Best In The Course Of Time Poems
In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances
and actions they may have taken to have me conceived.
I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions.
A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life.
And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life.
I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from
them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me ..in her womb.
When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still
dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life.
As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand
on my own.
In the course of time as naturally happens,
I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which
remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they
and he has come.
I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large
and fell.
I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world,
the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my
own. I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I
came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”. The robe
was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed
thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun, “ I ”. ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .”
Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not
from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”…..how
to “stand on my own”.
I have learned one must stand in degrees.
One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came.
I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.
Righteous World!!!
Indeed!!
The Righteous, who are proud as they know it!
Are the foulest of them all!
"The Few" seeks refuge under the veil of transgression.
The Righteous or 'The Rightful' as they call themselves bolts in from nowhere.
'The Rightful' are too proud,
They speak too loud,
For the achievements which 'they' think has made them proud.
"The Few" fall under their domain.
The Righteous in the course of time forget to teach what is necessary,
As forgetting is a hideous mistake.
And forgetting in the nick of time is more than a mistake.
Since, to err is to human,
But to err again is not rightful.
So, "The Few" eventually rides the wave of rebellion.
But, The Righteous appearing again,
Chides "The Few" of doing anything righteous.
Since, righteous according to them is not righteous as they think to be.
Chiding regularly according to them is the most righteous thing.
But they forget, that mistakes once heaped into a pile turns into filth.
But "The Few" knows what it is to be righteous.
As, obligation comes into play in shaping the so called Righteous people.
"The Few" gets crushed in order to become people of honour under the righteouses.
For, it is according to these righteouses, "The Few" become the downtroddens.
And it is for this very reason,
In this very season,
"The Few" becomes the rebellions.
Pinhead sized raindrops fall in numbers, attempting to imitate fog
Green needled giants with red bark stand at attention and point at the sky
The odd deciduous turns yellow as though in fear of the impending cold
They are dwarfed by valley walls which are sealed above by oppressive clouds
Mighty Columbia drops an ice cold tongue, coloured from the cleanest blue to the dirtiest grey, to lick the valley floor
It drools crystal clear water and spits moraine
POP!
The wood makes the same sound being split by fire or by axe
We face each other on a bench by the stove
We alternate sides attempting to maintain a balance between the side feeling the heat of the stove and the other being chilled by the mountain breeze
Our hot side like the heat of summer and our cold side like the chill of winter
The seasons change in us as they do outside
Each season returning to itself in the course of time
White streaks through dark night-sky-hair to slowly become the meteor shower that awaits us
Leaving a darkened space
Dumbfounded amazement at the scene
Feel the absorbing fabric of self and place
Brightness consumes, permeates
Mind becomes
Light is simultaneous thought, so ceasing
The eyes retire at the sight
Of seeing
Such motion and color
It moves clackety, yet undulating
Like slow motion fluid in a dream, a heartbeat pulses
Screaming, speed slows the mind
To turn in on itself
Liquid in space
On inner swirling orbits
Satellite beeping, beam spinning
Fine focus
Focus Absorbed into absorption
Passes through the hidden keyhole
Exiting into
Size-lessness
The unseen vision
Consumes itself
Into
The ever-expanded singularity
Which has never gone anyplace
Mystery and forgetting remembrance
Endless brilliant awakenings
Bring cascades of staggered youths
Hope and acceptance of awe
Brings those reliefs
Endless times can become apparent
In the course of time
Darkness prevails everywhere
When good is present somewhere.
It is true that good always wins,
But evil doesn’t lose too.
We ought to pay the evil.
Nothing comes out for free.
It is truly said from,
THE experiences.
Everything has pros and cons.
Its as same as the omnipotence of timeline,
Whose manipulation causes catastrophe.
Every person has that dark soul inside
Its the law of nature,
That everything should be half distributed to everyone.
If it is half light, then half dark too
It is we who should decide our path line
It is we who should be active
It is we who should be decisive.
There is a lot of darkness inside everyone,
Which eventually turns out to take a form of a dark secret
Which ruins one’s relationships everywhere.
So, stand up and act smart
And never panic in the course of time,
Because this way time tests your patience
And darkness handling skills.
Stay calm and just go with the flow
And never leave the hands of your parents.
When in the course of time
You saw you were blind
And your deaf ears heard,
“I love you!”
