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Premium Member A Thief Called Time

A THIEF CALLED TIME

“Time is the thief you cannot banish”
Phyllis McGinley writer 1905-1978

All that live upon this earth
dwell on borrowed time,
for the human race every
single day that passes by
is a payment off an unsecured
loan, that gifted at birth.
While time can be a wondrous friend
beware when of one’s greatest enemy,
waiting for it sometimes an age
when running out, be afraid.
Centuries ago, time became
a science a complex measure
yet never tamed, only caged
as it ticks and tocks away,
when it calls, one’s life becomes
a hired boat sailing
certain to run aground.
But time never ceases
unlike the human body
in need of a good night’s sleep,
as it steals away one third
of everyone’s life time.

 © Harry J Horsman 2020

Premium Member Sands of Time

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."

                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978




the sands flow steadily through the hour glass

can't be stopped~slowed

drifts grain by 

slow grain

drips

goes

until 

the chosen

end, emptied out

where the soul goes is up to your choosing

Written: November 10, 2020
Contest: Writing Challenge_ Quote Inspired
Sponsor: Constance La France

Premium Member All Things Will Pass

" Time is the thief you can not banish "
Phyllis McGinley, writer 1905-1978


In the silence found in a burning sunset, I count the years
which have passed filled with wondrous wonders
that endlessly reveal themselves
like trembling birds hidden in the gray ashes
of my mind's burnt fires from yesterdays

In the evening's calm, they begin to glide
with shaded wings, floating on a fleeting horizon
of tender memories above a mind's meadows
  filled with shadowed images
moving away leaving imprints of fallen grass
   which grow ever distant

Like a kite tethered to my passing years
they dance on memory's winds
   twisting and turning while pulling away
to become a distant star of light remembered
found in the darkness of spent wishes and dreams

It's where a mirror slowly spins between the shadows
covered in every tear that has fallen
    in search of life's laughter
now wrapped around the gray wrinkled skin of my flesh
woven into a coat worn by my soul

Alone, remembering yesterdays, I watch the sunset
before my darkness falls to bring silent eternal sleep
   I wonder
if every memory was real or imagined

Knowing everything dies I whisper the words
   " My God Life was Beautiful " 


11/7/20 contest Writing-Challenge...Quote Inspired
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Premium Member Time, My Thief

 "Time is the thief you cannot banish."

                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978


The end of my time will come in winter.
Or so I’ve been told.
      The wind blows and rattles
      the loose louvers of my windows.
Occasional thunder rumbles,
and rain floods my garden.

How quiet is the house today,
despite the crackles of burning wood.
     I remember the past which exists no more.
     The present is now solitude.
     All is deadly silence,
     a moment of peace.
 
So I sit alone and ponder.
Like a clock, life is ticking
towards my destiny.
     I know too well about life.
     It is not the here that is important,
     but the eternal after.

And I am prepared for the journey.
Let winter do its infinite worst. 
I fear it not.

10 November 2020

Placed 1

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Premium Member Our Time

 "Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                                  ~ Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978



When I was young and felt so alive with joy
knowing that blessings abounded all around me
I welcomed the moments, striving to know more
than merely a moment, but hours and months
soon I would know that years held most truths

One truth that sought me out from my thoughts
is the knowledge that time surely is like a thief
it takes from the heart and spirit all the hope
for second chances to relive the present day
knowing that what comes next will be old age

Time takes the present and makes it into the past
reminds us that we’re going to dash through seasons
without ever sewing all the seeds we may need to
never obtaining the harvest that we so desire to see
from hearts who have known us throughout our history

Awakening in maturity, ripe from all the pains we’ve seen
there is soon to be a living will and all other things that reveal
the sad and painful truth that we will only be on this earth
for a brief moment, hurrying through on our way to eternity
where we meet with the One who holds the key to our fate

Whispers of faith resonate through our spirits and teach us
to listen to the silence and breathe prayers into the heavens
where the miracle of life brought us to this place in time
painting mysterious hues of azure skies with iridescent light
compassion flowing from the One who gave us this time










Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired - Poetry Contest
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November 9, 2020

Premium Member Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing          	 Miniver Cheevy
and the fire-wood glowed knife-edge         			 Hart Crane
too burning and too quick to hold;           		         Sara Teasdale      
I saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge,        	                 Ezra Pound

like the vagrant ghost of winter           				 Hart Crane
and the smell of red clay after rain.            			 Langston Hughes
My face burned and tickled with cobwebs          		 Robert Frost
and my window looked upon the lane.             			 Phyllis McGinley

Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine                Edward Arlington Robinson
for Maggie and Millie and Mollie and May.           	         E. E. Cummings
Now the spoiler has come; does it care?            	         Robinson Jeffer
We saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray.             Robert Frost

I can hear them sing the tune without words,                     Emily Dickinson
and I can see them dance like a foggy song                       Stephen Vincent Benet
while I grow mad with gazing                                           Amy Lovell
only to light a passion, blazing strong.          		          May Sarton
 
It takes life to love life            				          Edgar Lee Masters
down to the Puritan marrow of my bones,         	          Elinor Wylie
in burnt out ends of smoky days          	                          T. S. Eliot
when blue plums lie open to boat-tail cones.           	           Elinor Wylie
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Premium Member - Ticking Away -

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                           Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978


                             Time always prepares for attacks,
                           when I believe I have plenty of time

                     trying to show me the dangers and the signs
                          challenging the thief, it takes my time
                                 all are caught up in the web 
                              more programmed than we like

                                   the fear of mirrors and 
                         one's own mirror image comes with age
                                          Toad fright
                                         a ticking clock
                          as a sledgehammer against concrete
                                      a profound feeling
 
                                  today's people love control
                               Mr. Time is a wise and old man
                                   he makes his own tracks,
                                        in its own rhythm

                                                ~~~


                                           12.11.2020
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Premium Member The Greatest Thief

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                         Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978


A most curious thing is time.
While you are enjoying it,
it’s up to its usual crime -
being the thief you can’t outwit!

     When it’s bad, it’s so very bad.
     A most curious thing is time,
     and when you are feeling most glad,
     it never will be more sublime.

Each day to the sky, sun will climb.
You’ll think to yourself – a new dawn!
A most curious thing is time.
In shadows, you’ll grieve that it’s gone.

     It’s robbing us now! This we know
     the more keenly as past our prime
     into the “golden” years we go.
     A most curious thing is time.

Nov. 10, 2020
For the  Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired - Poetry Contest
of Constance La France

Premium Member Thief In the Night

“Time is the thief you cannot banish.”

Phyllis McGinley,
Writer, 1905-1978

When I was a child I longed to be older
so I could be done with childish things
Why Time, did you move so slowly?
Then before I knew it, 
you stole my childhood from me.

I never realized I was fair of face
until the lines of time appeared
My once strong features erased
I fought valiantly to reverse your effects
but no creams could stop your insidious advance

You deceived me into wasting you
work was what I gave you to.
In the process you stole what was precious 
Now all I have is a “Cat in a Cradle” life
Even though I am aware of your cunning
I know I am unable to stop your advance

So I will receive from you what I can
stretch you out in the now of my days
I choose not to reside in my many regrets
I choose not to fear my to few tomorrows. 
Those you steal away I will fondly remember 
One day you will be arrested sad thief
and I will be gifted eternity
Yes my God will give a new you back to me.

For Constance La France Quote Contest

I almost ran out of time to enter your contest. ;0)

Premium Member Time Is a Thief

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
         Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978

Oh, thief of life- your robber name is Time;

you never blink or take a simple pause.

Through Spring and Summer, Fall, and Wintertime,

this endless movement has no glitches, flaws.
 
If only we could change your ticktock laws-

slow down warp speed to stretch our days and years;

extend each moment's joy before it veers.

The time from birth to death short-changes life;

take pity on your passengers' true fears.

Oh, thief of life- please let half-times run rife.


