Short Take Stock Poems
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A funny reindeer sat on a rock
He sat on the rock to take stock
That if the rock was to split
He would have nowhere to sit
It came as quite a shock
I can captain the ship,
I can not command the ocean,
I can not control your words,
I can take stock of my emotion,
three business to mind,
one I own, one you own,
the other divine.
Another year's passed
In the blink of an eye
Time to take stock
Once more to ask
What, When and Why
What have I accomplished?
When will I do more?
Why have I delayed?
~ Wherefore?
Listen to poem:
take stock
your talents
your strengths
be true to yourself
stretch your wings
count only on yourself
for approval
dig deep
stand out
shine on
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on August 11, 2020
Writers block,
Time for a walk around the block.
Time to take stock,
Time to sell stock,
Time to rethink the plot,
While cleaning up the garden plot,
Time to empty the waste basket,
And fill a picnic basket.
it came blind, blind like the night
and legs wake it it blindness
to meet the real night.
by noon, the blindness our actions first
unknown...
and by night....
we take stock....
what a wonder....
the morning was not blind.
Form:
Time and months fly
Then I'm in the "By and By"
It's awesome, amazing
My emotion dazing.
Stop! Take stock
Watch the clock,
Each moment, each breath
Life or death.
Am I praying
The hand of evil staying
Making my life count
As blessings I mount?
If you are in love
Take stock of your actions.
Because words like dove
secure no affection.
Hold their hand
Kiss their face
Slide on a golden band
show they can't be replaced.
Love is for the warriors of doing
the disciples of yes
Take that chance, get going
Impress.
warm cup in hand i take stock
as the cool air caresses my face
the smells of dawn comingle
the lake ever so still with
sounds of nature waking up
there's nothing more precious
than this moment and
the sense of awe i feel
i am undeniably blessed
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The balloon has popped
Life's merry-go-round stopped
The 21st century's bubble burst
We got hit with the worst
Written perhaps in the stars
Else the scheme of a commissar
No one knows what's ahead
Already 800,000 dead
Now's the time to take stock
No turning back the clock
A vicar when teaching his flock
Would never pay heed to the clock
Until his lost sinners
Arrived with their dinners
Which finally made him take stock!
20.02.2022
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There's a time to run, a time to rest
A time to take stock, a time to reflect
A time to forgive, a time to forget
A time to beget, a time to reset
A time to surrender, a time to fold
A time to be brave, a time to be bold
A time to speak up, a time to be still
A Time Immemorial ~ to do His Will
If people die because of their beliefs
The world needs to take stock and grief
For life is such a precious thing
And to be cut down so is beyond imagining
Who wins when the bullets fly
Certainly no one as we ask why
For every bullet hitting its mark
Means we are far from God’s precious heart.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Oh dear
She's here
Way out
In doubt
Knock knock
Take stock
Good day
Aunt May
Come through
Please do
More tea?
(Brew three)
Drones on
Day's gone
Ears sore
(NO MORE!!!)
Can't stay?
(Hooray!)
Bye bye!
(Deep sigh!)
Rat tat
Who's that?
Good Lord!
Aunt Maude!!!
.........
12.09.21
On life's journeys do we stop to reflect
take stock of where we have been
Asking pointed questions helps us select
a path forward to avoid taint of sin
Where have we been? Where are we going?
To Whom will we report in the end?
In order to reap, we have to keep sowing
Lovingly, our gardens to tend
Midnight is such a lonely time,
Neither yesterday or tomorrow.
It could lift you or for all you know,
Make you laugh or bring you sorrow
Midnight is a step into the unknown,
It could be called The Twilight Zone,
Midnight, before it comes, take stock,
For on the morrow there may be a shock.
© Dave Timperley April 2016
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
The hands sweep round the clock.
Now I try to take stock.
It hits me in the face
as more my time does race
from here to other place.
From beginning to end.
This notion my mind bend
as loose ends do offend.
Future and past must meet,
equation to complete.
Ends then tied. All is neat.
I am a very lucky man
to be a tiny part
of God's grand plan
On the Sabbath I stay away
from society's business
for one whole day
Spend time with family and friends
Pray, study, commune
take stock of life's ends
Afterward, relaxed and refreshed
I resume life's daily test
primed to do my level-best
is it just the time of year
that we pause, take stock
think of new resolutions
and the old we did not keep
this New Year, I resolve
to look deep and measure
to look outside the box
to think, not in abstract
to feel, not more than there is
to dream less
and realize more
to not over analyze
to accept and not push
this New Year
Old and new, rich and poor, and
those of whom you're not quite sure
school and work, and some on the block
others of whom you oughta take stock
Fair-weather or true-blue
they've all supported you --
Yet as on your journey you wend
how many remain your friend...
As for me and my outlook on life
the one friend I can count on's my wife
I shift my jacket close as wind blows past,
perched upon this dull, gray massif of rock,
below the throaty call of raven’s squawk,
cannot stay long, in Fall the sun won’t last,
cold can make a man run out of gas,
but rolling vistas make a soul take stock,
ridge upon ridge, all view of cities blocked,
shut right out in my stark, high peaks holdfast.
Pride it is said goes before a fall
A fall may not be fatal
One good fall could be a blessing in disguise
For It could signal a new beginning
It could portend a second chance
It could also be a learning phase
When you skip and fall
As mortals sometimes do
Take stock of the pitfalls
Get right up on your feet
And be on the march again!
In times of
self-quarantine
people
are fearful of
COVID-19's spread
and take stock
of what
matters most
to them
in their lives
grandparents
mothers and fathers
guardians of their hearts
and
keepers of their souls.
(Yalto)
03/31/2020
What Matters Most To You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I wonder if I have lost my way
Got caught up in all the hype
Doing what I think I should do
Being a certain type!
I need to take a step back
Take stock and re-evaluate
Remember why I began this
In the first place!
Sometimes we lose our focus
Often forgetting the reason why
I need to go back to the very beginning
Recall the true motivation and once again apply!
Sirens scream
when winds blow
under a cover of black clouds.
A storm breaks the grasp
of a sultry day,
and you must take cover.
Drop everything,
and grab your children
and radio and flashlight,
no time to take stock of your life,
not now.
Move orderly
downstairs
seek cover
wait
out forces
unseen
as they
twist along
the plains
somewhere,
and cower
in shadows
of your
life.