Death of Dreams of Death
One by one all things must go
to the past, forgotten as we grow.
Dreams of grandeur fall by the way
put aside for another day.
Time to be and time to dream
a time to plan, a time to scheme.
Tomorrow is another day
we put aside in lieu of play.
Too far gone to realize
how distant now the dreamed of prize.
The hunger subsides as our eyes dim
the fever cools and dies within.
The death of dreams, as with all
becomes the dream, the final call.
With no regrets, we are all called home
as we write the final line in our tome.
(Stoic)
I look in the mirrow at the liines in my face, the hair turning gray and eyes growing
dim; Time takes it's toll as you grow old.
My body grows weak, and my mind is now dull. I turn away and think to myself,
where did all the time go. I long for the time when I was young, happy, and life was
sweet; I know soon my maker I will meet.
My friends now are few, and life holds little pleasure. I want to find a way to
recapture these treasures.
My child has grown up, and now is gone, my wife has passed on; I think I ponder,
oh what shall I do? I want someone to make me feel happy and free.
Perhaps tomorrow this will come to me; Until then I'll do all that I can, to try to stand
strong, and be a good man.
I look upon the distant past
To remember a smile and how it all went so fast
I see the pictures on the wall that we did amass
I search for your heart through the looking glass
I wanted to return to a time when things were safe and sane
So I took a trip with you down memory lane
With every thought of you I feel brand new
I shall think if the time we spent together my whole life through
The words we spoke meant a lot to me
They have made a difference and I’m very happy
I wanted to return to a time when things were safe and sane
So I took a trip with you down memory lane
I see the images of old gone quickly by
Lets relive them please wont you give it a try
Renew our connection like we did when we were young
With our hearts together and open like the sweetest song ever sung
I wanted to return to a time when things were safe and sane
So I took a trip with you down memory lane
Only time will tell if we will last
Only time will tell if we will ever forget our past
Only time will tell if there will be a new day
Only time will tell if someone will hear the words we pray
Only time will tell if we will enjoy the life we were given
Only time will tell if it’s all worth living
Only time will tell if there’s an end to our love
Only time will tell if there’s a heaven above
Only time will tell of the light will ever let us see
Only time will tell if we will follow our own destiny
Only time will tell if what we have learned will ever make us smart
Only time will tell if we will listen and follow our own heart
This is a journey of the mind
That travels through infinity
For all the thoughts left behind
Are needed for the last extremity
Time is like a winding tunnel
A vibrant flexuous underpass
That is elaborately exceptional
For the mind that’ll grasp it
Your inner soul is a passenger
Looking for its purpose
The literate mind surrenders
And knowledge becomes a must
Where is my destination
How far can time reach
There is no specific direction
For only time can teach
This is a continuous journey
With no beginning or end
You seem to travel indefinitely
And never reach the door that is opened
This is the travel of the mind
Though it appears to be far away
And ahead of you at all times
You find yourself understanding each day
This is a tremendous perplexity
For which we try to escape
By hiding parts of our reality
We never find a break
Those who sit and concentrate
Their mind is traveling far
There is a feeling you just can’t wait
To find out where you are
As I write of the mind
I know there’s no completion
This is a test that I find
To be of diversification
Florence McMillian (Flo)
To those who simply try to impress
I whisper Lord, cleanup this mess
the more they brag and I pretend
I feel so stupid ........ joining in!
Why do I smile when I don't care?
I feel so guilty... standing there
As diamonds sparkle on their hand
My love reflects a thin small band
It's time to change and avoid the fool
been a long time since middle school
So now politely... I walk away
"Good to see you! Have a nice day!"
