Best Timeday Poems
Weak-dei is a day following immediately after a Sick Day
Shun-dei is a day when a person just wants to stay in bed
Moan-dei is a day to complain about what work needs be done
T’ewes-dei is a day a person feels sheepishly
Wins-dei is the day someone becomes lucky in the lottery
Thirst-dei is the day many alcoholics suffer from
Fry-dei is a day when workers are ‘burnt out’ with the job
Scatter-dei is a day when volunteers are needed and everyone becomes scarce
Ben Ehlong-Dei is an alias people often use after all, or part, of a 24 hour period of time filled
with unpleasantness or boredom
From fireworks to fizzle,
so went our love,
now it's good morning, goodnight,
without a hug.
Existing in harmony,
one day at a time,
you have your space,
and I have mine.
The house is full,
of nothing at all,
but no one notices,
all the bare walls.
Another day ends,
and to dreamland we go,
to awaken the fireworks,
that each misses so.
As we go through our youthful lives unknowingly
each day is a delicate future memory of the past.
Time that has been shared in the present with
loved ones has drifted to our future memories.
This drifting time space from present to future
has been stolen or lost to the awaiting time bandits.
Why did we not cling to each forgotten day's existence
so tightly as never to be stolen or allowed to be lost?
Suddenly an unexpected beautiful memory finds her way
to your present day galaxy of thoughts in your being.
You are reminded of all those joyful past present days
and you embrace them...threats...the bandits are lurking.
There is still time to resist and keep them afar forever.
Now older, you grasp each day as you breathe each second.
This most precious person will evermore remain in
my cherrished and loving present future memories.
There’ll come a time,
When the wind will stop blowing,
And the road will stop up ahead.
A day the birds will no longer chirp,
And the sun will no longer shine.
And when the day arrives,
That the divine clock stops ticking,
...I will finally see you.
I should really be writing my essay (due tomorrow!) but I can't have this poem stand here
under my name without some well due editing. I would remove it but I feel like I have not
given the idea a fair amount of my effort.
Let me tell you the story of the man who wared with time
Let me tell you of the lying man who thought himself free from fate's monotonous rhyme:
This lying man would not a true story tell
To the masses: tales of himself in a regal crown he would sell
And they would ask: How come you here, great king?
And he would weave tales of abandoning his office for a woman's ring
Some would jeer and others cheer
But always he would smile ear to ear
At time in its grandeur he would leer
To priests he would lament of his heinous crimes, to never repeat them he swore
Begging their pity and reveling in the new skin he wore
So why, you may ask, does the liar lie of heinous acts
When he could lie of owning the grandest tracts?
And the snake of snakes would slither its tongue
And shed its skin, a coat in its closet so neatly hung
It would tell you a million tales, not one of them true
And never itself shed in any hue
For the flesh beneath may be soft and fickle
But the skin above is always rough and brittle
The flesh beneath once shed, would still the beating of his heart
The skin above once shed, would instill in his life immortality, the one true art
And always the happiest man alive he would be
Living the lives of any man his mind could see
And so the lying man would not a true story tell
The lying man would lie till the day he fell
That day the king of kings dies
The day the criminal meets his demise
While the lying man that was lives on in every story
As friends and foe would debate the king's glory
All the while the lying man that is sinks deeper into his grave
And that priest would remember a criminal who only mercy did he crave
And that coat of skins would weaken and tumble
The skins within gone brittle and begun to crumble
As the lying man that was, flesh and vulnerability, decays
All those skins he left behind, time will one day erase.
And so lying man, you had smiled in the face of time,
Done no great dead but steal what was theirs and mine
You had fallen thinking you had bested the clock
When only you had deafened yourself to the echo of tick tock
© Samir Georges
2010
In the first day I have found the light,
I was so blind for it was that bright.
I never knew why.
In the second day I saw the constellations,
I was counting endlessly, but I missed some sections.
I never knew why.
In the third day I landed on Venus, the planet,
It was a strange feeling pulling me like a magnet.
I never knew why.
In the fourth day I engaged Mercury in existence,
My face was filled with drops of rain, I felt so tense.
I never knew why.
In the fifth day I was trapped into a black pitch,
Some lighten insects, me, the way they were trying to teach.
I never knew why.
In the sixth day I woke up in a bed, covered by a blanket,
I was dressed with a white shirt, and then him I met.
I never knew why.
