Best Pace Poems
Tik Tok Lost Its Pace
When you turned, I got a glimpse of your face,
And then time stopped for me, though you moved ahead...
When I resumed from there of that moment,
It's the playful thoughts only retained and it was so pleasant.....
Now that I'm recalling that moment,
giving words to those scene and events,
The chime of wind which then sing, When you turned back to me,
It Touched your face, blew your curly hairs, then revealed the pleasing face....
And then tik tik lost its pace.... Wou ou aa aa a...
I don't know why, you starred at me,
You spoke aloud or just smiled at me,
I don't understand you left no clues,
Or you blanked me out, no I was fused,
Now that I'm bringing back, to elicit yes I've to trace
Why tik tok lost its pace..... Wou ou aa aa a...
I remember those expressive eyes,
That sharp look like of a spy
I wonder how you adorned them
So blue they were like the sky of heaven,
Do they sing some cosmic song
Yeah it's a spell and it's so strong
So tik tok lost its pace...
So tik tok lost its pace...
So tik tok lost its pace...
So tik tok lost its pace...Wou ou aa aa a...
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
Given enough time, life will stomp the mind.
You've only seen a vignette of its grit and grind.
Fortunes can change slow and steady like the tide.
Or quickly spread like a wind-heckled fire.
Life is a knife fight with an invisible foe.
You'd be foolish to stand in one place and go toe to toe.
The key is to be humble as a weed, lay low.
Be hard as a diamond when in the talon of grief
Keep the mind humming from glade to glade.
Because crazy will try to keep up with your pace.
Quickened Pace
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In the day rapidly approaching
a rapture of which there shall be no more…
of parasitic encroaching
the minds of men
bent on sin…
“Love wins!”
I have read
from beginning to end
the books of many men’s sins
Their concepts galore, human explore
inept are many books of madness
cause of lives of much sadness
Ah… one book of precept
no variance,… of love kept
the Master recipe…
through it’s crystal truth I see
myself in the mirror…
mirrored Chrystal looking back at me
Ah… throne of grace
I see… I am quickened by quickened pace
I look into a familiar amazing face
the Chrystal truth of amazing grace
I see another face…
bought of amazing grace.
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Warning: A view from human concepts might find the preceding poem
a bit preachy, as sub consciously this terminology has emerged of human
concept for purpose of discrediting wisdom when it is imparted of Godly
precept. While wisdom imparted on the level of human concepts is declared
to be the only source and means of conveying knowledge. “Two Logics!”
(Isaiah 55:7-11) (The Christly mind vs. the human mind) “You have the
mind of Christ!” You May use it!
Selah….
Ominously, in the east, do the cursed war clouds gather.
Young men, in ignorance claim, "we are unafraid to die."
Send dispatch riders forth on steeds set to labor and lather.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Our fathers fathers fathers thought their war would be the last,
No more sons as offerings to Mars, nor widows nor orphans cry.
Sing out then Elders who have seen war's obscenity in the past.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
There be time for peace to reign, as shields and swords but rattle,
And taunts and boasts must still be made before the arrows fly.
God grant us sense to end in joy our thirst for blood and battle.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Meeting you in the court of dawn,
Yes! We played and cried on life’s lawn.
Mutating dreams to reality the task at noon,
Ordering my trembling steps to the moon
Tearing our fate at dusk
Hands of death task
Earth you depart mot my path
Resquicat in pace and in my heart
“Place this cloak around you and blink six times
You will then hear three chimes
When your body begins to shudder
You’ll be invisible to your own mother!”
~o~
s
u f
c o
h know
a never
tiny Will
every life, know.
flutter by so never
and strengthen slowly will
seeps Deep. petals going... who
up Inside. Deep. who's away. Travelers,
his Feelings. Life. flower; wondering,
wings, Numb. Still. young wandering,
for Like a for
it's a to scents
vibrant dying life the
color. butterfly, giving carry
Let And
the wind soothe it's last bit of life.
*** TOMORROWS ***
These thoughts begin composed
(“adagio ma non troppo”)
With a happy, a peaceful heart’s tempo,
Assured the nature of
Imminent or distant tomorrows,
Is woven in vibrant colors to allure
— Very like inspired verses,
With a soul’s knowing, a soul’s melody…
For even God,
The holy I AM
Kept His days —
His proceding creativity’s paced plan
…With its tomorrows held
Open for His any needed intervening
Powers and graces
(“allegro”)
Behold!