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Contest: I am bored with__________
Sponsor: Linda Marie Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
Submitted by: Judy Konos
The element of time
is what you
make it
Time after time
I FALL back to SPRING forward again
What have I gained
Time is unchanged it remains the same
It doesn't matter where I go
Time shadows behind me
Taking up every minute in every day
Times... I wish time would go away
Give me a little more time and more space
Man has painted numbers by hand
Winds the clock time after time...again and again
Time, it will never stop
Just my time will end, and that is my life
Time is eternity the ever-last
I much rather keep time by a dandelion clock
It blows gently in the wind
To fall down and spring up again
God is timeless
Time as we know it... was made for man
Sometimes when I sink in my thoughts
I see the enchanting face of gone by years
In the wide open window of my heart
With my eyes blurred with gushing tears
When I take out my old albums to dust
And aimlessly turn over its pages
My mind is swept with a wave’s thrust
Drifting to the time of saints and sages
The time of serenity, peace and love
The time that is frozen in my album
Like glittering gems in a treasure trough
Like a fragrant rose’s ravishing blossom
Men and women with hearts of gold
Love, loyalty and purity of soul
Times when fidelities weren’t bought and sold
Amity and friendship were cherished goal
The glorious past now nowhere in sight
Greed and lust in forefront of mind
Licentiousness and lewdness give no respite
Kindness and sympathy nowhere to find
The earth plagued with demons of ugliness
Leaches and vultures, oppressors and tyrants
Sucking the blood and devouring with greediness
The flesh of oppressed, the infirm and infants
It is time for tyranny’s elimination
The call of vision is for me and you
Be a sword to slaughter the demon
Life to be spared of affliction and woe
February 20, 2011
Like colored leaves on a tree , some memories were set free...
Some say its better to cry, rather then keep it inside without a try..
It took months of bleeding and grieving as time played without seeing...
Now that I have held good and bad in one hand, I could write and still stand...
Laying out on paper all these hills and rough roads , for that time I was not a
prince just a miss guided toad...
My eyes see the rain behind the sunshine, if only for awhile it still keeps me
ahead in the line...
Tears now have melted in my face, left with small aged wrinkles and just a
hint of sadness as a trace...
Stories behind these eyes fill pages on my wall, each a step that reaches high
and keeps me from a fall....
The greatest weight we shall ever bear, are those hopes and dreams that we never
share. We toss, and turn while we fight those thoughts, and always consider the
things we’ve bought. What of others caught in our stream, why to change our
stroke would be so mean. The waiting hands reaching for their due, what of them
what can I do. A beast of burden was never my scheme, yet here I toil only to
dream. Truly, was life designed this way, always to slave the time away? The
chains, we forge, not others you see, it is our choice if we be free. Look not to feet,
if to soar your hope, for the path we walk no safety rope. The time we count on, no
guarantee, only freedom can set us free. “Fear is crippling.” Happiness that is the
only way, it really doesn’t matter what we have to pay. Are you happy??
Long time in my mind,
lost things I can not find.
Of yesterdays, being once here,
of things, I once held, so dear.
Wondering if I ever, ever again,
reclaiming the time of way back when.
The essences held true to my very heart,
keeping me, from completely, falling apart.
Knowing what is past, is forever past,
what use to be, doesn't really last.
Hurting for what is gone, is already gone,
concluding life, no matter, what goes on.
The time has come, a time so dear
For me to reflect my inner fear
A time for feelings to be expressed
In a time that I am truly distressed
Time is the question
Time is the answer
Joys and happiness are hopes of the day
Like patience for reality are here to stay
A happy tomorrow, if I may
Will be the first truth, to which I will obey
Time is the question
Time is the answer
Lies are spoken, some are mislead
Battles for which have caused many adead
Returning therein, to the place of rest
While the evil return to their place of quest
Time is no question
Time is no answer
Time is a passing phase
Which leads to disaster
Stand in witness, yes you indeed
You reading have decreed
Your hands alone turn the pages of the past
But in the eyes of TIME, you are the last
only time can stop
this spin I'm in
hot desert winds
blowin against my skin
bringing it to the surface
only time can stop
these thoughts that flow
like a faucet with a leak
or the Niagara Falls
the sea into the ocean
only you can stop
this heart that pounds
like the loud beat of a drum
a hammer coming down
echoes of what is lost
a loud aching sound
Advice to the me I used to be:
Always take time for poetry.
To say what you need to say
take pen in hand and play.
Somehow find the way
and time to write.
My advice
to you,
write.
Don't worry about what others say
don't hurry through your busy day.
Sometimes life gets in the way,
no time's left in your day.
Take the time to write
despite this bite
You will thrive
if you
strive.
Please grant yourself this small concession
take some time for self expression.
Take the time to pen a poem
just to let your mind roam;
take a little time
to find the rhyme.
Find the time
to rhyme,
now.
written for: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.Contest: "A JOURNEY BACK IN TIME"
I cork the past in a bottle
tossing it into the sea
watch it as it drifts
far away from me
one last time I turn away
sauntering down the beach
this time the bottle doesn't come back
it stays adrift at sea
better for knowing all I know
then living in a dream
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