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Where Did All The Time Go?

Where did all the time go?
It feels like yesterday
When we ran through the sunflower fields
And it feels like tomorrow
When we lose all the feelings of youth

Where did all the time go?
Just last night we raised our glasses to the skies
And drank to new beginnings
In hopes of starting anew and change
But tomorrow knocked on our doors
And

Where did all the time go?

In the hush of twilight, whispers soft and low,
"Where'd all the time go?" a lament we know.
Echoes of laughter, fading in the mist,
Nostalgia's gentle touch, a sweet reminisce.

Footprints in the sands of moments passed,
A journey of life, too fleeting, too vast.
Faces in photographs, frozen in a smile,
Time's embrace, a bittersweet trial.

Through the corridors of memory,

Tea Time All The Time

I come from a long line of tea drinkers
just plain orange pekoe tea
we went through many tea pots
have you ever seen tea cozies
they were meant to keep the pot warm
my mom was very particular about the spout
she said it had to be exactly the right shape
to avoid dripping when pouring
we had tea, morning, midmorning, lunch,
afternoon,

Getting Darker All the Time On This Ride

It's getting darker

All the time

I sit alone

It's getting darker

With every poem

I try and include

Another a one single person more

You know the score 

No need for or telling you

How stupid and disrespectful of me

Thinking or believing

It's only just poor little me

Who knows

It's getting darker all the time

As you yourself aren't blind either

It's just none of can

All the Time

I lived in a fantasy world 
with dreams of  real love or a fake one
however, in my real world
neither of them ever went on a tangent
to my heart

All the Time In the World

Time
Swift unceasing
Moves strides sprightly
I wish time gratified me 
Rhythm

God Is Good All the Time

Author Dana Redricks
October 28, 2022

God is good all the time. Never will He fail me. Even in the valley, and on the mountain top. He's always with us and He want fail. God is good all the time. He's been with me through the best of times, and the difficult times. Even when I felt

All the Time

Such hideous tyranny,
My eyes, betraying my essence-
Two lone tears gather and fall
down the sides of my face.
Voice cracking, Jazz notes.
My skin, so full of secrets
Buried, crowbar wrenching it open
Desolation, in spite of myself
So, so, stupid
so, so, alive
so unbelievably, unimaginably, unfeasibly,
existing.
All the time.

Dying To Win All the Time

Eyeing every trophy is a sin,
Always craving it a prickly pin;
A critic right to raise a din:
“A propensity fit for our Dust Bin!”

For those who often seek to win
Force our hands to support either chin
And our skin pricks with a pin …

An obsession I won’t excuse my kin,
As doing so quite a kin
To eating from

I Wear Black All the Time

I'm one of those guys that you see dressed in black all the time.
I'm not depressed or gothic or anything of that kind.
I just happen to be color blind.
My attempt at color coordination,
would evolve into a very comical situation.
Black is safe and so a black wardrobe is mine,
but many judge me suspicious and give me

All the Time There Is

The frost has sunshine within it,
light shimmy’s, and the earth is lime Jell-O
Time to stand in line,
to wait upon the lark and finch
until songs arrive.

Be always in the middle of a poem;
find yourself lastly at the beginning
with no real title
just the odor of burnt paper.

This world is a time machine;
a main-spring rewinds itself,
on and on

Nice All the Time

Make everything alright, 
Every day, every night.

Good All the Time

The Lord is good all the time,
He allows the sun to climb
Right after the stormy clime.

All the Time

God is good, God is great. 
He puts breakfast, lunch, and dinner upon my plate.
   He gives light to my eyes, so they may reflect upon the beauty of the world he did create. 
   He electrifies my heart, while filling my lungs with the air of his grace.
  

Twenty-One All the Time

One of my many foibles is greed.
I have placed myself in a bad situation indeed.
If I only hadn't sat at this blackjack table today.
My depleted bankroll won't permit me to stay.
I am flummoxed by the way the dealer pulls twenty-one.
That's it.  I am over and done.

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