Best Timelessness Poems
My past already lived,
my unknown future is the only place to travel-
beyond paradoxes or predictions,
I could stand in a world beyond a human life span,
There to begin again, a quest for knowing.
New languages, new laws, new temptations
or delights.
I cannot say how I will travel there,
whether I step blindly into a parallel universe
or use velocity- based time dilation.
My imagination seems willing
but I feel stuck- in theories and Presentism.
How could there be any greater mysteries
or beauty to be discovered?
I think then of being childless.
Somehow dreams for some new Utopia
are cancelled and I
awake and sleeping
hold hands with solitude.
Suzanne Delaney
May 17th.
For Dave's Imagination Contest.
My favorite family photo
Shows Dad canoeing
With my brother and sister
That’s how I remember him
Peaceful, at one with nature
In awe of the timelessness
At ease with the great outdoors
Just gliding through waves
Surrounded by sounds of emptiness
Of vastness cocooning us
In love with the serenity
Hovering fondly around us
That precious look in Dad’s eye
Can’t be misunderstood
It exudes of happiness
Of a heart bubbling over
Of harmony
Of wholeness
Of life
Of eternity
AP: 3rd place 2020
PS featured in 2022
when we allow time to stop, a glimpse of eternity will appear.
"The unwavering human desire for perpetuity"
--by poet--
Hunger For Life
Desperation reason with destiny to depose inevitability and find utopian coast
Longevity is not an impervious spiritual armor weakened by an invasive ghost
Inculcated within thoughts are prognostications of inexorable advancing years
Endeavors defying the rules of gravity regrettably culminate in shedding tears
Polar winds menace leaves steadfastly clinging on as tainted skies appear dim
Beyond freezing horizons anonymous newly departed faces wander in tandem
Grey whales returned and blizzards withdrew except old towns are in disarray
Hunger for life contesting dreadfulness anticipate the dissolution of a blue day
11/02/2014
1:46 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Trapped in a perfect world, what does time
mean? Wait, nothing is permanent in this
wicked world.
Stay or go. Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.
The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place; there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.
The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.
I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.
We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.
I wake in scented timelessness every day.
Six weeks have flown by
With many beautiful hours together.
This morn we sat under the awnings
Sipping hot frothy cappuccino
Watching the first monsoon showers
Overflowing from the potted flowers
Drenching my thirsty listless garden.
My octogenarian mother smiled
With moist eyes held my hand and
Chokingly whispered, ' I've never been
Pampered so much as in this break.
It's like revisiting my parental home!
My heart is here, free and happy,
But your dad's memories pull me back.
God willing I will return soon and
May my last breath be in your arms'.
She opens her prayer book,
Takes out a huge hundred rupee note
Folded neatly in its pages and tells me
That it is more than sixty years old.
A memory when she and dad had learnt
To live within limited resources.
The frame workers may find it strange
But I will be cradling the moment in a frame
Insinuating timeless love of mother-daughter
July 3, 2016
For Julia Ward
Contest-Cradling The Moment
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
I am not the magic of the Sorcerer's scepter
I am the luminance of certainty
The truth in all, the element's nectar
Carbon - iron - oxygen
Helium - nitrogen - hydrogen
Cast to burn in life's timeless trilogy
I am, I was and will forever be
Fixed in the vastness of time and solitude
An endless void among an indefinable multitude
A blazing point of light to see
In the silent loneliness of space I wane and swell
The immortal icon of all that is and will be
The fire of life's burning legacy to dwell
As the flame of all eternity
July 4, 2020
Musings on Space Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Heart of brave
Courage circle, of friends not a kin
They become a wide shoulder when he wanted to lean
Their pure soul pour, overflowing happiness
Plenty of wild thoughts overwhelmed with tenderness
From back then until now
With timelessness, they filled his flaw
He was a lost boy founded again
Cleared shadows, serene his pain
They value his life, validate his oneness
Hoped him for a better day with a greater openness
Lucky, he felt number one to be loved by them
Greater than money greater than a fame
God gave an ocean of hope
Inside a muddy well, his friends become a rope
He shines, though engulfed by the wave
Just because of friends with the heart of a brave.
Friday, April 9, 2021
Timelessness
A seeming
Good word
Among words
Even if all
Are of equal
Quality and
Import..
Timelessness
Is empty of
Time..yet
All appearances
Of time are
Inseparable
Timelessness...
What Inchoate Flux (if Any) Preceded Timelessness?
Temporarily engrossed
with some routine
activity with aplomb
(such as dismantling
an atomic bomb)
every now, and
again these myopic
(brown) eyes regularly glanced
at the clock calm
lee aware of traversing,
thru space/time continuum,
for no apparent
reason, (or rhyme)
I suddenly felt damn
founded, and struck
with quirky query,
asper, whence upon
whatever revelation
did the passage of seconds,
minutes, or hours did ham
handedly become codified,
delineated, and etched
allowing, enabling,
providing humans
to fritter away life
in a traffic jam
hence, ewe may
cock head sideways,
or bleat me like a lamb
moost likely breaking out
[with the verse a ram...sam...sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafiq, a rafiq
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafiq, a rafiq
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam]
perhaps, now even
more so befuddled than before
by my challenge
to communicate,
vizier, i.e., whether ye har
sir man or ma'am
how the vista of
the past present or future
(oh...way before 'Nam!)
basically what conditions -
also oh yea,
way before Ram
mud Dan coalesced
to beget getting the
shed jewel for the tram
so as NOT tug git supervisor
to hit you with a WHAM!
SENSE OF TIMELESSNESS
deeply formed
an integrated
impact
solemn
disoriented
a conception of
quietude
evocative
expressionless
this hazy charm
of distant tints
shrouded
subsumed
atmospheric
renderings
apparational&
subtlety
in moment of silence
empty vistas
beyond
the real
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
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Whispers of Time
Beneath the moon, the night unfolds,
A story whispered, soft and bold.
In every shadow, in every light,
I see your face, so pure, so bright.
A touch, a glance, a knowing smile,
It feels as if we’ve walked this mile.
Through lifetimes past, we’ve crossed the skies,
Now here we are, with no disguise.
The stars align, the winds may sway,
But still, our hearts will find their way.
A dance of fate, a gentle rhyme,
A love that echoes through all time.
In every breath, in every sigh,
We find a bond that cannot die.
For though we’ve only just begun,
It feels as if we were always one.
L&A
A timeless infinity
Stretches in all directions...
Reaches high
But finds a ceiling,
Reaches low
But finds a floor --
This timelessness is only horizontal
It reaches for the goal
But dissolves it in water
Before it can be grounded
In a surreal place
Of touches and smells
But no sounds, no tastes, no visions...
If I am hearty, then forgive me,
For I do not belong here,
Far from the wind...
For senses, I prefer all the five,
Grounding me in a dun reality
That can always fit
Like an old pair of gloves.
There is no death but failure,
And there is no failure but death.