In the seventh day I went to the seventh cell,
I was horrified and my heart was pounding as in Hell.
I never knew why.
In the eighth day I closed my eyes and I was dreaming,
I saw the Earth belonger and we were kissing.
I never knew why.
In the ninth day I clapped my hands and I yelled,
I had a smile upon my face and joy I gained.
I never knew why.
In the tenth day I was surprised by the nature-green,
Flowers smelling and my eye caught all I’ve seen.
I never knew why.
In the eleventh day I took a motorcycle,
I went with speed on the road but in circle.
I never knew why.
A dozen days had passed and I felt so lonely,
And he came at me and he embraced me, so lovely.
I never knew why.
In the thirteenth day a witch had cursed me,
I wanted again the rain and thunders to see.
I never knew why.
In the fourteenth day I craved more and more for blue,
I opened my eyes and close by me I found you.
I never knew why.
In the last day of my existence I thought:
Am I the only one which is here brought? ...
I never knew why…
day dreaming
beneath your ceiling
under your cracks of blue
on a cloudy Sunday
I was something
soothing you
Lying in the crescents
of a mystery
Am I spending
too much time with you
and we were a shoulder
alive and highly
candling the thoughts of two
oh, they say i was
spending too much
time with you
beneath your cracks of blue
day dreaming
in the streets of night
lights and colors
a shimmering absence
vacant promises
in these all night dreams
when day light seemed
to wonder and deem
until
the morning screamed
and i was crazy
how you crazed me
the jewels you gave me
drove me daisies
into hours hazel
crowded and hazy
and we were children
beyond a rhythm
waltzing in a melody
alive and highly
beneath the splinters
flowers rekindled
but they say i was
spending too much
time with you
day dreaming
in her cracks of blue
oh she loved you
she seldom left you
in the cracks of blue
across the avenue
it was nothing new
just day dreaming
souls were clinging
songs of signature
Why this time?
Why this time of night?
That all I have to say,
Becomes easy to write?
When all throughout the morning,
And the sun's displays' of light,
And all throughout the evening,
I cannot seem to write.
But care I will not,
As long as they're free,
The thoughts that were there,
On here they shall be.
And up all night,
If I shall need to stay,
Until the sun is bright,
I'll write them away.
But when does it stop?
When does the flow end?
When the new day is brought?
When the sun shines again?
It scares me to think,
That age is the same
That one day my ink,
Will run out and remain.
The greatest love of all might be a fake antidote
A distraction to the mundane and insane ongoings of day to day
From streaming through the cement jungle on your tap shoes
Or running in the nick of time
Spilling the cup
Jumping the ropes of change
That’s when you find the great moment of joy
One great supply of unfurnished real fresh air
“Faaaa”
Like in the breadth of living you find life worth living
And your greatest love of all
A cup of piping coffee dark and sane
A glass of chardonnay
A new pair of heels, wheels, or sealing the deal
A dress with ruffles, nothing less than ruffles
A moment with your sister
A laugh with your brother
A sweet cookie and meal with your mother
Bursting through the mundane doors you come out alive and renewed
A prayer to the heavens and your re-glued
Sticking to the point, you’re on the way
It’s a new day
A fresh new day might be the greatest love of all
-Jess
As you sit there in your chair and ponder
Your heart and soul begin to wonder
Missing the things that used to be
A part of a perfect harmony
Childhood memories make you smile
The time that has passed since, has been a long while
Christmas time in elementary school
Fun times in high school acting the fool
Long days in college and parties galore
And the start of a new job, unlike any before
Is it a merely daydream or is it not?
Such imagination in the mind, it cannot be taught
For a child can picture a day with world peace
Where the storms are to end, and the sun to increase
So use your thoughts to build the day after tomorrow
But beware of the thoughts that are filled only with sorrow
another year has finished its foward dance one more year maybe one more chance.
