IT’S OVER
She did not like him at first sight;
He seemed to her a bit uptight,
Overdressed
The second date, though still not good,
His little faults she felt she could
Overlook.
So, on date three, what can I say?
She took him home and let him stay
Overnight
But she found, in the course of time,
The fellow was not worth a dime.
Overdrawn
She decided, now she knew him,
He was useless, so she threw him
Overboard
5th May 2020
Compounding Word Verse contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
In the course of time it is only natural;
things react,
with air,
with moisture,
things darken.
(That's just the way things go.)
Time only heals what we leave in the past;
the things we take with us
darken our faces.
I used to be able to see myself in the bowls of the silver spoons,
(my smile widened and greatly exaggerated,)
then in the blades of the knives,
sharp enough to separate meat from bone
to cut things down to size
small enough to manage
small enough to nourish myself with,
but the air and the damp crept into them too,
somehow invaded their royal velvet.
I lay them to rest
six inches deep in a simple solution
of water, aluminum, and baking soda.
Crude.
But, who can afford real solutions?
We make do with salts, and foil, and water from the tap,
watching and waiting for time to turn back.
June 27, 2018
When in the course of time
You saw you were blind
And your deaf ears heard,
“I love you!”
Then the dead flesh died
Though the demons tried
And your old friends said,
“Who are you?”
Striving to solve this mystery now
They search themselves
But no one knows
The question.
But the answer's clear.
The Word is near.
In the hearts of men,
Eternity.
Now in the course we're in
It's the test of time
And we're graded on our
Our answer.
Who is he?
(A song)
Darkness prevails everywhere
When good is present somewhere.
It is true that good always wins,
But evil doesn’t lose too.
We ought to pay the evil.
Nothing comes out for free.
It is truly said from,
THE experiences.
Everything has pros and cons.
Its as same as the omnipotence of timeline,
Whose manipulation causes catastrophe.
Every person has that dark soul inside
Its the law of nature,
That everything should be half distributed to everyone.
If it is half light, then half dark too
It is we who should decide our path line
It is we who should be active
It is we who should be decisive.
There is a lot of darkness inside everyone,
Which eventually turns out to take a form of a dark secret
Which ruins one’s relationships everywhere.
So, stand up and act smart
And never panic in the course of time,
Because this way time tests your patience
And darkness handling skills.
Stay calm and just go with the flow
And never leave the hands of your parents.
Leaving a darkened space
Dumbfounded amazement at the scene
Feel the absorbing fabric of self and place
Brightness consumes, permeates
Mind becomes
Light is simultaneous thought, so ceasing
The eyes retire at the sight
Of seeing
Such motion and color
It moves clackety, yet undulating
Like slow motion fluid in a dream, a heartbeat pulses
Screaming, speed slows the mind
To turn in on itself
Liquid in space
On inner swirling orbits
Satellite beeping, beam spinning
Fine focus
Focus Absorbed into absorption
Passes through the hidden keyhole
Exiting into
Size-lessness
The unseen vision
Consumes itself
Into
The ever-expanded singularity
Which has never gone anyplace
Mystery and forgetting remembrance
Endless brilliant awakenings
Bring cascades of staggered youths
Hope and acceptance of awe
Brings those reliefs
Endless times can become apparent
In the course of time
Pinhead sized raindrops fall in numbers, attempting to imitate fog
Green needled giants with red bark stand at attention and point at the sky
The odd deciduous turns yellow as though in fear of the impending cold
They are dwarfed by valley walls which are sealed above by oppressive clouds
Mighty Columbia drops an ice cold tongue, coloured from the cleanest blue to the dirtiest grey, to lick the valley floor
It drools crystal clear water and spits moraine
POP!
The wood makes the same sound being split by fire or by axe
We face each other on a bench by the stove
We alternate sides attempting to maintain a balance between the side feeling the heat of the stove and the other being chilled by the mountain breeze
Our hot side like the heat of summer and our cold side like the chill of winter
The seasons change in us as they do outside
Each season returning to itself in the course of time
White streaks through dark night-sky-hair to slowly become the meteor shower that awaits us