Then the dead flesh died
Though the demons tried
And your old friends said,
“Who are you?”
Striving to solve this mystery now
They search themselves
But no one knows
The question.
But the answer's clear.
The Word is near.
In the hearts of men,
Eternity.
Now in the course we're in
It's the test of time
And we're graded on our
Our answer.
Who is he?
(A song)
In the course of time it is only natural;
things react,
with air,
with moisture,
things darken.
(That's just the way things go.)
Time only heals what we leave in the past;
the things we take with us
darken our faces.
I used to be able to see myself in the bowls of the silver spoons,
(my smile widened and greatly exaggerated,)
then in the blades of the knives,
sharp enough to separate meat from bone
to cut things down to size
small enough to manage
small enough to nourish myself with,
but the air and the damp crept into them too,
somehow invaded their royal velvet.
I lay them to rest
six inches deep in a simple solution
of water, aluminum, and baking soda.
Crude.
But, who can afford real solutions?
We make do with salts, and foil, and water from the tap,
watching and waiting for time to turn back.
June 27, 2018
IT’S OVER
She did not like him at first sight;
He seemed to her a bit uptight,
Overdressed
The second date, though still not good,
His little faults she felt she could
Overlook.
So, on date three, what can I say?
She took him home and let him stay
Overnight
But she found, in the course of time,
The fellow was not worth a dime.
Overdrawn
She decided, now she knew him,
He was useless, so she threw him
Overboard
5th May 2020
Compounding Word Verse contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
"Eternity, Time, An Open Door" is a metaphorical phrase that suggests the concept of a gateway or passageway that leads from the finite realm of Time into the infinite expanse of Eternity, implying a potential for transcendence or access to something beyond our current understanding of Time and Life.
The Year 2000 Open a Door to another millennium; it is the door to Eternity that, in Christ, continues to Open Doors giving it its true direction and authentic meaning. It discloses to our mind and our heart a far broader perspective in which to consider the future. Time is often unappreciated. It seems to disappoint man with its precariousness, its rapid flow, which makes all things futile. But if Eternity has entered Time, then time itself must be recognized as rich in value. Its inexorable flow is not a journey towards nothingness but a journey to Eternity.
In Christ Time is raised to its highest level, receiving access to Eternity, this implies that the beginning of millennium was not just a merely the next step in the course of Time, but as a stage in humanity's journey towards its definitive Destiny.
One writer says; “The real danger is not the passing of Time, but using it badly, rejecting the Eternal Life offered by Christ. The desire for life and eternal happiness must be ceaselessly reawakened in the human heart. The celebration of the Jubilee (when the year 2000 begin) is meant precisely to increase this desire, helping believers and the people of Our Time to open their hearts to an unbounded Life.”
Then we can say that in Christ Human Time was filled with the Eternity, Time, An Open Door.
Does this make sense to you?
A random chapter is being written on history’s page
Of the greatest war being fought in this age
This unique war isn’t against anyone
This battle is for survival of every person
Humanity has waged this war to see another day
To win the unusual war at home every person decided to stay
Weapons used were soap and water
Time was the essence of this matter
Where so many lives were being lost
Humanity was indeed paying for survival a hefty cost
And as the war grew intense
People were growing more and more tensed
Baring all the hope on their ordinary shoulders
To turn the tide began fighting these brave mighty soldiers
Common man became super-hero wearing gloves and masks
They courageously accepted any challenge and meticulously performed every task
When the end-game is over, and the chapter would be closed
A huge debt to them, this new world would owe
Indeed greatest miracles occur at the time of despair
What succeeded was indeed rare
Where staying apart was a must
In ad-mist of this calamity people started respecting life and building trust
People started becoming more empathetic
A bit more kind, a little more sympathetic
And as the war became deadlier
For their heroes fighting on the front-line, people clapped and cheered
For some time at least, the world became a better place
As many nations came together to tackle this case
And as the economy tumbled down
Various helping hands emerged to stop it from crashing into the ground
Slow and steady we’ll win this race
With each person fighting these battles at their own pace
And as the wavering faith is being restored
We’ve realized importance of the little things we used ignore
When we’ll flip to the book’s next page
Freedom would be found by imagination in this cage
New hobbies would be adopted, and old talents would be reacquainted
The passions would also bloom, which in the course of time had been neglected
As and when we’ll emerge victorious in this war
May be we would witness an improved world, left with a scar…