Best Timely Poems
In legends of old when just a lad
Country farmers according to dad
Upon one’s head a flat cap
To face the sun crafty chap
Whence to tell one the time deemed the fad.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
wounds tear all time
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time heels like a good dog
or it bites
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time passed
is
fertilizer
A Haiku Poem
Crossing in between,
Roaring sounds beam light throughout,
Passes just in time.
Vespia, my dearest sister-in-law
I write to reveal my emotions raw
Victulus has asked me to wait for him
He is travelling to Herculaneum
How I do wish he could have taken me
Not as a maid but as his wife to be.
Now jealous thoughts are rising in my breast
They shall torment me in my night time rest
Cruxilas and his daughter Delphinian
Also travelling in my love's caravan
She tried to seduce him in wanton ways
Her eyes, her dress and with her hair she plays
His love reassurance in days gone past
Has long faded now as the die's been cast
I have not told him of my pregnant state
Hope nothing shall happen to make him late
Remember this year AD79
When, at last, dear Victulus shall be mine.
May the Gods favour us both,
Flavia xx
The golden rule, to any fool
Is not a silly test
To shine the light
Of truth and right
Is worthy of our best
The earth and sky, may signify
The beauty in our soul
The mountain peak
That people seek
Is worthy of our goal
But what if we, are happily
The spirits we renew
The ones who pray
Along the way
For strength in what we do
To magnify, the reason why
We chose a hallowed birth
We must be true
And worthy too
To share a place on Earth
The spoken lie, or alibi
For hurting one another
Will not increase
A goodly peace
Or win a faithful brother
To feed the heart, we must impart
A monumental shift
In how we live
And how we give
The world a timely lift.
strangers tend to ignore me
searching blindly for glory
tattered hands holding half a story
but surely; the opemists' plan
was escape these sinking sands
and not flash brands as
burning ticks cross my hands
the cost is lost in these lands
if this current path is off-track
then maybe i meant to lose the map.
sheltered from grace, the light
casting darkness to face
standing in place of lost taste
undoubtedly off-pace
fighting hyenas for space
wondering if life's just a craze?
while fighting minotaurs to amaze
my vision creates a stage
built softly by innnocent rage
time for quick choices; before the
people spit poetry with ripped voices
changing season for a snowdance
before walking like nomads in
ghostlands forgotten like most plans
Your smile speaks a lovely language...
Even the deaf can decipher the message.
It is not locked in your lips...
From your sweet soul it slips...
Your flawless face scintillates the stage.
Your beauty basks at the shores of bliss,
I want to maximise moments like this...
To be lost in warm embrace
and leave there a timeless trace
of desires and dreams I could not dismiss.
Take my heart to peaks of pleasure
where memories are made beyond measure.
Like raindrops from the skies
and teardrops from the eyes...
You will be my timely and timeless treasure.
For my friends.
be a film maker
don't be a faker
do this task
make a film will last
about
now or the pass
wear thick classes rimes
IN YOUR
TIMELY MOTION FILM
The worst has yet to come,digging up fossilised feelings of mammoth proportion which way a ton,years of emotion wraped in lares of flesh an dirt,exhumed over a billion century's of prehistoric pain and hurt.
The Universe is the only self-referential reality
in the phenomenal world.
It is the only text
without context.
Thomas Berry
And yet
could no the same
be said of time
as text
without spatial context?
And could this universality of time as text
also become our co-gravitating unity
through co-arising diversity
of spaciating polypathic context?
Octavia Butler
defined God
as Change.
Time changes
or is eternally timeless;
a dead vacuous universal text
swelling and contracting
changes within timeless time
through eternally imaginable context.
If this Universe is God's text
without further context,
then this co-emerging race through time's distinctions
prefacing Earth's voiceless extinctions
proves time's full infinite eternity
contextualizes nothing more or less complete
than timeless here
as now,
Remembering time's near completion
without date
or finite ego-measurement;
lacking too-reductive calculations,
deductive text within-
without inductive sacred context
for God's Left and Right
YangForm through YinFunction
Universe as Sacred Change
Way
Truth
Trust
Life
Love
Grace
EcoPolitical NonDual DiPolar Karma
Restorative Yang EcoJustice with YinYin-WinWin Peace.
A mighty monarch had a dream,
the kind that makes men stir and scream.
In mid-earth grew a large, strong tree,
It was so tall that all could see.
A holy one gave the decree,
to cut down and destroy the tree,
but leave the large stump in the ground,
with bronze and iron fetters bound.
The mighty monarch was the tree,
to whom his subjects bowed the knee.
His Majesty was very great,
But his arrogance sealed his fate.
God had decreed he’d lose his throne,
and live in nature all alone.
His hair like one unkempt will grow,
and nails protrude like those of a crow.
A chastened monarch he would be,
until his folly, he would see.
Like a man who has lost his mind,
he will live like the beastly kind.
The purpose of the harsh decree
was that all on earth may agree,
that God rules the affairs of men,
and decides where men rule, and when.
At the end of his harsh ordeal
the chastened king proclaimed with zeal,
the Most High God exists for real,
Let all on earth before him kneel.
Listen you haughty men and proud,
Who mock this God with voices loud.
One day you too will face His wrath,
because you chose the foolish path.
It is timely
To provide clear communication
Without it, there would be a cloudy scenery
Along with mass frustration
When words are unspoken
Hearts are frozen
Lots of ambiguity in the air
Along with mass confusion
I once met a gal in the town of Monterey
Though I had to leave, she begged me to stay
Our time together was delightful,
I found her to be quite insightful
To preserve my happy life ... I hurried away.
written November 5, 2021
The lights in heaven for seasons, in time, all shall know we are but men.
My Love for the World has always been Really
Really Blossomy
You Look at me and you see a Timely Person
I have lived to see a World garnering for progress
Where Love Conquers even an honourable
Peace
So Let Love Lead in a spectacular manner
And a Unity formed for a Strong Forte.