Best Time Is Fleeting Poems
~FInding Your Earth Angel~
My fondest wish,
Is that you meet one,
quite soon!
They are sent by God,
not the man in the moon!
May time and rushing tides,
bring one to you, more than
soon!
They speak with tongues of
angels,and your soul rests,
beneath a soothing moon.
They never tell you, that you
are a sinner, gone wrong.
They speak so softly, with very
soft supportive songs!
Those negative among you,
will scoff and say, there is no
such being.
However, I do have two, not
only living, but remind me to
laugh, that time is fleeting,
An earth angel gives your heart,
gossamer wings!
You rise above very dark clouds,
no lost meanderings.
Thank you,God as my soul no
longer roams.
One day,my earth angels and I,
will stand smiling, next to
God's eternal throne!
3/22/2021
~2~
Dedicated..to my Earth Angels!
See me; don’t just look at me.
Gaze into my warmth. . .adoringly.
Don’t utter words when the eyes can say so much.
Trace my face with your tenderest touch -
to love me like you mean it.
I’m your Aphrodite; handle me with care.
Let soft fingers linger in my golden locks of hair.
You are my Adonis; in the same way that I worship you,
ignite romance’s spark in me anew!
Yes, love me like you mean it.
Press your mouth to mine, but gently at first.
Imagine that I am a fine wine for your thirst.
Take your time imbibing me; the sky still has some light.
Savor me through twilight; then we’ll drift into the night.
Please love me like you mean it.
If you do these things, you’ll have no regret.
We will have a night never to forget.
Time is fleeting, and all too soon
we’ll rock away the night to passion’s tune
if only you but love me like you mean it.
Dec. 15, 2019
for Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's 'Love Me Like You Mean It" Poetry Contest
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips are unbound
Where eyes again will lift their eyelids slow
And share breath's softest sighs of welcomed sound
When passionate tongues give gifts they bestow
To feel palms grow warmer as they perspire
When lips are kissed from surrender's desire
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The day fast fades
the end draws near
our time is fleeting
so brief and so dear
Over and over
I longed for you so
the longing unanswered
and so I must go
I gave you my life
you gave me my death
in very small portions
between every breath
You ravaged my heart
and invaded my mind
an addiction so sweet
a torment unkind
The truth is masked
where your comforts abound
and rigor sets in
when your pleasures are found
So now I must flee
for my very life
lest you kill me with kindness
that cuts like a knife
I pray for the darkness
for fear I'll be trapped
in the lingering glimmer
of your charms enrapt
My sudden departure
is not without tears
our dysfunctional union
did last many years
I'm leaving your world
I shall not be back
I head for the brightness
as you fade to black
You once used me
and now I'll use you
as a hard stepping stone
to a life brand new
Twisting, turning,
the tiny leaf,
made it's way to the ground.
For another of God's creations
life has ended;
A short life it may seem;
Only a season.
Such is it with the life of man.
Man is here,
only for a little season.
Time is fleeting,
and after this
Eternity!
Standing at the station, waiting for a train,
I turn my collar up against the rain.
In my bags a dream or two
For now they will have to do.
I've traveled down this road before
Searching for an open door.
Waiting for a morning train,
Waiting, waiting all in vain.
So many dreams are lost
How unbearable the cost.
But dreams are easy to come by
As common as key lime pie.
The train is so very late.
How much longer do I wait?
Time is fleeting, so they say
What matters another day?
Standing at the station, waiting for a train,
I turn my collar up against the rain.
Identical Twins
Time is passing
Life is fleeting
We will all be memories
Some day
We bid them farewell
Those we have known
With no compensation
For broken hearts
Each life has known us
Though we are strangers
Your eyes are so similar
To those I loved
But you are leaving
As I am expiring
We are remembering
The faces lost
I did not know you
You do not know me
Identical twins we
Of diverging lives
Each love we have known
No different from those
Exquisite beauties
We held in each other’s hands
I don’t know why
You can’t see, you are me
The same reflection
On an alternate page
Just as much passion
No less the grief
Our tears are counted
By our hearts beat
Part of the ocean
Our love is remembered
Part of the ocean
Of humanity
Time is fleeting
Life is passing
We will all be memories
Some day
It’s good to know there’s still a few
Deep thinkers, roundabout;
Those who are unafraid to speak their minds
Of certainty or doubt.
To disagree with you and me
About religion, politics and war;
It’s good to know there’s still a few
Deep thinkers at the door.
Where disagreement and discussion
Are two poles that intertwine
And listening before talking
Is in tune with God’s own mind.
Though we may not always be
Right, wrong or other-(wise);
As the distance between two points
Cannot always be perceived with just two eyes.
The mileage is in the journey
And we’re all visitors around here;
It’s good to know there’s still a few
Deep thinkers with hopes and fears.
Standing on the precipice between
The past and now, today;
While time is fleeting with the wind
Deep thinking lingers in the clay.