as these seasons are born then die it happens so fast they way times fly by
one day the sun bright and blinding your eye the next day its gone only clouds in the sky
color of the winter drains you the endless gray another season for it all to go away
how can one stand beside the clock counting away the year tick tick tock
a constant reminder of our finite time a constant countdown to the final chime
and every year i try to keep the chin high alas every year till the day i die
every fall brings a pang of regret for those i love and those i neglect
the leaves die making room for the new i think we all do the same thing too
spring speaks of a fresh start and relief to those with heavy winter hearts
the promise of sun and a new begining a small clue in alife with little meaning
summer comes we wait all year the days are long the skys are clear
radiating sun keeps energys high but summers so short no matter how hard one trys
so many memories attached to these seasons a million guesses a hundred reasons
the smell of the flower that blooms in may always reminds of long forgotten day
crisp air before the very first snow always hints to me somthing i should know
even thoe this life is so short and fast i would trade nothing fo all the seasons past
i put down my pen and start to reflect no matter what lifes amazing in retrospect
so live each season like it was the end lifes not measured on a watch my friend
its weighed in the hearts of those lived it every ounce day by day bit by bit
another year has gone away so weigh your love everyday kept in a safe place
doesnt matter what this is your life your day keep to that you cant lose face
another year has completed its run soon enough once again greeted by the sun
Possibility or unexpected chances
Horizons that present changes, a chance
The same instance that casualties
And victims panic
My antics expire frantic
How can we handle this
An obstacle is an obstacle, matter or not
A sleeping bag, one empty parking lot
One day your up the next day your not
What’s real and what’s not
Circumstances exhibit voluntary products to make reference
Heaven’s a treasure
Hell a worthy experience
You just have to make clearance
Time will take you back
Further into this design we roam
Casually or alone
Belief is acquired through tradition
Yet it’s unknown
My thoughts, your substance
Our universe to be
The timeliness of this reality
Is it only a world of you and me
Conscience, unconscious,
A higher possibility
For those of us dying to live
A message from we living to die
Life is an eternity to last
Then again perhaps righteousness
Is but a concern of the past
And yet we all laugh
A final meal
We breathe, we gasp
My exhausted state of being
A lifeless fantasy
Crystallized in stones off the coast of Japan
Trapped between the things I cannot do without
And the things I can
The burden and trials of an everyday man
If I love you it’s in my mind
If I have feelings for you
It’s a chemical rush
While thoughts linger around this concept
I continue my mission
To break apart your traditional images
I’d speak up but you’d probably say
I’m trying to impose my assumptions
Strangled in this realm of reality
Making it difficult to function
Behold the sadness in his eyes,
hear the sobbing, wracking cries,
now see his soul so ripped asunder,
his loneliness quakes like blackened thunder.
She'd warned him as they'd gone to bed,
one day he'd come home and find her dead,
he'd found the note tacked to the door,
and knew at once she was no more.
Chaos came with lights and sirens,
toughened men with hearts of iron,
breaking down the bathroom door,
found her lying on the floor.
His grief was so immense in time,
I knew that he had lost his mind,
His twisted mind conceived a plan,
and thus the end of time began.
Now years and years and years have passed,
my life just seems to last and last,
the pain is like a knife blade honed,
each day it twists against my bones.
I've lived my life lost in a fugue,
apathy my presiding mood,
I view my life from far away,
like watching a long and boring play.
He look his life, but had no clue
that he had taken my life, too.
I live each day and breathe each breath,
a zombie just awaiting death.
LIFE
ONE DAY RIGHT INTO THE NEXT
LIFE
EACH DAY IS PART OF A GRANDER TEXT
MOMENTS
CAN YOU LEAFN TO SAVOR EACH ONE ?
MOMENTS
SO MANY MEANINGFUL BEFORE EACH DAY IS DONE
TIME
HOW DO YOU MEASURE IT'S ONGOING SPAN ?
TIME
A DWARFED THING IN THE PALM OF GOD'S HAND
LIFE
MOMENT BY MOMENT RIGHT INTO THE NEXT
LIFE
This day I saw both the sun and moon appear in daylight.
One so bright not able to stare, I chose the other in sight.
Moons vision bearing down I saw the reflection of night.
Two halves of this orb, I peered with much delight.
Split down the middle one bright the other shaded quite.
Dimly, so I could see the whole circumference, so bright.
What I saw confirmed what I already knew, definitely trite.
That this celestial body revolves around us in a fight.
A controlled boundary, by the power of the one with might.
The one I saw reflecting upon other, with a blinding plight.
This is truly rare to see, without clouds of gray and white.
Possible this day and probably others with conditions right,
They intrigued me to gaze upon their duality of flight.
The brilliant solar orb glancing power on its dutiful satellite,
Opposites of duality together for a time with or without invite.
Within the Heavens at brink of afternoon, sky stands in fright.