Best High Time Poems
Hydra-headed monster, corruption
The master of our nation
In our face and all facets
Our progress' pace, it dictates.
Now it's normal, by christening
Made formal by rebranding
Existing laws are bypassed
News ones? Not needed!
Clerics, step up your say
Teachers, justify your meagre pay
At home, young minds must be disabused
This game, it's high time it ceased!
I want to have a mutual love with words
a civil union bound by the light of hope
I want people to think of me not by name
but as the girl with the ink covered soul
Thoughts of me should be equivalent to thoughts
of thundered storms and raging, heartfelt winds,
the twilight of childhood and the smell of wet pavement-
a palette of colors no lips nor eyes have tasted;
they should be the curve of a smile and roll of a tear
The art of capturing the stars is done not by net
nor with telescope
but with a pencil clutched in little fingers
holding on for the moon
the smell of grey should be coursing through my blood
hair woven with letters and
smile fractured by things yet spoken
and my humanity shall be decided by the degree
of how my heart has stretched
My eyes will be bleeding stories
to keep the promises
to catch the phrases before they whisper away,
as they so often do
and my life should be colored
not by the things I've said
but by the words only my mind has heard,
the wandering thoughts that linger throughout
I mean to say I'm deeply in love
with a power greater than pen
that causes my heart to tremble
as my fingers tap
it causes the waves to rush
the leaves to sing
the wind to carry us away
and I'm deeply in love
with this wondrous thing
only a broken tree can hear
and only an ocean's abundance
could dry out my love
because I'm so devoted
to this beautiful thing
that I'd let it break my walls
and bend my bones
to share a cup of ink
Rod Humphries was raging
As Keir Starmer came staging
You covid conniver!
Such lies lit this pyre'
Neath the sign of the Raven
He inferred of Keir coward craven'
Undeterred by a minder
He barred the sidewinder
Now more are wiser
We await a decider'
©Joe Maverick 22-4-2021
It came. It went. Apparently. I slept.
Just South the waters rose. One’s carried through.
Slight breeze. Dead branch clings on. Handshake stays put.
But tears…they fall. Yesterday’s news, a loss.
Yet gratitude must dry one’s face. Face it.
Head on, we fold our hands, and scrape our knees.
Let’s please the Lord above, as He renews.
In hands of Christ, we’re lost or NOT. He saves.
The friendship tree still hangs for all to see.
It’s scarred by weighty nails, and crimson stained.
It came. It went. Before we’re born, he bore
our sins. Christ carried on to death, and rose
again. Our gain. Dayspring on high, beckons.
Children, he calls. You choose. High Time. Don’t lose.
O It's high time for all to get aboard God's very own ark of safety y
No unlike my family used to tease each other during a prolonged
heavy rainstorm, "It's time to resurrect Noah, and have him build
all of us an ark!" Of course we knew that Noah and his family
are quite safely inhabiting Jesus Christ's heavenly kingdom of
paradise!
What than is the ark of safety this very day?
None other than our Lord and our Savior,
Jesus Christ, the author and the source
of all of ours everlasting life! More specially
let me clarify it for all of you--
the ark of safety is the rapture of all of the
church aged saints and the price of
admission--is our very own personal
relationship with Jesus Christ!
He's coming for His bride but returning with
His wife--after the marriage supper of
the Lamb of God has been completed;
during the final seventh year since the
bride of Christ first mysteriously;
disappeared during the rapture!
You may call it 'the great escape and/or
the great catching away." It doesn't
really matter how you may say it--
just don't be left behind--you will be
very sorry if you do--there is only a
small opened window during the
tribulation when you can still be
saved from death, hell and the
grave!
Especially since the price
10/22/23
I'm the sleeping child in the ribcage of civilization
Forgot that I need to wake up for absolute time
It's time, yes, it's high time to write poem
It's time to write a letter of poem on yellow envelop
It's time to write poem on the fallen leaves by new born dews
It's time to write poem to know you and to make know you that-
I'm a poet of catastrophic world!
It's time to write poem on the broken wall of the world fate-
Where everyone warns each other about the manhole
But after fall in the manhole none comes to rescue;
Where everyone warns each other about covid-19
But after contaminated by it everyone leaves alone;
Where all leaders confer and conscious about global warming
But after completion of the conference forget all manifestations
It's time to write poem on the tombstone of the departed hope-
Where the expected great life is written in humanitarian white paper
But human life akin to puppet, for the atomic power exhibition by war;
Where everyone is called for the prodigious unity on hidden graveyard
But unity becomes the bargaining products in the market of superpower;
Where every child takes birth to touch the ultra-developed science
But at the end inhumanity makes them the modern child of violence
Oh it's time to write poem to know me and to know all that-
I'm a poet of catastrophic world!
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/10/2022
It is high time we gave credit
To those men who are not violent to women and other men.
To those men who turn away from hate and self pity.
To those men who have died trying to protect women.
To those men who turn their lives around.
It is high time that we gave credit
To those women who work with problem men.
To those women who put the welfare of children above their own welfare.
To those women who teach their children, that there are still good men.
It is high time we stopped ignoring the part drugs and alcohol
Play in escalating violent behaviour,
For both men and women.
It is high time we held to account
Those men and women who are taking advantage,
Of others when they are at their lowest point.
It is high time we looked at where money,
That is supposed to be used to address these issues,
Is ending up.