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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man," ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time, a poltergeist whisper slipping through the cracks Moments shimmer akin to Petunia petals aloft, a hypnotic dance — ephemeral yet priceless. Time waits for no one; haven't you felt its rush? Time waits for no one — It simply drifts away. With each tick, clocks transform into the fabric of history— you seize fleeting seconds as if they could stretch forever. Wilted Orchids echo forgotten dreams, pulled by unseen forces upon a canvas of memories. Each speck of time, a mason's chipped work. Harmonic motions dim in the palms of eternity; calming breezes frown upon autumn’s sunlit glow. No one halts time—it surges on! It speeds faster than a blink. Nostalgia weaves itself around crystal vessels, while moonflower garlands bloom amid hazy dreams. Tattletale smiles escape into hollow nights— a foggy embrace filled with haunting whispers and grins. Tulips muted bluish—gray etch their tale in time’s shore. Embrace winter’s trudge and find solace unvexed: surf through waves of magic knowing love beams bright. Galumph through life daring despite harsh fates: vagabond dreams vaudeville within flummoxed hearts; a rainbow palette spreads beneath a hammock sky. No matter what, it lies ahead. After passing, it's futile to cling on. Desolation puckers beneath the glistening dew decline, an abyss where bleeding wrists are fodder for worms. A sycophantic squire crafts kismet kernels stripped— flesh ripped by careless slips, losing grip on whispers; breaths juggle surly skies, sharp as bleak thorns. From cradle to grave, We've learned — that time is wealth we must cherish. Darkness veils endless roads, plummeting in twilight throes. tangled fears mimic Dionysus amphetamine highs— brimstone offers esoteric solace that straddles the magnetic edge. Whispers eviscerate as they swirl, amber kisses across fallen stars. Crocuses bloom in purple while goldfinch trill yellow celandine riddles. Employ your edge before it fades. Everyone longs for plenty of time. You can't carry time with you money cannot reclaim lost time.
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