The days come. They come
Over horizons
We live and witness
(“allegro”)
……..Thence, too,
According to God
— By many miracles and through
His covenant concluding
The Great Flood….Showing
His promises in a rainbow’s arched reach
Across the sky…And,as in our time,
(“crescendo”)
A thousand ravens hover
And we imagine they wait to prey o’er each
Of our tomorrows, but they stay distant,
Unseen.
— For humanity, as time continues…
With its tempos’ flowing
Of rising sun by day and moon
By night…The dawns stir
Fully into tomorrows.
In Asia, “tempos” may mean,
“(brought or gone via) 3-legged carts,”
(“largo”)
Which might well define
My own aged years’ decline
As I greet
Tomorrows: with
Breath by faith…
And new days with actions of meaning.
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Matthew 6:25 “…Is life not more than food. and the body more than clothing?”————————-
*** Written inspired to pen my annual Birthday Poem, as i age & i am more thankful, while much more challenged.
(c) sally young eslinger 1/5/2023
Thanks be to God…
Requiescat in Pace
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
At the outset,
Tears start like dew from a tender leaf,
Then transcend into a torrent;
A mind is a library of thoughts,
Neatly categorized,
Until this contrary wind blew;
Rummaging through past thoughts,
Has left me feeling careworn,
Without experience or wisdom;
As I drift betwixt illusion and realism.
Confusion is cursing my mind,
Leaving pools of passion that sting.
My innermost thoughts are pillaged
As if dementedly abducted;
A short time of elation,
Fails to rid me of a lifetime of sorrow;
If something is truly irrecoverable did it ever exist?
While seeking transition to an amended life,
I realize, that pardon sits roadside,
Going nowhere,
As long as resentment drives the car;
Summer
And the city air tastes like a dream
Mirages above sidewalks at eight a.m
The freeway kicks and screams like a spoiled child
But I won't give in to them
Stress
It is written on so many faces
I'm sorry, but I won't be taking their places
I walk like a snail at a pace where I'm free
While people drive like lunatics
To go home and watch TV
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
I am leaping
Bounding
Running
Sprinting
Hurling myself towards the end of the runway
They say I’m moving too fast
That I need to slow down to see the sights
To experience life
To savor the moment
But I can’t.
I can’t slow down
Because I am
Bounding
Running
Sprinting
Hurling myself towards the end of the runway
So that eventually
In a puff of smoke
Before you even know it
I will lift off
And I will
Begin
To
Fly.
They all lined up for the start of the race.
The men stayed close behind the leader's pace.
Although Jane led every mile,
all the men wore a big smile.
Back of her shorts was peek-a-boo black lace.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
February 20, 2016 _ Limerick Contest by Jan
The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves
September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts
Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past
All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace
In honor of Brian Strand's contest...
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TIME AT PACE
The clock ticks away at random pace
Leaving a day behind for another day
Running at pace like no time to waste
Think ‘Da’ clock ‘N’ Click
The sun shines on us each day
Reminding us to make hay
For rainy days is here to stay
Think ‘Da’ clock ‘N’ Click
Procrastination is a foe to time
It deny an idle mind to hit its prime
No matter now hard it tries
Think ‘Da’ Clock ‘N’ Click
Seven days makes a week
Each day calls for a fee for needs
Getting the fee is indeed within reach
Think ‘Da’ Clock ‘N’ Click
And golden ears of corn stretched to listen, to the suns
warming ray of words, as stems swayed and rattled. In
the next field yellow Sunflowers genuflected, lifted
their heads to their heavenly maker, turning not to lose
his eye. And the sun beat of an egg blue sky, a blanket
of life for all to nestle. Only song rained, spilling from
the throats of lofty Skylarks sharing their delight on this
miracle of days. Hawthorne, Bramble and Blackberry
wrestled creating a thorn haven for Blackbird and Thrush
as they cared for the young ever gaping mouths. Bumble
bees and Hover flies darted flower heads, intoxicated on
the abundance of rich pollen, the flower kissed and life is
granted. The fruits ripen, Field mice nibble the sweet corn's
tender pods, and the Buzzard glides softly with searching
eye. This day takes place with no rush or haste, no agenda
to adhere to, just to amble at natures pace. And on I walk
forever lost.