Time

Time is not lineal – in fact,
often stops and starts with
the pendulum of the heart

races ahead when joy

suffering can latch on and
drag with all the sympathy
of a rabid pit-bull – or divorce
lawyer

don’t know that I want to imagine
eternity – thinking it best I leave
that burden to God....
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All Refrains Are Not Poetry

We refrain from thinking of Time
as a limited commodity; but for
mortals, it may very well be.  We tan
away on beaches, the Crap Tables
of Vegas – arguing with our loved
ones – tick, tick, tick.  Overworking
can be negative. “Take time to be Holy” --
We imagine a blessed eternity to 
compensate for questionable predilections. 
Wasting of Time.  Wasting of Time. 
Tall steeples and stained glass pictorials
are spiritually transcending.  Let’s hope,
if there is a heaven, that heaven is 
yet indulgent of vintage intoxications.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Maverick Avatar
June 17, 2026 at 11:33 PM
Love faith hope and charity Joe Dimino All blessings..'
DiMino Avatar
June 18, 2026 at 4:14 AM
For sure; thank you, Joe. In summation, the best we can do. Blessings my friend.
Wolf Avatar
June 16, 2026 at 8:16 PM
I'm with you there on 'eternity,' my friend. Even the thought of it overwhelms me utterly. ~ Gershon
DiMino Avatar
June 17, 2026 at 7:12 AM
Thank you, Gershon; a lot must leave to faith. Just beyond human comprehension.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 4:50 PM
masterfully done, Joe. The last stanza was thought provoking in a spiritual way. Hope you are well, blessings, Sara
DiMino Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 7:59 PM
Thank you, Sara; to the best of my ability, I try to always give a little bit different point of view -- along with my own I hope I have stirred some other minds to speculate.
Empress Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 2:46 PM
I love the word forever, but sometimes I wish somethings dont last forever, but somehow somethings do live within the arms of memories forever, I think forever was a word created while intoxicated! Or maybe, its a beautiful sweet dream that sounds beautiful when whispered from The lips of hope and faith, Pleasure reading your profound and honest poem. Sending you light always
DiMino Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 8:02 PM
Thank you, Empress; as I often say, just my point of view. When pressed, I never profess knowing anything. Just speculation. Blessings my friend.
Winter Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 7:58 AM
Humans don't have forever but still we created this word "Forever". Brilliant poem! Best, Anne
DiMino Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 8:35 AM
Made my day, Anne; thank you.
George Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 5:19 AM
We can't conceive of eternity . It is beyond the reach of man' s brain. So let us not rake our thoughts on such extra terrestrial truths or notions.. Leave such mysteries to God. Well said.
DiMino Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 8:38 AM
Imagine having the weight of eternity as once's responsibility. Knowing that all the joy in heaven I created, and the pain and suffering in hell...I created those souls also.... Satisfied being, just Joe. Blessings my friend. Thank you for thoughtfully reading.
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