Draco (flourished 7th century bc) was an Athenian lawgiver whose harsh legal code punished both trivial and serious crimes in Athens with death—hence the continued use of the word draconian to describe repressive legal measures.
In moves of time and tides upon the Earth,
when leaner seasons came, tyrants ruled.
Such given power was destined at their birth,
and with their words they had the people fooled.
Food, jobs and money sometimes, often lacks,
allowing selfish souls to take the reign,
spewing draconian threats of dire attacks,
blaming scapegoat-others caused the pain.
The tyrant's plan is fed on strict control.
For a missing trust of people deeply dwells.
The hardened walls of this heart have grown cold,
as genocidal schemes of hatred swells.
We know of many a draconian face,
Mussolini, Stalin and Hitler - only a few.
History and time will bring others to replace,
and they will come with, hard hearts, all anew.
Draconian forces somehow don't last.
When things are unfair the people resist.
That is the lesson we've learned from the past.
Over potent power soon does not exist.
Somewhere in time
Lost long ago
He had his only true love
All his life, he wondered
What one more kiss would have been like
How it would have felt to hold her again
Maybe how is life would have been better
Alas, the time of that love was long gone
He would never be able to love her
Or love anyone else he ever met
Because she was always in his heart
In his mind, soul, and being
She would always be his one true love
The one true love he carried into eternity
With the hope that God would bless him
And they would reunite in Heaven
Making their true love last forever
© Poem – XXXI/VII/MMXXV
LRET
Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place,
cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces.
Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture.
They crowned me in shame, but
within a queen still rises.
They buried me in a fire of hell,
But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell.
I am the silence of the crown,
gone through ups and downs
stumbled in the dark multiple times
but my spirit still my heart and mind.
I am a teacher, a child, a guardian and a shadow behind my past.
But a strong woman who will still rise from the stillness of darkness.
Inside of me multiply like smoke and breathe:
into silence of forgiveness and hope.
Yes, still I rise, a whisper stitched in storm-
a sovereign spirit-fearless and warm.
The tortured self becomes the flame
not burned but lit beyond their shame
like the shimmering star, shining bright afar!
This is me, a version of being a woman in time and forever be!
If brevity is the soul of wit
levity the key to longevity
be the humour in it
and
tho' we may be one link
in the chain but a blink
in the big picture
the grand scheme of time
here today and gone tomorrow
on the brink I like to think
(whenever I can)
as the world's revolving
I am a wink in the never-ending
ever-unfolding evolving of man
so
as time flies
on a one-way ticket
never to return
I light my candle at both ends
while I have one to burn
Somewhere in time
I need to make
More friends
Because I only have
Few friends
And the friends I have
Got some respect for me
They respect my race
And my religion
Also, I respect my friends
Race and religion
Somewhere in time
My friends are praying for God
And God answer my friend's
Prayer
Somewhere in time
My friends are praying for the
Countries
That are in war
For them to have some peace
We don't know when the war will
End overseas
AII we know is that there are
Children
Dying of mall nutrition
And that is terrible to see
Because the children are very small
And they can't communicate
Their parents are crying
Also
Somebody will have to burry
The dead people
Every single day
Also they don't have clean
Water
And some medical supply
They throw grenades at their
Neighbors
AIso they haven't got any
Food supply
My friends and I are very lucky
To live
In a country that is not
At war
The people that are
Fighting in the war will never
Return home
The clock holds nothing about time,
Where a mood I star on her face.
Love, still the numbers in my cry —
The clock holds nothing about time,
A glass that's always ~left and right~
Oh, darling, for a brief while, stay —
The clock holds nothing about time,
Where a mood I star on her face.
From the Beach Boys on back to Bach
for inspiration, it’s best to leave rock
Unless of course, a rocking chair is meant
in which case I dare not dissent
Sometimes, it is in the most difficult times
That the strongest leaders are born.
Not by chance. But crisis,
Vision, and transformation.
Look at the life Moses in Egypt,
He was born out of circumstances.
Out from the Jews united aggrieved prayers
In Egypt Pharaoh's wanton slavery of the Jews.
Look at the life in a beehive without a Queen.
The ordinary workers produce an ordinary egg
Specially cared, nurtured, and fed with special food,
To make the egg grows into insurmountable changes
In physical aspect double or triple in size.
If she manage the beehive well will be given all the privileges
To produce more eggs for the beehive and to survive the colony.
She doesn't work, she only command and supervise.
She is ordinary turn extraordinary leader in the beehive.
It's like the fate of a nation when crisis arises
The people will unite, select a leader of the group to lead,
Support, extol and proclaim by virtue of people's initiative
Become their true leader to lead the country into prosperity they long for.
Somewhere In Time
1912
It started with a photograph of a young woman.
A love story that should have been.
A story that traveled back in time.
He just wanted her, so divine.
1975 back to 1912.
Obsessed with her into a new realm.
A writer going into the past.
Only if it would last.
One night is all we need.
Plead, come back to me.
A vintage place so long ago.
Ends of the earth to find you.
Standing face to face.
He showed her a penny 1979 mint date.
He lost everything.
Sent forward into the present time.
Love lost from one mistake.
She saw the future, it’s too late.
With a radiant smile, she was gone.
A romantic monologue through a song.
Through hypnotism, in time one chance.
Love through an old photograph.
If I could rewind
I’d join the little kind
And be a youngling again
Playing in the rain
With laughter larger than cares
With superstitions and fears
I’d do stuff that makes no sense
Like finally kicking the ball over the fence
And I’d be free of all responsibilities
As I chase after nonsensities
Because, for that fleeting window
I wouldn’t have to be a widow
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?
Moments come and moments go
as time keeps marching on;
hold me now and kiss me slow
‘fore sunlight breaks with morning dawn,
and wills this precious moment gone.
May 5, 2025
Life is but a stamp in time
Daily progressing but holding back its rhyme
We travel lightly never looking inward
Until the day the past is splintered
With thoughts and regrets of time wasted
Living life to the fullest thinking it was well crafted
But time marches on relentless and sure
Leaving your footprints on the path obscured
Trudging ahead but looking behind
To the past thinking life was well defined
For life is but a stamp on time’s grand page
A fleeting glimpse, a fleeting stage
Let us cherish and live it to the fullest
Through the easiest times or even the cruelest
©Deborah Kelly
2025
day
begins
with snow fall
and winds blowing
spinning and swirling
I turn on the fireplace
and make a cup of coffee
and settle in with my blanket
as I snuggle in kitty comes too
on a table is my cell and laptop
but first I the watch television news
I sit quietly sipping coffee
now I am informed turn it off
my kitty cat wants some pets
her purrs are so calming
I check my cell phone
check my laptop
my eyes close
need nap
first
past never returns
cruel present does not pass
future never comes
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