Ye poets are deep thinkers
Hats off to you and I;
And I pray you disagree with me
Until birds no longer fly.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Death is but an empty grave,
And the soul dies in that slumber,
Which will rot its bones away.
Death is merely but a passage,
No, the grave is not its goal;
Beyond the boundaries of age
Hearst you true words of the soul.
'Tis enjoyment and 'tis sorrow
That destined is to fill our days
And 'tis true as we grow older
We find us farther from today;
Yet art is long and time is fleeting
And we must wisely choose to change
How we spend our current meeting
While onward march we to the grave
In the world’s broad field of battle,
And torment of impending death
Be not scared, nor be frightened
Rather lift up high your head
Believe in the coming future
Learn from the passing past
Make your living in the present
Leave handprints on many a heart
Lives of great men are all studied
But truly remembered are only those
Who’ve departing left behind them
A bright smile, of love a dose
Memories, that perhaps another
Pushing through the feats of life
A forlorn and shipwrecked lover
Seeing, once more shall fall in love
Let us then be up and doing, persevering
With a goal deep in our hearts and minds
Still achieving, still pursuing, knowing
With love nothing is far behind
And even though one day we surely
Meet our passage through death and grave
We boldly move on forward trusting
We’ve made the best of every day
And behind us that we loved ones leave
To spread the knowledge we’ve acquired
“Of death afraid you shall not be,
And can become all you aspire”
A rainbow forms and blooms bright after the rain
Finishing its task of wetting, replenishing the Earth,
As part of God’s plan to ease Mother Nature’s pain
And give our home, our planet a moment’s rebirth.
A rainbow is really God’s gracious smile at rain’s end,
And when you think about it, it occurs in perfect rhythm
So all can see and marvel at its splendor at storm’s end,
And tho’ its time is fleeting, its image is God’s prism.
A rainbow is always God’s promise and divine intention,
To help people pause and focus on a dazzling colored array
Tinted and formed in a picture perfect image and conception,
To help them relax, reflect on what’s important on a given day.
A rainbow is a noble and sublime reflection of God’s selection
Of wonderful images from Heaven brought to our mortal plane,
For a moment’s majestic gaze at this image of God’s conception
So people can seek a moment’s happiness and a surcease of pain.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, September 2, 2014
CAROUSEL
Sights, sounds, smells of the beachfront,
music , lights and shiny mirrors,
painted ponies with golden poles,
beckon me to ride.
I point to the one with the bright blue mane,
two arms steady me on its’ back,
my pony poised to carry me,
wherever it wants to go.
As my steed spins around
and others pace alongside me,
excitement dances in our eyes
while throngs of laughter fill the air.
Revisiting this favorite place,
the music lures me once again,
now brave enough to ride alone,
the two arms wave each time I pass.
The stride seems somewhat slower now,
the music plays now quite as loud,
the destination now my choice,
wherever I choose to go.
My yesterday have all come and gone,
sadly I’ve grown too tall it seems,
my two arms hold him tight to ride,
wherever he dreams to go.
Time is fleeting and today,
the lights are off, the ponies gone,
the organ music plays no more,
it's melody wafting on the breeze.
For the smile it stamped upon my heart,
for the joy it brought into my soul,
this memory I'll treasure throughout my life
the magic of the carousel.
Time is fleeting
as you await
the day's translucence
that beckons beyond
the iridescent reluctance
to waste it all away.
It's a mere transcendence
from casually strolling
to waiting for your
true dream and desire
while the sun shines
brightly in a
powder blue sky.
It's an uplifting feeling
and puts things in perspective
with the realities
that can unfold
at the drop of a hat.
You count your blessings
for things that are
beyond your control
and smile
at it's sweet embrace.
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***All of my "Envelope Poems" were written on blank envelopes
(when I didn't have any paper on me) at various locations.
My time is fleeting why can't you see,
The unspeakable is coming for me.
I look up at the moon just for a while,
All the while feeling so vile.
My body shivers and my eyes grow dark,
It's nearly time to embark.
I can no longer hold this form,
For therein lies an inward storm.
Its slumbers over its presence known,
It lets out a sickening moan.
I glance at the mirror and see a beast,
Who I don't recognize in the least.
It prowls the streets and ravages the lands,
For this beast has no other plans.
My victims screams echo in the night,
I toy with the ones that try to fight.
Clawing and biting as I please,
Immobilizing my prey as they struggle to their knees.
In my bloody frenzy I grin,
Oh how delicious it is to sin.
Morning finds its way here,
I come to my senses full of fear.
Oh the things I have done,
Panic sets in and I begin to run.
A trail of blood leads to my door,
I take a deep breath and see what's in store.
Contorted bodies decorate my home,
I lick my lips which just now began to foam.
What will I do when there's no longer sky?
What will I do when I can no longer see eye to eye?
What will I do when Time is fleeting by?
What does one do to calm you and not be sad all day?
The answer is to pray my friend and pray and pray today.