Long About time Poems
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What is the value of time
The price of a tick or a tock
Some people say, "Time is money"
Yet they're always watching their clock
A clock shows time is passing or past
Look now and then look later
But clocks have a face with moving hands
And look nothing like a calculator
We know that time has value
Cause it's what we desire the most
Maybe not while we're wasting it
But certainly when death comes close
When trying to accomplish a feat or a task
Are you concerned with the time it takes
Instead of doing it regardless of time
You're thinking about time you could waste
I'll leave you to think on my favorite quote
This one's a little more pleasant
Yesterday is the past, tomorrow's the future
Today's a gift, that's why it's called the PRESENT
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Based on quotes by William Penn, John Wooden and Bill Keane
The braying of horses
of the Knights
Of the Saints of thieves
and thugs
The winepress of propaganda
is waning
And there is no more to draw
from
The silhouettes' of darkness is
fast fading
The dawning of truth is fast
approaching the horizon
The rainbow brightening the sky
again
The skies are clearer now, that
the hubris is come
The dawn, the unfamiliar quietness
the hush
The shadows are merging into
one wholesome
It is noon; midday at the equator.
It's about time for the blame game
to end
But it has only just began more awaits
us citizens
The cards are on the deck, waiting to
be reshuffled
Hush! hush!! It's the Nigerian poker
please keep quiet.
For better or worse
For good or for bad
In sickness or in health
In riches or in poverty
On good days and bad
When she drives you mad
When he has made you sad
When nothing makes you glad
When you think speaking is a must
When you bite your tongue to avoid the fuss
When you are cold and she is hot
When he’s looking old and you are not
When you have money to buy a lot
When you must keep what you’ve got
To have and to hold
In the heat and in the cold
From when we are young until we grow old
Never to fold no matter what you’ve been told
Committed to the beast and the beauty
When it’s pretty and when it’s ugly
When your words are few
And no one cares for your point of view
When your opinions are right, with lips tight
You still must sit and stew
When you should speak up and be heard
Or when you are quiet as a mouse
Or when the home has turned
Into just another house
When the house is cold inside
And it’s not just you
When words like honey, sugar, and sweetie pie no longer seem due
When you have fits and fights and want to quit
It’s about time we all get a clue
Wr02/2007;Post122615;PoSpCtest, A Cheerful Rhyme, Gauthier032820
HAPPINESS
Happiness is like an exultant state of mind
A temporary escape from the daily grind
Sadness is blown away by a timely breeze
And it’s certainly about time, if you please
It is such a feeling of joy beyond measure
One revels in that most welcome pleasure
But one wonders if there’s a price to pay
Maybe sadness will return to have its day
It’s a balance then, between up and down
White or black, and not that greyish brown
With a dull life lived in that in-between state
Waking each morning and it’s not that great
So, be one to seek and experience extremes
If you don’t get it yet, rely on your dreams
I was diagnosed with cancer today
and my doctor sadly turned his head
as he walked away.
The usual speech about chemo was read
and then radiation was discussed as he
as a doctor was lead.
When he was done, he looked at me and
said well honey in the days ahead there
will be more information to come.
He asked, How do you feel about what I just
said?
I smiled at him and said, Well Doc; I don't
have an answer for that right off the top of
my head. We stand a chance if we start real
soon, but know that at this stage there is a
a little gloom.
In that moment fear left my mind and I started
to for once think about time. Time with my family
and time for a bucket list but most of all I felt
there was no time for the things I had already
missed.
I shook his hand and thanked him for his care
and I left the office with that thousand yard stare.
So much to do and so much to say but for me it
would not be today.
Today I will go the ice cream shop and eat that
that thousand calorie banana boat my doc called
slop. Then to the ocean where childhood grew and
fish like crazy before the tide withdrew.
I made my mind up I would not fall apart and that
today is when my life would have a brand new start.
