Sitting astride a frozen mountainside,
eighty others waiting their turn to go,
on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe,
a man says, “racer ready;” so they know.
An hour passed, now it’s my turn to ski,
explode out of the gate with a kick-start,
frozen ruts are what I find greeting me,
muscles press down to absorb impacts hard,
frantic minute, a forward-moving fight,
the scrape of ice, gates flying past my face,
come faster still, can barely stay upright,
you win or fall, there is no second place.
Cross the line, frustration at the results,
tenths of a second leaves you in the cold.
Never look back
Face forward, moving ahead.
Regret is poison to success.
Never look back.
Watch as your children grow, as your
garden grows, as the seasons change.
Watch as you learn, as you begin
to understand and can see.
Listen to the world talking, not the
grinding, metallic modern noise.
Listen to the birds, the trees, the
animals as they teach you to see.
Think about the path you’ve chosen,
the lives affected, the dreams come and gone.
Think about relations, find you soul mate,
be happy and learn to see.
Act as if today were the last day
to express love, sorrow, joy or bliss.
Act in a positive, forward moving
manner, so others will stop and see.
I’m older
Traveled well
Slowing some
I can tell
Appreciate
Compromise
Laughing more
Increased in size
Youthful pose
Playful style
Aching bones
Longer mile
Smart enough
Not to know a lot
Secure enough
With what I got
Chances are
It’s been spent
I’m older now
That’s where it went
Forward moving
Yesterdays done
Time for life
To bear me a son
Flowers rest
Where beauty glows
Upon your face
And soft eyes
I’m older
Traveled well
Slowing some
I can tell
Once Forever
Driving, still framed captured, moving past hills of green
Eyes, sparkling sunshine, for the moment a perfect scene
Forward, moving forward but looking backwards at the view
Forever, once forever, now lost somewhere is me and you
Reality, does it matter, how deceptive the night can be
Flying, falling faster, out of the cocoon of my dreams
Driving, still framed driving, a gallery of painted picture despair
Eyes, once forever sparkling, in the past you left them there...
B.M.Davey@04/07/17
Time is money, friend,
Get hold of your time,
Embrace it like a friend
And never let go of it.
Time is not sufficiently given,
Keep track of your time,
Marry your time like a wife;
There is no extra time to life!
Life is not a game of second chance,
Time is important! Time is important!
It is more precious than money, you know
Its supply is limited, save it!
Procrastinate not in life,
Time is important! Save it!
Save time, there is no extra time,
If you can't plan today; you won't get it tomorrow.
Time is a forward moving,
Linear commodity that wait no one,
It is a commodity you utilise with utmost care;
Save time! Time is Imporatnt!
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
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Within our very inner self
us poets move into our gear
there is the releasing of the clutch
forward moving as we steer
We run smoothly when in top gear
different from reverse the other way
what's the vital ingredient inside?
one that drives you every day
The love of words encaptures you
wanting to inspire and transform
lifting your pen stroking the paper
the tips so smooth even still warm
There's such a full emotion felt
as one speaks through sparkling ink
driving past every ink spilled page
filled with words for others to drink
So to write fills that something
that nothing else can really do
a driving force like no other
holds you together just like glue
( written when going through dry spell some years ago to help me get back on track)
Always in such a hurry
Pressing forward, moving on
Reaching for that which you think you are due
Every moment of the day spent in pursuit
Climbing that invisible ladder
Instead of taking time to look around
Overreaching, over expecting, demanding
Unrealistic measures of success
Simply noticing the beauty
God has placed along your path
Is the greatest thing a person can do
Finding joy in every moment
This is harder than it seems
Forward moving train;
Mystical cacophony;
Draws me backwards.
Riding time-tracks, I can see
History reverse itself.
Written 12-16-14
Lilies bloom as they basque in the glorious sunlight,
The light of day shall dawn in my eyes.
Showers of rain all fall with a common destination,
Bound are the tears as the pain cries.
Warm days and sunny tomorrows,
May come as sorrows beseech me.
But is spring over,
Cast of clouds dims my light.
Pink skies aspire at noon,
Time has come as the snow comes at night.
What's ironic to me is that it's a snowstorm in spring,
Forward moving is the cloud as it consumes every soul, heart, and feeling.
It's unexpected arrival came quietly,
As though i suffer from one of deaths dealings.
As thought provoking it may seem,
Death is that snow storm in spring.