Talking to thin air time ticked by,
Waiting on despair, time ticked by.
Suffering the grief as my share---
A fate never rare, time ticked by.
She came or not, it matters little,
Be it fair, unfair, time ticked by.
I’d have spent time on the divine,
But musing on her, time ticked by.
Same ardour could have got me God,
In doubt if she care, time ticked by.
It might have looked like a prayer,
Staring blank in air, time ticked by.
Past teaches too little in love,
In mirage-like snare, time ticked by.
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Ghazal | 09.08.2026 | frustration, love, romance, time, waiting
Note: A bit melancholic, this ghazal captures the agony of waiting. It also touches on the conflict between divine and earthly love (known in Urdu as Ishq-e-Haqeeqi vs Ishq-e-Majazi. The refrain (Radif) used is: ‘time ticked by’, and the rhyming words (Qafia) are: (air, despair, share, rare, unfair, her, care, snare). The introductory first couplet (sher) is called matlaa. A ghazal often ends with a maktaa that includes the poet’s pen name (takhallus), but not my ghazals.
The President spoke to the nation
It was his speech on his job being no sensation
Words upon words leading to nowhere
They weren’t even fair at that
The President was given pre-empted air time
Boring the American people the whole time
Yearn into yearn
The nation had to endure
A President with no cure
On and on in his second term
Nation’s caution throughout
Still talking on and on and dragging on
Waste of America’s time
Whether the TV was on or off
The President spoke gestures of absolutely nothing
We The People had enough
ah yes...air time
passed through a couple of tight spots
recently with respect mental occupations
and due to that work load the light at the end
of the tunnel was temporarily switched off
but today everything will once more begin again
to make perfect sense as since i learn so much
from my mistakes i'm always thinking to make a few more
that's fate and you've gotta love it
stan sand
When I was a newborn,
I had no experience to reassure me
my first gasp for air
would not also be my last.
Between that first second inhaled reassurance,
and now,
I have operated under a romantic assumption,
More clean and nurturing air will follow.
Now, I have enough post-romantic experience
to deter me
from assuming this next gasp
for healthy air,
for more time to listen for compassion
still surfing in and out
EarthMother's warm bath of nurtured reassurance
will not also be my ego's last.
My dramatic eco-memory's first romantic breath
now also echoes my last timeless moment
Fully
ecstatically re-investing
away from ego's autonomous wall
of lifetime erected identity
into a webbed forest's nutritional re-memory
faithfully resurrected again
not autonomous,
unpropertied
unincorporated
unbreathing
more than me.
And I hope I will not be troubled
or even distracted,
by all those competing for air time breaths
assuming falsehoods of ZeroSum economies
in-between first and last.
Truth
Written: by Tom Wright
2/11/2018
Truth becomes diminished as innuendos persist,
Here-say repeating put many on some blacklist.
By spreading falsehoods, a reputation we’ll slay,
Blathering consumes hours of air time each day.
Frequency of repeating makes no narrative so,
And oft repeated stories forever appear to grow.
An innocently embellished whisper morphs to a lie,
We furnish an ear and can’t understand why.
Seventh Dimension
Presently present
The ground, the air, the heavens
Everywhere there's space
There is a value
And there's a volume and a
place that is found in
Presently present
The ground, the air, the heavens
Everywhere there's space
Seven dimension
Three groups that parallel are
The ground, the air, time...
3rd heaven God home
Heavens galaxies surrounds me
2nd heaven space
1st heaven below..
below the fluffy-white clouds
Seven dimension
Seven dimension
Seven dimension, mentions
Seven dimension
There is a value
And there's a volume and a
place that is found in
Seven dimension
12/28/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
In the entertainment field, I have a familiar face.
In movies and TV, I have been all over the place.
There are some memorable parts that I can call my own.
A doll named “Talky Tina” tripped me down the stairs in “The Twilight Zone”
I have been an actor for quite a few years back.
Most folks know me best as television’s “Kojak”.
