I have walked the hallways
where minutes gnash like teeth,
each second a pebble pressed
into the jaw of memory.
The air tastes of iron--
memory’s rust,
old prayers swallowed
before they ever touched the light
Yet still - I carry my candle
into the jaw’s dark cavern,
its flame a soft rebellion
against the grindstone silence.
Soft laughter rests in the cracks,
like seeds grabbed
into the frozen earth,
waiting for the frost to release them,
for spring to rise
from winter’s quiet.
I move onward,
not a hostage,
but marrow unbroken,
a hymn rising
through bone and enamel,
singing until the jaw
yields to the light.
Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
Soft is the call of the night
She whispers to me in the rustle
of leaves ‘neath an ancient breeze
For time runs headlong into the chasm
~ lunging at moments already passed
silence swallows time, vaporising space
Self, which is heart does with God’s heart entwine
in no-thingness Self with Self does embrace
as living light, with God’s mind does align
It seems like yesterday.
When you were to be our first born
We waited for your birth
Two brand new grandmothers that morn.
You took your time, but then we knew.
You had arrived safely and sound
We each held you our precious girl.
Our smiles and joy they knew no bound.
You are our great delight.
We’ve watched you grow up through the years.
A woman you’ve become.
Our love shines brightly through our tears.
With tears of happiness
Congratulations we both say!
Now Twenty-One, how can that be.
It seems like Yesterday.
The fear of indoctrination
The cost to be free
Suffering of a system
That keeps us ill
The attempts to keep us fighting
and never to see
How they stop us from moving
And try to keep us still
The shift in continuity
The change of the oppressed
Those with greed in there hearts
and the lack of value of life has crest
It dosen't matter
what side is in control
Oppression is oppression
And we must challenge it with what's in us that is best
There was a time
when my vision was raw
but my words
were riper still
There was a time
before there was pain
with the weather
never chill
There was a time
when the wind called my name
zephyrs
fresh and new
There was a time
with my feelings in song
in love with the moment
— and you
(Perelman Center: September, 2025)
Slow down enjoy the spread
take time find beauty where least expected
tune in ~ feel the harmony
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
We stand at our post
ready to move at a moment's notice
~ pawns and officials mere puppets
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
My heart is racked with so much pain
For one who garnered admiration and disdain
A man whose love for country did outpour
A man who loved his Savior more
His values went against the grain
He stood for all that’s moral and sane
His calling? To proclaim the truth
To ignorant and misguided youth
He taught God’s love and never hate
But his political incorrectness sealed his fate
A fiend of hate from the party of love
Was ready to kill when push came to shove
He was far too evil to agree to disagree
So he shot Kirk dead before his family.
From the party of love came nothing but cheers
Validation, threats, mockery, and jeers
Because tolerant is a wonderful thing to be
Lest it is a truth for which you disagree
But what can you expect these days in the West
Where only degenerates truly know best?
Where the only approved speech is shibboleth
And penalty for speaking the truth is death
Farbeit that Kirk will die for naught
There is still a holy war to be fought
No matter the cost, I will be brave
For the only place for the righteous is the grave.
Swindlers and charlatans
strut the world’s stage
Decent folk beat a hasty retreat
‘tis the era’s outrage
O, Happy Day!
Now just a minute here
A day is a Biblical construct of time
Attribute its ‘happiness’
~ to old-fashioned rhyme
I need to break out
live life with abandon to the max
~ refuse to waste a day
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
A sultry maiden moon watches
hours of leisurely reading illustrious literary works
dreams of fiction become possibilities
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Neither toy nor a plaything
time on a whim squandered at leisure
frittered for sake of burlesque
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Specific Types of Time Poems
Read wonderful time poetry on the following sub-topics:
change, christmas, death, harvest, passing, precious, rhyme, running out, war
and more.
Definition | What is Time in Poetry?
Poems Related to Time
point, generation, past, second, turn, space, life, season, moment, date, day, present, stage, term, age, pace, while, future, era, occasion, tide, go, duration, lifetime, stint