A little faster, Grandma;
Let the steam fly
off my strings.
It’s all in my head;
the sheet on the bed,
pillow under my neck.
A little faster, Grandma;
we may never
speak of this again.
You’re tired and sleepy,
but I’m dreaming up
whole and half-notes.
A little faster, Grandma;
the brass is percolating,
I am composing.
Your wrinkles not ironed,
however I iron out
the rhythm and time.
A little faster, Grandma;
we’re not at a slow pace,
as the lyrics strum cheek to cheek.
When faced up alone the sky unto sun
To seek its coolness behind healing earth
For worries cum anxiety briefing fun
To stand the insultive stake of known worth
Why does your heart beats faster than usual
When thoughts won but actions fail at the end
If not that the means got to be sensual
The feat would have been difficult to blend
Why does your heart beats faster than usual
When moon took over in turn for the day
That lurking fear grabs essence in actual
Then switch on a new mode to have its say
Faster beats earth the heart of loyal boy
That would never take your heart for a toy
Aging Faster
Scares fading
Old age visible
Still sharp minded
But somehow aging faster
Unhealthy foods
Self indulge
Over weight a bit
Couch truly inviting
Slower to ascend
Aches and Pains are my two best friends
Coffee 24/7
Time flying, can’t fathom
Where does all the time go?
Take it easy
Stillness in harmony
Take in the moment
Breathe in crisp morning air
Alleviate troubled burdens
One day at a time
Thankful for each day
Growing old gracefully
One day, I will be lifted into the clouds
And leave all of my poetry behind
I’m just an old soul
On September the 18th, all turn 50 years old
Compelled I’m to steal
Joyful moments never rife
That life opts to deal
Me. Joys fade as edge of knife
And those stolen ease my strife.
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Tanka (Senryu)| 14.12.2025 | life, moments (of joy), steal, strife/grief
The weeks go fast,
The months fly by,
The years they flee,
Between the horizon
And my eye.
Time goes ever faster,
No brakes to apply,
My lifespan disappearing,
Between the horizon
And my eye.
When driving the car
approaching a traffic light
it has often been seen
both day and night
what does green mean
here's the plan
for better or worse
drive as fast as you can
then red and amber
if you will
put the foot down
even faster still
and when it turns red
don't dare to dwell
or stop dead
but now go like a bat out of hell
'Nothing works faster'
the advertisement read
'Nothing works better'
the adman said
and they wouldn't lie
so altho' I don't know about you
but if Nothing is best
and all that's true
it's Nothing for me
Nothing's a keeper
not only that
Nothing is cheaper
enjoy every minute ~
AP: 1st place 2025
I sort of hoped we would go out in flames, some dramatic spiral into rageful oblivion—a goodbye with ferocity and flair.
But instead, you fled… it was worse than a ghost how quietly you left.
No haunting, no wanting, just a blur—out of sight faster than a flicker.
I tried to follow the trail of your absence, but it led nowhere—just an empty sky where even the stars refused to burn.
I won’t get anywhere faster than you
Just look at the yellow lights blinking at you
The honking of horns is such a sound racket
For breaking traffic laws, you will land with a ticket
Motorway warriors weaving in and out of lanes
Using their hearts instead of their brains
Do hearts beat faster as I approach
Do pulses rise as I draw near
Their former teacher, whom once they feared
Do they yet tremble ~ or hold me dear
There is time when there is time
And there is time when there is no time
My next door neighbor, a loving lad
My Lad, You travelled west
You went far away, to fly back
Away to come back in a plane
A plane to seek my hand in Love
My Love to keep and fold
Now, my distant seeker
The seeker rode on a mule
A mule without an eye away
He arrived the day when you left
You left to pick a chopper for me
A Chopper and now I'm gone
Gone with him aboard
Aboard our Lovely mule
Tapping the ground around
Stamping love notes
Cooking on the sand
I hear you came
Smelling the best of the west
The chopper flashing the chest
Give us the chopper
To go where you went
And take our mule
To search another soul
This then you note
A mule on earth can move
Faster than a chopper
Living in the sky.
Remarkable how time seems to go faster
As we age, truth is, we move much slower,
If we are not careful, time passes us by
We grow less purpose-driven, mellower.
We leave more to the next generation
Feel we have accomplished our life's tasks
Look forward to receiving some veneration
Like to spend more time with our flasks.
Sometimes we think about time stopping
Knowing it will someday surely stop for us,
When into our rocking chair we are plopping
The cares of the day are no longer a fuss.
Written March 11, 2022
Some say time is fleeting – but I say time is much faster than that!
written June 18, 2021
Every generation thinks it's better than the previous one
Smarter, faster, better-educated, more creative
What would be something refreshingly new under the sun
~ The next one admitting it's mostly imitative
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