Best Tempus Poems

TEMPUS     FUGIT



In a short life why must men be grave?  We must all be grave men  shortly.


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LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit

Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite

mindful sib bull ling to detach himself...

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I have slipped into the darkest of mindsets,
and it is only now that i see the light.

I have seen the bright nights and dark days,
and they are no different from one another nor my soul.

Who knew the abyss was like a spotlight....

The devil-may-care attitude I...

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speaking severe nasal sounds, 
   when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies – 
   gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words, 

   when they may as well swang fists...

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Tempus Fugit.

Memories are imprinted,
through moments,
and fleeting minutes,

as,

they fade like polaroid stills,
dimmed by the flight of time,
caught between,
the banal and the sublime.

Years trickle by,
stubbornly trudging ahead,
straining to embrace echoes of nostalgia,

yearning to hold them near,
seeking new memories,

carved by the trail of a lonesome tear.

Tomorrow may not...

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time 
distortions of memory 
tricks played out 
of things thought but not 
old photos tell stranger tales 
of two dimensional places 
of younger eyes 
and tender faces 
8mm and slideshows 
or lockets clasp'd 
kodachrome and sepia 
and oh! there's a cameo hidden 
in the back...

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TEMPUS FUGIT

I seemed to be going through a change,
Maybe the male menopause.
Or perhaps a mid-life crisis,
But I had fun whatever the cause.

I purchased a Harley Davidson
To roar about the place
And I rescued my flares from the wardrobe
That I’d held on to, just in case

With a...

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gears
always know
the minutes.
clogs corner 
roman numerals. 

What bird
lives in you
and how do you
every hour get 
the feather symbol
to chirp?

In reaching zenith
time returns again
to downward spiral

i am the last
in the chain of being
for  i wind-up
the nest
time builds
on everyone's wall
as metal
pine-cones
ascend
as clockwork
does its
intended
mechanism....

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You watch it haste and watch it fly,
Why try espy it flashing by?
Now you see it, now you don't,
Then you heard it ~ now you won't.

First, it's here and then it's gone,
Much the same for everyone.
Like a cloud high in the air
Glance once more and...

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Tempus Fugit
time flies
opportunities come
and pass us by

may spend your life
questioning why
the hindsight of the past
always more open to the searching eye

somethings we regret
til we die
somethings
we let walk on by
without a second thought
tear or cry

but when things mean alot
is there any other option
to go after at...

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My oh my, how time doth flee!
Seems only yesterday I was at my Mother's knee.
So much water has trickled over the weirs,
Now, here I am well advanced in years!

Off to school for a proper education,
Teachers filling my skull for my edification.
Some of the stuff actually...

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Does anyone else have the feeling
That life is escaping too fast
That passing of time leaves you reeling
As present reverts to the past?

A blink, and the baby is crawling
Then walking to school on his own
Too soon university's calling
And full independence is sown.

For time cannot stall in...

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Time passes through my watch,
as function follows form

Most sacred of mysteries
—the final sojourn

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)...

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While in my youth
I racked my brain 
to fill up Time

Taken aback 
By Time’s fast pace 
Once in my prime 

Dismissive still 
that Time ticks on 
indeed clockwise 

Not feeling yet 
that treasured Time 
so fleeting flies 

Of trite excuse 
« for lack of Time »
I had...

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Someday we'll all see the sky and not rebuke the rain
The sun will shine the morning dew will glimmer 
But not one there to baske upon it's day
The trees will shed leaves with it's seeds as it breeds
And mountains will fuel causeways turned into Oceans
The...

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