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Time is your life and life is your time
As we enter the later years of our lives we start questioning our mortality and not how long we have left to live but how long left before we die
When we are younger, we thought that life and time do not go together
And we had plenty of time to live our lives
We measured our life in years and the things we had to do in time, we would say things like, 'I have years left in me yet', and that I have plenty. time for that
But now the years and the time have changed places. We realise that we no longer have the time to do things because we have no idea how long we have left. It could be hours days, weeks or months
So instead of “how many years do we have left on this earth”, it is “how much time do we have” left
We then are full of the what ifs and the would of could of should of Regretting the things we put off because we had a lifetime to do it
Well, now we understand that life has passed us by faster than we anticipated and time has flown. We were born to live, but we were also born to eventually die
This is what we do: we trundle through our life, not thinking of what the future holds, only of what there is now at this moment in time, and we don’t think about our lives in years to come
We then realise that we have not done everything that we wanted to do In our lives,
because we did not have the time, and as we have left it undone, we still don’t have the time
Don’t live your life in time. Don’t put things off until tomorrow. What you can do today, as tomorrow just might be too late
*1 Thessalonians 5:16-17 (NKJ)
“Singulis diebus studeam meliorem esse hominem quam heri fui." Latin for
"Each day I strive to be a better person than I was yesterday." ~The Poet ~
Some mountains seem impossible to climb
The summit is always reached one step at a time.
Let me tell you that when there is a specific goal we seek
We must clear our mind of just two days of the week.
Yesterday with its sorrows, worries and mistakes
Just erasing it from your mind is all it takes.
Tomorrow literally does not exist yet, for any one.
Few things are guaranteed except for the rising of the sun.
We cannot say for sure what will happen, we have no control.
Tomorrow’s are our future, unknown if we’ll reach our goal.
Consider today when deciding how our efforts are placed.
Don’t let yesterday and tomorrow become interlaced.
No sense regretting yesterday and fearing tomorrow.
This will most likely lead to continuing sorrow.
Today is the day that needs your attention.
Keep it optimistic without any dissension.
The Bible states it is God’s will to rejoice always.*
Enriching not only our lives, spreading joy for all ‘todays’.
Living a life that’s true to yourself, letting today be all the more.
Yesterday is over, Tomorrow God has it’s key, Today has the floor.
The boat slowly turned at an unmarked waterway,
and foliage dropped behind us like a curtain of green;
as we glided between vegetation thick as a screen,
everything was shades of green as civilization fell away.
Thoughts of my altruistic devotion was beginning to sway,
I had come to this wild place unseen;
now I was regretting as I took a drink from my canteen,
the real truth- my deep fear I was trying to downplay . . .
Thousands of sounds and birds were loudly shrieking,
and the dark slimy water held no reflection;
I took a deep gulp- courage and words seeking,
I wanted to proclaim loudly- CHANGE direction, please!
Because, I swear this place is horrible and reeking,
and for jungles it seems I have no affection . . .
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April 5, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-521-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Ruffles of sand that flash before my eyes in every waking moment
Oceans of blue that briefly lift and meet mine
My plain, brown eyes, that would blend in the mud
And my clothes that never lose the scent of pine
Versus his hoodies and the gold chain that hangs around his neck
Or the glasses that come and go upon his nose,
His brain, or the fact he shares a name
With the boy who hurt me the most.
When I stand surrounded, I look for him
Watching the door, hoping to see his hesitant gait
And the way he shoves his hands in his pockets
Seemingly content to stop, watch, and wait.
When the day fades to night, and the crickets cease to chirp
It’s him who haunts me when I lie awake in bed
Replaying each little interaction
And regretting the things that i never said.
Every corner of my mind stays aware
Of how fragile our tether will be
If I allow myself to stare into those oceans of blue
A single wave would wash us out to sea.
So silent I sit whenever he comes around
The fear that I keep protects my fractured heart
Injured, but not quite broken
By a love that didn’t start.
HONORABLE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry June 26
Contest Prompt: Tactile
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we watch red petals on velvet couch fall
pistils are blood cells raw opened
falling on white cushion watching
grey feathers from parrot fly satin
mohair filaments shy shiver wet
eating figs we tactile break juicy
stroking —
knifed you one loaf for eight
near and far you are my star
crazed or tranquil polishing brass
fingers tactile over my belly
sailing oceans with oil spills floating
ship hull slip waters feeling cold
stroking —
fish dying as gills ooze dna crawling
king then peasant or poet, know it
I feel skin tactile eating figs sticky
weaving words regretting regression
how you escape depths, visceral mate
Persephone presses for ocean peaches
stroking —
slippery scales tactile move slimy
sailors breaking bread on a blue deck
forefingers stroke thumb touching nerves
I watch enthralled tactile oysters slipping
shore with pink shrimp crawl urging
cell membranes stretch, waves rippling
stroking —
lick it
tactile
tender
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You could say that life is a lot of leavings, departures, waving goodbyes, saying goodbye-regretting that you didn’t say I love you enough times or the last thing you did say to someone was a bit harsh, or hurried.