Mr. David Gates has written a pretty song.
He and his group called “Bread” could do no wrong.
Their song went very high on Billboard’s charts.
The beautiful melody and lyrics won some hearts.
A lot of records have been sold by David Gates and Bread.
Perhaps the public would like to hear something else instead.
There’s another side of me most people don’t know.
I think it would be good to enter a recording studio.
I will do an oration with musicians and a chorus.
I have a feeling what I do will be fabulous.
If my recording gets some air time on the radio,
I believe my rendition will have far to go.
I got to perform my version on another television show.
My record will be going places; I know.
Somehow I lost me
Transition to less of me and more of you
No moments my own
Feeling like I am drowning
Lacking oxygen it’s ****ing stifling
I don’t want to lose you
But do I lose me instead
This is not me
I need space, air, time just to be
You use to get that
Once you understood me
Now it’s more about possessing me
Like your property
If you could change the world
What would the first thing be
Maybe close down all the zoos
To set the animals free
Maybe get yourself some air time
To tell all people to take a stand
For the rulers of our countries
Have gotten to far out of hand
Maybe tell all of the people
You now have your own lives to live
Though if you want to live them happily
Learn,and use the word forgive
Maybe stop all of the madness
That new technology brings
People used to live without it
And they did just fine without those things
Maybe stop all of the wars
And get everybody watching everyones back
Then we will no longer need to use the words
Steal,kill,murder,war,execution,or attack
Dan Kearley:10-13-12
They hang around aimlessly like
Demons roving in the air to publish rumor.
Facts they know not,
Myths they buy into; mysteriously forcing there way into issues that have nothing to do with them.
From door-to-door they visit either to bring in news or take out news:
News build with diabolical lies with the so intent of bringing down a high earn reputation.
They move with hypocritical faces, looking for where to buy air time.
Yet their intensions are far from their expressions.
For me the stage is set
I know them by their faces-
They are cunning, with sly deceptive tongues.
But I have one weapon to use on them:
Abolished them! They are detractors.
do you speak out
no doudt
radio is your rout
let the people know
your know know show
here's way it at
to do that get a sign
and some
AIR TIME
wait...
these are the times
when the outside is lined with pseudo sarcastical rhymes
sending grinding vibes of binding crime into non criminal minds
with winding cliff sides with clean records that die
when men move forward they never ask why
slide up vertical and cross the horizontal divide
pride, these men will always hide...
with their scraped knees
they only march under sick trees,
slipping deeper through the ugly canopies
they leave their minds to wander
this the sum of their good deeds?
un-stitched seams open the mind to reality--
only two days can change a man's mentality
neutrality sets in and begins the stage of awkward gestures
pestering the thoughts and molesting all the guess work
God calls out!
“attention all petitions, lower your fists, and please unclench them
your time's not up and I will not forgo your pension”
man cries up toward the ceiling believing god and prays for healing
feeling so mundane when man's sanity pleas for strain
blame the man and make a mane of dirty hairs
send paradoxical signal flares
vacuum out all holy air time stops and now he's there
no..
fall out only hurts when man runs circles round dirty squares
I have been around the world
Deepest, darkest corners of the globe
Down south, up north
Up high in the air time countless
Through routes criss-a-cross
Many times on sea sails
I have seen the world greatest cities
Lived in the thickets of the sahara
Several nights in the African jungle
Mingled with red Indians in Guatemalan forests
Been in and out of oval office
The white house the Americans pride
I’ve felt the might of the Kremlin
In the Duma of the Aryan race
Gone under below the earth
In Australia, the lone continent
Gazed boldly at crown of Elizabeth
Like a Duke in Edinburgh palace
I’ve dined and wined at the so rock
In Abuja the power place of Africa
Been amused and excited beyond expression
I’ve let flow flood of tears
Felt pains and agonies deep to the marrow
All on the platter of books
And behold!, the wide world
Before my very eyes and mind
To wander and wonder.
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