Making time to go back in Time,
Will get back what was thought lost for all Time.
Time after time,
When I have listened to my inner voice,
My guardian Angel,
Who works over time,
And I have gone back in Time,
To retrieve items
when others said I was wasting my Time,
That the item was lost for all Time.
Only two days ago,
My Guardian Angel alerted me in Time,
To retrieve my wallet before I lost it for all Time,
So back in time I did go,
To the bus stop Seat,
To find my wallet on that very seat,
Something others thought an impossible feat.
I do hope you have taken the time,
To go over very line,
I have written down for all Time
So you next Time,
You think an item lost for all Time,
You will remember in Time,
My poem on making the Time,
To go back in time,
To avoid standing in line,
To report your crime,,
Of failing to go back in time.
I live in a world that questions what's real;
touting an alternative reality.
And AI is keen to tell me how I feel,
through fake news, flattery, and hyperbole.
An emoji expresses feelings of love,
while commercializing God's gift from above.
And friends have morphed into internet strangers
despite the clear psychological dangers.
The world's gearing up for another world war,
and as always, power enables evil.
Governments enact deeds they claim to abhor,
for greed feeds off political upheaval.
Peace is only a word to appease the sheep:
there is nothing to fear here, go back to sleep.
I never thought I'd see what I see today,
our humanity is being stripped away.
Go back to where you came from they say
Which leaves me in utter dismay
I would not do well
Trying to fit in a birth canal
I wish silly people would just go away.
I hit the snooze alarm
and my body stirs
as I linger in bed.
My chest bears the weight
of memories and desires.
I’m living for today
but in every cell, I feel
something greater.
The mid-morning sun
peaks through the window.
I listen to a litany
of unfinished conversations
of the women I lost.
but hear the seduction of a place
far beyond four walls of my loft.
I reside on a dead-end
for now, but a soft voice
says all roads
lead to Madison,
a place I’ve seen
and I long to find it again
on a day of leisure.
My plans to move there
for graduate school ended
and I went to a place
where dreams died
and boring routines
carried me through life.
A fine coat of snow
in the back yard lingers
and I shiver in a draft
but o how in summer
the lakes in Madison glisten.
a refrigerator bought brand new in 1952
was expected to last until 1985 and she did
finally coughing her last ice cube or two
worn out totally, finally on the skid
today’s appliances are built to last until the warranty is out
we have learned to expect it, no one cares that we pout
Two minutes after the ninety-day warranty is void
our refrigerator stops working; this we cannot avoid
How the appliance companies manage this trick is odd
but it has happened to me, my aunt, and my granddad Todd
Back in the day a washer lasted until you were one hundred and ten
Sometimes I wish we could revert to those olden days once again.
My eyelids slide open as I transition out of the dream
I feel a smile move across my face as I see her laying beside me
I gather the covers and protect her in blankets wishing her rest
Even in sleep, I give her my best
A soft meow calls my attention as her cat stares thinking
I’m thinking too, I’m thinking of what she would do
I leave the bed quietly only the cat is making a sound
I lead the cat into the kitchen to see if there is any catnip around
Alone my love awakes and leaves the bed to see where I have gone
We were perfect in the apartment, but the days they drag on
That song sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Reminisce moments of childhood
All while rhythymically dancing.
That story sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Retell how you done all you could
All while laughing while crying.
That speech sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Reenact every word you should
All while proudly standing.
That story sounded so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Recollect all the ways you would
Once again relive everything.
If you could go back, even just once
Would you fall for a face or feel for a heart?
Would you still ignore that quiet voice inside
Or would you trust it this time & let it guide?
Would you laugh a little more, cry a little less
Take the messy road, stop the guess?
Would you stop chasing perfect, slow down and see
That love isn’t always what it seems to be?
If life’s just one shot, no pause or repeat
Would you dance in the rain, not just stay on your feet?
Would you say the words you always held back
And carry less weight in that old pack?
We don’t get to rewind, only learn as we go
But still, I wonder… if you could, would you?
She felt imprisoned, chained and sad
Her marriage was awful, truly bad
He is a meanie, a real cad
Go back home said her annoyed dad
This was her eighth husband, this guy Chad
He had been hand-chosen by her dad
He knew she was the problem, she was bad.
He felt truly sorry for his employee, Chad
I wanna go back to Michigan
so I catch me some really good fish again.
The fish from any other U.S. lake
tend to give me such a bellyache,
that I can't wait to have a Michigan fish on my dish again.
Open blue sky and fresh flowers around,
Vibrant but enthralling that surround,
Unchained, untied, nothing to bother,
Much leisure and a long time to ponder.
There are no paths to go back.
Go back to the springtime of life.
Hold on tight to encounter many more in life.
Don't take the chance to lose your track.
No wonder! It feels like giving up the charge.
Responsibility and liability are undetachable.
Walk bravely, no matter how kind or harsh,
Head up and smile, as it is inevitable.
Open blue sky and fresh flowers around,
Vibrant but enthralling that surround,
Unchained, untied, nothing to bother,
Much leisure and a long time to ponder.
There are no paths to go back.
Go back to the springtime of life.
Hold on tight to encounter many more in life.
Don't take the chance to lose your track.
No wonder! It feels like giving up the charge.
Responsibility and liability are undetachable.
Walk bravely, no matter how kind or harsh,
Head up and smile, as it is inevitable.
If only time could turn around,
To days where love, like rivers, found,
The laughter shared in sunlit haze,
Where hearts would dance in joy's embrace.
If only I could grasp once more,
The fleeting moments we adore,
To steal a glance, to hold you near,
And quiet all the creeping fear.
I'd turn the hands of time in flight,
To bask in warmth of sweet delight,
No shadows of regret to trace,
Just memories in a warm embrace.
Yet time, it flows; it won't relent,
And leaves behind what we lament,
But still, in dreams, you linger near,
In whispers soft, I hold you dear.
If only time could go back still,
I'd weave our hopes with iron will;
In every heartbeat, love would grow,
Together bound, forever flow
Let’s go back to that.
Telling stories,
teaching each other
how to play a guitar,
showing tricks
and playing games.
Sleepovers,
makeovers,
dancing and baking.
Building forts,
picking flowers.
Having power outages
and bringing out candles.
Using flashlights just for fun.
Let's go back to that.
To taking time.
robin family is annoyed at Spokane’s rainy weather
They get a yellow umbrella and stay together
Let’s go back to the Midwest says the father, loud.
Yes! The wife agrees, looking at a new storm cloud.
They huddle together, bracing their feathers in the wind.
Mommy, Daddy, Zin and her twin brother, Finn.
At the end of the storm, they decide to stay.
Their nest is marvelous with cushy places to lay.
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