Time slips past me every second, every minute, like a flash gone before too long. Yet, in all that lost time, I still feel the same. What is time lost if not time spent on nothing? Still, I try to make the time count—the minutes, the seconds—but no matter how much I try to stay in the flow, it always eludes me. Such is a thing you want and cannot have, for you chase and chase only to watch it go further away.
Time, the great divider, knows not rich or poor, life or death—only a presence, a willingness to keep moving, and for nothing more than to end. Thus is its purpose, its goal. Yet, in all that, we try to make sense of what we have, to make memories, to mark the time, the days with events both great and small. We capture photos to hold time in our hands, record moments to remember that day. But even though those moments may be ingrained, they are not permanent, and that's the thing with time.
Man or machine, living or dead, time ticks on until those last few seconds.
Dear Kitty, today, I sing your everlasting praise,
I, your humble Frisky, dog next door,
bark a heartfelt word and phrase,
though, both of us are alive no more,
and, though my hackles, you did raise
when you walked upon the wall
dividing our two yards.
To eat you, I tried hard,
but I could only jump so high, and never did you fall.
Dear Kitty, it's heaven now where we two play
as we while away each blessed day,
where up here, too, a wall divider,
where you may tease and prance.
as I bark, "I want my teeth inside her,
if she'd just give me a chance".
There is no other cat than thee,
for me to chase, I truly say,
to Kitty, the cat that won't ever fall, for all eternity.
Only
a coin toss
standing
between them
Fame
the divider
with fans
to embrace
Caught
in the essence
as twins
symbiotic
One
in the limelight
the other
— ungraced
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
May the earth reject it..Let the mountains dance..For the
God of all universes will break this trance.' No more shall
You dabble..' instead you will ride, the road of rejection in
Pain you will writhe.' You have sullied creation.'
Now.! You are to be judged in your pride.!
Hate
Miracle Man
November 25, 2023
Hate is a horse that only tosses off its rider,
Hate seldom affects the cowboy on the fence.
Hate is evil and makes differences a divider,
Hate is a condition and commands recompense.
On a clearing morning I awaken,
yesterday’s ruckus subsiding;
corporal tensions having
been slept away, a dove softly
cooing on my window sill
in the flower box having made
a nest – room for both buds and
nurturing…
the cat at bay, the pane a permanent
divider, every night he awakes to
consciously dream, eyes like fixed
lasers, into the dawn he salivates,
wonders of our shared mystery, why
the mouthful and he separated, by the
same God who pets and soothes, calls him
precious…recalling the turkey they
shared – dispatched, tastefully presented
as grace…?
Our love once was sum
now is division
you are divider
I am the rest
fade
one of those with the lines on the end/there's always a divider/between us and them/and between me and them/it's best this way/for they can't get too close/i don't class them as friends/don't want them helping me/when things are bad burning blasted/don't want them celebrating/my son's graduation or my new tattoo/i want them distant/edge of my radar scope/nothing but blips/over there not here/leave me alone don't stress me/we are this way for a reason/i'll add more reasons/for i endure even when i fade
SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
out in 23
To Father with love. You Raised Me in the new day from.
A covering Midnight's love you hold me ever so
Quietly you are a Chosen One you instilling me
If I reference you endearingly my Father love you're from heaven you're the Breath of Life above--
Father you choose me, Adorn me, everso love me
You touch mine heart, kissed me your breath of life
Reasurrance always present my ever blessing
You cover me in a new way Always provider, never my divider
In midnight love you set your over me always
And I thank U God
And I thank U Lord
As the Angels bow down around you
as I lift my voice for it is in you whom I have found true
I worship you, I Adorn you and I love you ever so true
always shall I do until the end
never being the end eternally always reverence dear Father with love you raised me in this new day
and I am so thankful for you Always and Amen
10/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr (c)
Your swell appetite for tobacco
Is a sure life-time divider;
Of winds making her a sirocco,
Even as she stops being your provider …
Softening and calmer, asks you aside
And entreats you to her sit beside
For a voicing of her disappointments in you
And challenges to say “It isn’t true!”
Soon, absorbs her rude shocks
And for you Heaven’s Gate unlocks
But against further errands for Lucifer,
Unless you wish to with him suffer …
A mention of your black lips that give you away
And the Acrid Smell of The-Gone-Astray
“So, my son, it’s a U-Turn now
And I’m sure you understand ‘How’
“No more celebratory twisting of lips
To free cigarette’s atrocious wisps
Nor plying of routes to the markets
That would circulate it in packets’.
“You now crush the sticks not smoked
And not into it read pleasures choked”.
Tanka as Poem
I have been outside
Nature is beautiful they say
It was rather cold
The sun a polished one euro
Clouds are the sun’s flunkies
Inside looking out
Nature looks fantasyland
You can’t lure me out
The wilderness is insecure
And sometimes the wind blows hard.
I’m civilized man
Outdoor is discovery channel
Sharks and dark water
Nature needs a glass divider
Enjoying our inimitableness
My considerations are devoured by the Void.
Instinct and certainty are generally devoid.
In slight spite of everything, I cease here.
I'm stuck in the created voids phantom clear.
I falter and appear to be stuck.
In an endless descending twisting snuck.
It's essentially impossible to escape this.
I can't move away from my premonition bliss.
I'm caught inside my spirit by the abyss.
It feeds off my mood, which serves to permiss.
It burns through me from the back to the front.
It keeps me out because I can't confront.
In my body freezing, relentless divider.
I've turned into my sole survivor rider.
Written: October 1st, 2021
My cooler crocked, and my stove tragically burst.
My roof fan has become unhinged from the thread.
The dishwasher declined to start and had scent of burnt.
A breaker in one of my divider stoves is dead.
When I let one loose in the elevator
As we hear a significant break, an aged lady arises.
I advised her: not to be afraid crying isn't for senior.
"My primary care physician thinks I look 20," she replies.
Written: August 1st, 2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Getting across Kantabon
I find dense Elephant Road
Left the old road-divider
At nine o'clock at night;
Pankhiraj Rickshaw flies in the air
In the mysterious light of sodium lamp-
The illusory drone.
Chasing me some fake face book IDs
Agony throws the Shaking net.
Zuberi Restaurant fries
The hybrid Climbing Fish
Digitally welcomes the Motaleb Plaza.
Living life less razzle-dazzle
Trine binder you whine
Delamination determined separation
Zero settled for clarity
Woolly winder Dominion me
While you carry impunity!?
Sliced high and decidin’
Four more years Biden'
Swung hard disemboweled
Swamp slider social divider
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