You look up at the sky at night;
letting Nature's beauty awe you.
And see ebony pierced by light —
devoid of all traces of blue.
And you feel small
amidst it all.
You watch a shooting star take flight;
enjoying a breathtaking view.
And savor a cosmic delight
that takes a split second or two —
A pause in time
that feels sublime.
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.
An effervescent evanescence
Our lives all bubbles rising
Effortlessly in an endless stream
Of time.
Gravity pulls and holds us
Yet still we rise,
A hint of the sublime
Within the mundanity of daily lives.
Over and over, in waking time
And, of course, in dreamtime
We break through, released
Only to be reborn within the stream.
Our lives each,
No matter how humble or exalted,
A mirror of the macrocosm
Within the microsphere.
As above, so below
Each in His divine image
And all of that,
And yet how easily we forget.
Our lives isolated, after all,
Within our bubbles. Yet over and over
In waking time, and, of course, in dreamtime
We break through, released.
Only to be reborn again
Within the stream.
What does that make us then
In all these bubbles?
An effervescent evanescence
Rising through
An endless dream
Of time.
(9/25/26)
Time seems to go faster, the older you get.
Your youth takes the hit.
Days go by.
Time won't stand still, no matter how hard I try.
Time has left me behind.
Perhaps a memory, in someone else's mind.
Days go by.
As the sun zips across the sky.
Kissing yesterday good bye.
I'm exactly where I need to be.
I see
The coming of tomorrow.
My land of no sorrow.
As far as I can see..
I was, maybe, never meant to be.
As the world passes me by.
I surely do try.
Not to cry.
As I make my way.
Through each day.
For me, life is a gift.
A smile gives the heart a lift.
Words in my head, float around
Silence, the absence of sound.
I refuse to place a knee on the ground.
I've taken life's best hit.
Still I refuse to quit.
Take a deep breath.
What is death.
Writing my rhymes.
Lost in past times.
I can still smile
No sense of style.
But I live.
Of my heart I give.
Lonely.
No one and only.
I don't mind.
I find.
Being left behind.
The more life passes me by.
The less I cry.
what will quench this thirst, this lust
and will I have the time I must
the sands of time are cruel, unjust
as time just crumbles, sand to dust
As I sit here in the dark,
the definition of life crosses my mind.
What if it were imaginary?
A memory of someone else's time,
As I contemplate the idea
That there would be no me without you
Sends a void space to the corners of my eyes.
Now the darkness that I didn't see
Becomes a light in my mind.
The mirror reflects,
a winter scene of regret,
inside home is cozy . . .
In thoughts I wander in time,
as ruby lips kiss his face . . .
Hold your fingers around my soul
as we tightly embrace our love
held as an eternal truth
where death has no meaning
and neither does time
for love's bond is stronger
and will last beyond the measurable
though we are suspended through eternity
it does not hold us
we are the holders of love's existence
the guardians that grace the faceless emotion
that we give a face
as we hold firmly onto each heartbeat's cadence
even as our flesh dries
and our belted arms grow tighter
merging us together in perpetuity
sealed and impenetrable
held in an armored manifestation
of love portrayed as permeant lovers
encased enduringly, frozen in time
never to be unfrozen
yellow slicker loves the rain
little girl’s ponytail bouncing along in time
white daisy petals drinking greedily
I visit her every once in a while
These letters I type are just a smile
As time goes past my memory last
Rarely showing pictures of the past
Missing her without the frown
That one day held the title clown
The lose was enormous and very loud
The love that I had passing like a cloud
As life chooses we lose the thing love
And reject the choice made from above
But with the slowly pass of time
The tears are lost and faith we find
To find her waiting would be very kind
I feel very fortunate to have the mind
And find her waiting in her place it time
Hoping in Heaven she could again mine
If money were time, I’d be cheap as hell,
For all earthly treasures I’d never sell.
For a rainy day,
I’d squirrel it away
From avaricious eyes - in a nutshell.
I would treat minutes as a pricey bill,
I would ration heirloom hours better still.
As it flies away
I would seize the day,
Scratch and save each fleeting year if you will.
In a piggy bank every sec I’d store,
I’d invest every moment, some and more.
I’d spend the last “dime”
On my precious time,
I’d live Here and Now like never before.
If time was currency would we be rich
Could we become outrageously spendthrift
Should we be gladly generous of heart
Tossing our dosh away, alike a dart.
Would friends surround us, if they had no time
Their currency gone on fine food and wine
At first class restaurants, only the best
Enjoying life's luxuries to excess.
Expecting handouts, on us to depend
Knowing that we'd plenty of time to spend
With currency growing fast, day by day
False friends will never, ever go away.
Good friends will share with you what’er they have
There’s no wondering or thinking of that
For whatever reason one's down on luck
They'd share their currency, no ifs or buts.
Born at 5:55,
It's the time I came alive,
I strive everyday to change,
Rearrange the way I see,
Each day is new to me,
Spiraling through eternity,
I was born to transform reality,
555 means change was meant to be,
Reminding me daily to strive,
Thrive within the unknown,
I've grown into what you see,
A tree of possibility,
Setting you free from the guilt,
Built into the program,
I am the change I want to see,
Living truthfully,
Fully embracing,
Each day I am facing,
Racing the clock,
Blocked by my old beliefs,
Relief is coming,
While you're becoming chief,
No thief can steal,
What you believe to be real,
Feel your way through,
You don't need to survive,
You were born to be alive,
Let 555 remind you,
You're the one who drives.
I'm a spy in the house of time.
I'm the fool in these words of rhyme.
'Twas there I saw in your blue eyes
the dawning of a rose sunrise.
Moonbeams once shone on tousled hair,
but I'd no longer be seeing you there.
Dancing dreams of chantilly lace
disappeared with the image of your face.
Like a ghost, ever wand'ring these halls,
I'm blinded to the writing on the walls.
In spectral form, walls, I cannot touch,
as even as your fingertips, I want so much.
Searching for a happier song,
wondering, where - in the world, I went wrong.
Find me in time, looking for an absent sign.
Tell me again that you'll be mine.
"In Time we trust.
Fate; foreknowing!
Resisting what heavy, pensive
Hangs in this place.
Confined as we are in The Now.
Dingy of face".
Proclaimed from out
A patient wait.
Heart's, temple-like. For what blows through
Fans, impassioned.
In whose light, sacred to Venus
Smiles envisioned!
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