Short Practice Makes Perfect Poems
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Overconfident
practice makes perfect we guessed
tango contest thrill
we moved and were dressed to kill
ending dance in tangled spill
9-1-17
I was startled by what I had seen,
neighbors’ kids on my porch looking mean.
I said, “Boys, you scared me!”
They responded with glee:
“Good! We’re practicing for Halloween.”
Practice makes perfect
Progress makes knaves
Cacti makes pear juice
Congress makes slaves
Panic makes errors
Pressure makes waves
Comfort makes cohorts
Cancer makes graves
A stitch in time saves nine, lest, out of step lose pep, 'ere gains back mislaid track; cruise control, lose neutral.
practice makes perfect
as perfect is relative
subject is practice
Silence never talks
Mental strength helps always in
Practice makes perfect
Note: Silence here means Nirvikar
They Say practice makes perfect,
But I'm only practicing Emptiness
They say it's because of heartbreak
But really I haven't had the privilege,
The only reason for my heartache
Is I haven't played life's cribbage
what is betrayal
belied expectation
rooted in attachment
which signals delusion
now that we know
are we free from grief
or are we yet in bondage
let’s not be harsh on ourself
it’s alright to repeat life lessons
for we know practice makes perfect
05-May-2023
Walk on a tight rope
never look down
safety net security
reckless responsibility.
Never watching steps,
swaying side to side,
dropping to the floor,
Picked up, ready for more.
Practice makes perfect
practice as you preform
Practice without fear,
performance of the year.
Until the circumstances
Change.
Not a Ladder step up
Typewriting keyboard set up
Hands on the keys
Typing letter after letter
Accuracy that matters
Speed will come
Practice makes perfect
Afterwhile, you will become a typing dynamo
You will be your own quick moving typing gizmo
Pace yourself
Be calm and patient
Don’t let anxiety get to you
In due time
Typist will be in you.
my biggest mistake
you must agree
is thinking I was able
to write poetry
i try very hard
really do my best
when it comes to the crunch
I fail the test
couplets I like to write
trying not to make it sound too trite
haiku oh my
this really does try my brain...
like rain in summer
I will keep writing prose
practice makes perfect, I suppose
penned. 7 July 2016
Pick up your groceries while you are still ahead of schedule. Some people can not stand up tall. I do not know why. Live, Life like there is no tomorrow, but i am building my house to live in for tomorrow. Practice makes Perfect and the Game is tomorrow and I do not get off work until tomorrow morning. Answers are what the uneducated seek. Remember to chase your tail, you have to look.
Practice makes perfect, is what Mom said.
Regular preparation renders perfection well.
Altruism and faith remembers the Lord.
Corrects the soul and perfects the saints.
Tomorrows arrive steadfastly swiftly.
Imperfections infect spiritual aspirations.
Consideration and repentance corrects errant days.
Expect exaltation while choosing life’s way.
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johsnsen
. for public domain
So few of us created
exhale Love with every breath,
from the time when we are born,
to the moment we face death.
Offer Love when you're able.
Give, when you can, your best.
God fills in the empty spaces,
and takes care of all the rest.
Practice makes perfect.
Practice Love often and at your best.
Leave this gift of life fulfilled.
Return to your Creator blessed.
Thanks to you all for letting me blow off steam
I understand what you all mean
It’s good however to get if off my chest
And let the demons have a rest
I have no talent nor a sonnet
but please don't give me the bullet
Not yet anyway as I am still trying
I hope you are not all crying
Practice makes perfect so they say
Perfect I am not yet nor for many days
No talent me, but I try
I hope I don't make you cry
DAMO
Practice makes perfect, is an old adage
but it’s up to us to choose skills to hone,
which satisfies desires that in heart rage
and if resolve be steadfast, we will own
the magical flow, as rapture full blown.
Let us then oh wise one, choose God-connect,
pulse of love detect, let it grown unchecked,
recognising He dwells within each form,
correcting consciousness till soul’s perfect,
as formless presence tranquil in life’s storm.