You could look at a parent and say really all they were doing was preparing you for all the leavings and partings ahead of you. Maybe trying to cushion the pain?
And indeed, that is a parent’s job. To get you out of the nest, to start your life, to get you going, to push you forward holding the back of the bike and then let go giving you that glorious feeling of independence, balance and freedom. And then maybe to pick you up and dust you off when you fell and then put you back on the bike.
And of course, when you’re young you don’t really think about all this, until you are on your own, trying to find your way, handle your broken heart, figure out how to pay your rent.
For me even though we were miles apart in some ways and very close in others, Dad was a constant.
Now he is a reminder of the incredible speed that life travels, its weird acceleration, and the real importances within it. And that love is, as uncomfortable, smothering as it may seem at times coming from a parent, is a steady but wobbly rudder that keeps us going forward.
Thanks, Dad, for loving me, us, all of us and helping us with the game of life.
The last years I always left you with a hug, a kiss and I love you. Maybe I learned that lesson from you.
I love you. Peace.
She lies in silence in her corner room,
so restless in the center of her bed,
recalling vows she made so long ago.
"For better for worse"--sweet words she said.
"For richer for poorer," she had vowed.
"Love, honor, and obey" came from the heart.
Their lives became as one; their beings joined.
How could such unity be torn apart?
How many evenings has she sat alone
and asked her soul-deep questions of the night,
here in her little corner of their world
where shattered dreams might be imagined right?
He sits in silence in another room
in his domain for evening's retreat,
recalling one fine day so long ago
when promises and kisses were so sweet.
The golden bands, the wedding cake, her lace--
bright images of love that's just begun--
grew dim with time, and oneness slowly died
like waning brightness of the setting sun.
How many evenings has he sat alone
and wrestled with the loneliness he feels,
here in his little corner of their world,
regretting what his shadowed thoughts reveal?
written over thirty years ago
December 30, 2018, entered in Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry
Marathon, Mile 7 Placed 9th of 10
Date: October 8, 2020
Contest: Impress Me with an Old Poem (002) Placed 5th
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
September 15, 2021
Entered in the "L" Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsor: Constance La France
Sometimes, breaking – there is a sense of God’s love
Stirring – bleeding through the shadows,
In silhouettes of gladness – a dance with the wonderful,
Silencing all the dark’s promises, remembering only
Soft trembling of an ache, the feeling
Falling around me in flames, fires fed by insecurities,
Fires fed by pain – this is the breaking that feels like
A hopeless need, pleading to be erased by the music of grace,
The music, played with truth and making a way for beauty,
Beautiful souls soothing…
Sometimes, a light – glistening with the joy, the experience
Knowing what it means to walk away, free from the mourning,
Embraced by the sound – like rain falling,
gentling the moments
When the feelings bleed into my spirit –
Whispering faith, singing of praise, prayers
Pleading for His wisdom, His way, His understanding embrace,
The music of a faith far surer – far more durable than I can think –
This is the faith that comes from knowing what it means to love,
Love without thinking – without any rejecting or neglecting,
Without regretting…
This is love, love from the heart who trembles to be adopted
By the spirit who I need, Him – The ONE, the spirit who needs only…
To be given the opportunity to give freedom – to give
Without reason, without any reason… perfect love, perfect freedom
Love so alive it feels like it is almost tangible, more than a feeling
Yet, never a possession – it is more than physical, more than eventual,
More than a blessing…
Even in my heart, the darkness clinging – fighting the temptations,
I resist so I can see the moment when my heart is met with His kiss,
The moment when I know Him better than I could have ever imagined,
Because He is the One my heart beats after –
the One my heart believes
Forevermore… He is the ONE I love with a heart that He chose,
a heart That He loves…
Even my heart knows – the miracle of God,
the miracle of overwhelming
Love!
A PLEA TO THEE
Hung down,
Open
To bleed my spirit
Forth.
My life
Continues
In shocks of pain like
Fire striking
Feet up through limbs
And spine to a screaming
Brain,
A cursing anger procedes,
Followed by my guilt-
Ridden soul regretting
My voice lacking gratitude
For the trial
— this one after
all those others —
For God’s mysterious ‘tho righteous
Reasons
On this path I am passing through…
While given His grace of strength
To endure…Withstand the jolts as
They keep coming humbling, blessing me,
And stiffened, shocked weak,
I plead, “Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy, please. Please.”
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(c) sally Young Eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to God
An update blog about my health to follow this.
My Mother just asked me ?
What is my biggest regret ?
It took me a while to think
But then it came to me
I suppose its the fact that i never got to marry
Or that i do not have any children of my own
They say be careful what you wish for
Sorry to be cheesy and quote a well known song
Regrets ive had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did it my way
Just like Saturday follows Friday
We all have to come to terms with facing the final curtain
And regrets will probably be at the top of all our wish list
But won't be the things we will surely miss
The only thing I hope and pray for I will ever miss
Is not my regrets but my family and friends
That stand beside me as i take my final decent
As my time on earth comes to its inevitable end
Live life and regret rather what you did do
Rather than spend your life regretting what you didnt do