:JP]

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