Time is not lineal – in fact,
often stops and starts with
the pendulum of the heart
races ahead when joy
suffering can latch on and
drag with all the sympathy
of a rabid pit-bull – or divorce
lawyer
don’t know that I want to imagine
eternity – thinking it best I leave
that burden to God....
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All Refrains Are Not Poetry
We refrain from thinking of Time
as a limited commodity; but for
mortals, it may very well be. We tan
away on beaches, the Crap Tables
of Vegas – arguing with our loved
ones – tick, tick, tick. Overworking
can be negative. “Take time to be Holy” --
We imagine a blessed eternity to
compensate for questionable predilections.
Wasting of Time. Wasting of Time.
Tall steeples and stained glass pictorials
are spiritually transcending. Let’s hope,
if there is a heaven, that heaven is
yet indulgent of vintage intoxications.
I like to give all things
living personality --
wind, for instance, not just
complex science
but conscious velocity --
mindfully determining its own speed
and direction...
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Time is not all lineal
you know --
I often travel freely back
and forth,
casual jogs over stored memories --
The good ones require no careful stepping
While the bad can be minefields --
I wonder how you recall me?
Perhaps a mixture of pain and pleasure?
An occasional vintage along with the bicarbonate
Like those deeply grooved records we wildly
Danced to:
My confession, I yet listen to them…
Thinking fondly of you, ignoring the hisses and
Scratches. To be young again would be enough!
Time is not lineal
The back of memory
past relived
future imagined --
Time is mind, and mind
Has its own compass and
Essence Navigator.
Love is a perfect example
When perfected, all directions
At all times,
Ever present in the mind and
Heart of man
His Manifest Christ --
Time is Spirit
And spirit is timeless….
The yearly line I chose to change course
is a self-afflicted wound
that bleeds each day, as I travel
the universe that spins in darkness
on its journey through the blackness of space
a second, a year, does not matter
if finding a reason to nurture my soul
comes once a year, in the form of wishes
to be met that are useless
where reason is held far beyond
the time I measure
in the lineal thread of changing light
until I measure a new year
where the seed of failure is planted once again
God moves in straight circles
in rounded lineal
pointless points
at the sharp of blunts
we are slow to catch on
racing about
on oil and ice
a fat ass can be
a saving grace
God loves
Thank God
Time... is a transcendental sense of being
which exists in a perpetual passing that's relative
in a ceaseless motion that never moves
where tomorrows vanish and today becomes past
Time is an interval traveled across dimensions
of lineal value
of what is felt and what is unknown
like the timeless sensation of a kiss
measured in lengths of whispered breath
and heartbeats
Time is the gravity of yearning between lovers apart
as eyes meet from a distance
and moments become duration undivided
It is the scale used when seasons change into seasons
and movements are counted in days
into perpetuity
time is beyond our understanding
that we move within
using clock hands as reality
as we feel what can never be touched or measured
only imagined
except for the unbroken space
between birth and death
Sometimes in life, one needs a map to find a destination.
Relying on such a tool can cause a slight defendant relation.
There are times that one might ponder the meaning of existence.
On this journey of trial, error, joy, and pain, one prime element is persistence.
Ignorance of man's law still constitutes being liable,
Therefore it is wise to use references within the Holy Bible.
Pages of the word and lineal heritage abide within,
solutions to problems can be found in the Bible, it's the best place to begin.
Be not dismayed by arrows that fly by day or fire that consumes by night,
for utilizing the scriptures helps in manifesting superior insight.
When lost or dismayed about which way to go,
the use of the scriptures will help you to grow.
Have the humility of the earth, which can be molded into any shape,
and have complete faith in God and his spirit will emanate as wine from the grape.
The consequences of life will work out fine with proper deductions,
when assembling something for the first time, one needs a book of instructions.
No path is limited, to one mold
fits all journeys – no footsteps a
lineal trail followed or forged~our individual
universes a swirl of infinite mazes, each one
the Father and Mother of
its own invention...we evolve into
our own accidental and willed offspring....
there are no outlets...
even the runoffs, ever further
in....
Nobody here delivered to be deaf
And introvert of his stools
Life is the bunch of roses
Fruitful to smells and holds for precious
Letting any motion mining marigolds
Of their flowers fairy blossoms
Blooming to stage of groans
To be very present,be like ocean:
Ergo,for if that frozen to them
I shall swims to swarms stream
With a marshy I mingled on
And groans to my inspirational dreams
Daubing them into Colossus crisps
And suffice of my life lineal layers.
© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
There are no circles
in life...yet, history
does seem to repeat itself,
entering in and out the
same doors of experience—
though each house swept clean
they are never
fully sanitized.
We are lineal
(my apologies to Einstein)--
past can be viewed, analyzed
but when observed becomes
a new reality: for nothing is
what we see, and more
the example
of who we are….
Painfully the heart beats the chest,
Ember of lineal segregation will come out,
And the ripping blaze of fire will engulf,
Communal harmony consummating peaceful coexistence gulf,
Executing ethnicity, caste, creed and religion smithereens.
Patriot’s spirit yields serene backdrops,
Everyone permanently scribbling down the tales,
And if we don’t improve the stories,
Coming generations will be forced to clean up our mess,
Ending up in the question “what is peace?”
Peace is simply forgiveness,
End of hate, war or violence,
Abstinence of using violence to show our emotions,
Calming silence,
Endeavor to have unity in diversity.
Portrayal of Kenya’s flag is peace,
Entailing every magic spell of her climate, history and culture,
Appraised by her quick succession of seasons,
Culminated by the gentle sun and benign rain that softens the mind,
Endorsing peace naturally.
Wishing a peaceful 2017 General Elections in Kenya.
The Queen
obvious to all who dare notice,
knows no peer.
Drones rush in to orbit in frenetic
sublimation; workers dutifully push
the floor buttons of departure
destinations,
releasing squadrons of gatherers
eager to conquer cubicles of source
data.
The Queen with mysterious grace,
wisely chooses reproduction mates
with visionary lineal accomplishment;
handheld devices whir complex
commands.
......not a word uttered
in the elevator.
04/06/16
Night was closing in.
The blind time-
will start eating fire.
A little less than demigods-
they will shuffle on ‘I’ and ‘we’.
An absence-
now speaks, grabbing
the breasts of a nude.
Here lies the god matter:
the lineal descent of creation.
What was holding you
to the unwanted fallout?
The meaning-
of life was same
as that of death.
A chaos-
will bring the silence of stars.
Let us forget the chest,
till the heart bleeds
and stardust fills your eyes.
Satish Verma
Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society.
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination.
A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the characteristic of vocation.
To command inhabited Living, to obtain Ledger of human grace,
Aristocrat, Barbarian excommunication, excellence of allocation.
Mom says,’ Son’ go and sleep’ rising Sun brings bounded calculation’.
Intensive, restraint viscosity reliance, consciousness of annihilation,
A grain roaster, provocative nobler, a big bundle of convocation.
Bubbling well being blazed meandering futurist contrivance face,
A winnover shabby, recommital mumpish, a rational versification.
A readymade self imposed Leader fatal solubility calcumination.
Mum says,’ Son, ‘go and sleep, optimist opportunist evaluating eternity’.
Mom never says,’ son, ‘go and fight’ recarnation is a mean formality’.
DREAM CATCHER (for Andrea)
Lover of the sonnet she
And fond also of Etheree
Has her certain way with words
That one may catch semantically
I ken she is a kindred soul
Our lineal eddies mingle flow
And seek out those who listen close
That we all might dream-catching go
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