November 13, 2020


~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (Jun 1)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/01/2021

~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge- Quote Inspired
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 11/14/2020

10 Syllables Per Line 
Rhyme: a b a b b c c d c d

Premium Member Time Will Tell

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."

                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978


 it steals the seconds from the day 
 and turns months into years
 even centuries it will slay
 and leave behind our yesterdays

 time churns eons into eternity
 as it basks in the glow of the present
 it rules the kingdom of the past
 its future kingdom is just as vast

 it plays the role of both enemy and friend
 and it will take us to the end
 history carves out events in time
 with perspectives to lend

 on borrowed time we live this life
 knowing we will pay the loan in full
 but the months and years will not vanish
  "Time is the thief you cannot banish"

11-12-2020
 Writing Challenge Quote Inspired  Poetry Contest
 Sponsor: Constance La France
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Premium Member Testimony of Time

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978

as God’s gift to treasure along life you value
my essence is functionally worthwhile
granting meaning to every moment
substance midst hours’ impact
vitality for achievements daily
significance in annual reports
quality upon inventory pursuits…

bestowed to be your growth partner 
my nature has witnessed you since birth
while the Creator blesses your advancement
midst my watchful calendars, diaries, journals
goading your steps--- forwarding … ascending
commending your milestones with enthusiasm bliss     
prodding your spirit to keep on…

having seen you raced with me in beating deadlines
beholding you, praying to the Lord with faith for interventions
how I love to command my clocks and watches to stop
so as to accommodate your requests for “more time, please…”
yes, my heart favours your yearnings toward “perfect time”
believing that such is God’s will, the best for your triumph
never to hurt you; yes…. never…

now, that I’m convicted of a crime, which I’m not guilty of
…accordingly as a thief you can’t banish
to your discernment I appeal regarding these truisms:
culprit am I of aging for those who deny such reality
adversary to the slothful, indolent, as well as to the sluggard
accomplice to fatalists, and “que-sera, sera” fellows
friend to “Time is gold”-driven stewards maximizing my opportunities…

here am I, time*, confronting you; what have I stolen from you
yet, how about your misuse, and negligence to enjoy or optimize me?

*Ephesians 5:15-16 See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise; redeeming the time, because the days are evil.

November 13, 2020
5th place, "Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/14/2020.

Premium Member Time Passages

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."

                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978

Time Passages

I drift midst some pleasant sensation~~from a morning mist,
that promptly parches within glowing ribbons~~where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat~~as my ramblings proceed aimlessly,

Presently skims a peacock sky~~fans out its righteous hue,
variously, ducks stapled in a pond~~quacks influences life,
views by ark's parts a motion~~equal to my emotions,

Channeling alterations that affect~~evolved futures,
preceptions are produced clearer~~like a hallway complete of doors,
whenever one is opened~~ventures varied responses,

I noted from moment to moment~~evoked fused answers,
harmonious so far~~whilst I perpetuate forward in thoughts,
mindful about yesterday's storm~~all in all, time will tell.

2020 November 13
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired
~~Constance La France

Premium Member When Time Runs Out

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978



Devastating news, it can’t be denied
terminal cancer… time’s not on our side
you whisper to me, please be my bride

In hospice you accept strong pain relief
we know that our union will be brief
both all too aware  ‘time is a thief’

Staff organise for us to wed,
my dress isn’t white, its vivid red -
we exchange rings as you lay in bed

We wed in such sad circumstance
sip champagne, but there’s no first dance
nor honeymoon in Paris, France

I hold you close as you slip away ...
we were only married for half a day,
my broken heart is here to stay 


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11/12/20

Not Enough Time

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978

Transporting you all through each moment of every second
then whisking your thought’s through empty space
a thief of life and then welcoming death to all the living
while waiting for each second to appear and then, just disappearing

time just wasting away through man’s toy’s and creations
with thought’s of the future that we will never see, now wasted
for none can see the future only the present is just wasting away
running though life as if we will see tomorrow thinking,

I will just wait until tomorrow to say: I Love You
three words that may never be heard if you don’t say it, today

Contest: Writing Challenge-Quote Inspired
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Date Created: 11/11/2020
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