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Quam Tempus Fugit

You watch it haste and watch it fly,
Why try espy it flashing by?
Now you see it, now you don't,
Then you heard it ~ now you won't.

First, it's here and then it's gone,
Much the same for everyone.
Like a cloud high in the air
Glance once more and it's not there.

Like a bubble drifting past,
Though you know it

Tempus Fugit

TEMPUS FUGIT

I seemed to be going through a change,
Maybe the male menopause.
Or perhaps a mid-life crisis,
But I had fun whatever the cause.

I purchased a Harley Davidson
To roar about the place
And I rescued my flares from the wardrobe
That I’d held on to, just in case

With a cowboy shirt and a shoe-lace tie,
I reckoned I looked pretty

Someday

Someday we'll all see the sky and not rebuke the rain
The sun will shine the morning dew will glimmer 
But not one there to baske upon it's day
The trees will shed leaves with it's seeds as it breeds
And mountains will fuel causeways turned into Oceans
The depth of the canyons so rich and eroded 
Hold secrets

Tempus Fugit

While in my youth
I racked my brain 
to fill up Time

Taken aback 
By Time’s fast pace 
Once in my prime 

Dismissive still 
that Time ticks on 
indeed clockwise 

Not feeling yet 
that treasured Time 
so fleeting flies 

Of trite excuse 
« for lack of Time »
I had no fears 

Time’s metronome 
hounds  hastily 
in golden years

Tempus Fugit

another day is almost done
scented bubbles - an anticipation
warm water calls her by her name:
a relaxing "mom time" accommodation

with exhalation, hands gently grasping
a book binding worn to smooth
eyes lusting for a deep escape
each written word meant to soothe

her heart covertly coveting,
for a short time, an empty abode
her favorite novel only just begun
short self-care arrangement is

Tempus Fugit

Does anyone else have the feeling
That life is escaping too fast
That passing of time leaves you reeling
As present reverts to the past?

A blink, and the baby is crawling
Then walking to school on his own
Too soon university's calling
And full independence is sown.

For time cannot stall in its travels
And yes, we should treasure what's gone,
But shape as

Tempus Fugit

Time, that old imposter, who kids you its on your side,
in your early years embrace it, with both arms open wide
for soon its perfidious nature will steal your youth away,
minute by minute, hour by hour, day by insidious day.
The signs are not apparent, the symptoms surreptitious.
Your hair falls out, you get the gout and all

Tempus Fugit

I sat by the television today. Bored out of my mind I must say. I appreciate that I have senior status not as if it really matters. But when the television announcer place me as and old person. How time flies. I was just appreciating being a senior. Oh well tempus fugit.

Tempus Fugit Tb

Time flies they say
If so, may wings
each day soar high

May not regret
as sunset falls
beget dismay

Each new sunrise
With fresh eyes seize
And prize the day.


31.01.19

'Any Theme Than Bauk Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by Charles Messina

Tempus Fugit L

Tempus Fugit L
(Time Flies)
Written: by Tom Wright
4/15/2018

When faced with a project that I’m eschewing,
The time seems prolonged and I speculate why.
But undertaking assignments that I enjoy doing,
Time escapes, and figuratively speaking, does fly. 

Tempus Fugit

Time keeps marching on and on!   Oh, Time! Time! Where hast thou gone?

Tempus Fugit - Part One

LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit

Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite

mindful sib bull ling to detach himself from his own plight
and fashion attempt (however feeble) 
 

Tempus Fugit - Part Two

speaking severe nasal sounds, 
   when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies – 
   gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words, 

   when they may as well swang fists at me upper and lower jaws,
though decades in the past,

Tempus Fugit

Tempus Fugit.

Memories are imprinted,
through moments,
and fleeting minutes,

as,

they fade like polaroid stills,
dimmed by the flight of time,
caught between,
the banal and the sublime.

Years trickle by,
stubbornly trudging ahead,
straining to embrace echoes of nostalgia,

yearning to hold them near,
seeking new memories,

carved by the trail of a lonesome tear.

Tomorrow may not arrive,
as it lies at the mercy,
of time's fickle flight,

and as

Tempus Fugit

I have slipped into the darkest of mindsets,
and it is only now that i see the light.

I have seen the bright nights and dark days,
and they are no different from one another nor my soul.

Who knew the abyss was like a spotlight....

The devil-may-care attitude I so humbly embraced, 
has become more devil and less 'may

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