A few minutes ago, a loud text alert startled
me and woke me up, and yawing
I fell off my comfortable, canopy bed:
a heartbreaking message appeared
on my black IPhone, I started shaking,
" Pretty boy, I'm leaving for sunny California,
it's about time you had a night of insomnia! "
Little sleep I got and screaming
my nightmare got really worse:
" Did she really wanted to forget
me along with her birthday,
not thinking of that red rose
I would have brought today? "
I refused to hear her untrue voice...
but her sad words kept on echoing!
Coughing out a poisonous disease,
I felt relieved from the sharp pain...
one last thing I had to do to make
her goodbye melt quicker than any snowflake
by opening the secret box so cold to the touch
and unearth: a sentimental treasure
never darkened by a speck of dust;
I found no interest or pleasure in reading
those long letters slowly turned by the April breeze...
awesome words of past deceit that no longer please!
I have bought a ticket to LA to take her back by being cool;
by morning, I will be flying with the iron will not to beseech;
no, my arrival won't be a pleasant surprise by any means!
She thought I would have given up on her like any other fool;
no, sweetheart you are the gold that still lures and glitters,
you are the beautiful glow of the sunset over Newport Beach!
Entered in Laura Lee's contest,
" Combination Of Three Words "
Written on 12/ 31/ 2015
In a tranquil guess, i charge my mind to a task
of a simple question about time and day
and I further asked, of what month shall we call bliss?
my mind in response to my inquisitive thoughts
relatively did not answer but left some clues
there is a month that bears absolute peace
to all class of humanity
that month brings about joyous gatherings
hence make you feel wealthier than the wealthy
your innermost being embraces calmness
that you will question from what source comes so much bliss
the air will advocate tranquillity in large volume
the month that leaves Africa air-conditioned even without electricity
The very month the world celebrate His Birth
I guess that is your best month in a year
What can I say about time
that hasn't already been said?
With far more eloquence than this
by people who are all long dead
It seems I've misplaced a day
Or two, I'm really not sure
The weeks are all blending together
and I cannot keep track anymore
Some friends have recently gone
down into that final goodnight
For a lifetime they'd been by my side
til they vanished, one by one, from sight
One long ago February day
my mother departed too soon
Once again that cold date approaches
under a waxing crescent moon
While reflecting on her passing
a hard truth confirmed all my fears
How could I have been so damned careless?
It seems I've misplaced twenty years
Michael Wise
1/13/26
I spoke and you didn't hear.
I need to turn up the volume,
Why are you so obtuse?
Hold up! Pass da mic.
You want me to listen
But you speak "at" and not to!
I hear your long words,
You are very educated.
But you have lost touch,
with people and reality.
Love and care is action.
You have forgotten how,
to connect and feel.
You look at me like I'm
another species.
Am I not human?
Let me educate you,
what is a world without
love?
It's about time you come,
to my side of the tracks.
What you will find is "you"
we all are "one" apart of
the human race.
I don't have much money
as you, but I'm still rich.
The wealth that I have
is more valuable than
all yo riches!
I'm out!
And I “dropped da the mic”
2-15-19
Alexis Y.
We attended Ava, our granddaughter’s, birthday party
as has been our yearly routine
This one, however, reminded us how fast time flies…she just turned 13.
Ava is our youngest grandchild…which means, if you’re keeping score,
none of our four grandchildren…are children anymore.
And again we had to wonder about time
Yes, we’ve been there to watch her grow
but there are moments every now and then when you ask
Where…did the time go?
Time is a funny thing is it not?
a continuous ocean of change
We can’t make sad moments move off swiftly
We can’t make happy moments remain…
It seems the best we can do as we’re carried by her waves…is open our eyes wide
and as time unfolds before us…sit back and enjoy the ride…
So as we watched Ava at her party…It wasn’t the teenager we chose to see
No, we spent some time remembering…the child she used to be.
Looking back across that ocean…remembering moments that endear….
moments we’ve been lucky to share…for these last 13 years
We’ve spent as much time with Ava as the waves of time would allow
and though we’re still a part of her life…we’re more observers now…
And that is as it should be…for as the people in her life increase…
When it comes to her life…
like her birthday cake
we’re just happy to have a piece.