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Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man,"
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Time, a poltergeist whisper
slipping through the cracks
Moments shimmer
akin to Petunia petals aloft,
a hypnotic dance —
ephemeral yet priceless.
Time waits for no one;
haven't you felt its rush?
Time waits for no one —
It simply drifts away.
With each tick, clocks transform
into the fabric of history—
you seize fleeting seconds
as if they could stretch forever.
Wilted Orchids echo
forgotten dreams,
pulled by unseen forces
upon a canvas of memories.
Each speck of time,
a mason's chipped work.
Harmonic motions dim
in the palms of eternity;
calming breezes frown
upon autumn’s sunlit glow.
No one halts time—it surges on!
It speeds faster than a blink.
Nostalgia weaves itself
around crystal vessels,
while moonflower garlands
bloom amid hazy dreams.
Tattletale smiles escape
into hollow nights—
a foggy embrace
filled with haunting whispers and grins.
Tulips muted bluish—gray
etch their tale in time’s shore.
Embrace winter’s trudge
and find solace unvexed:
surf through waves of magic
knowing love beams bright.
Galumph through life
daring despite harsh fates:
vagabond dreams vaudeville
within flummoxed hearts;
a rainbow palette spreads
beneath a hammock sky.
No matter what, it lies ahead.
After passing, it's futile to cling on.
Desolation puckers beneath
the glistening dew decline,
an abyss where bleeding
wrists are fodder for worms.
A sycophantic squire crafts
kismet kernels stripped—
flesh ripped by careless slips,
losing grip on whispers;
breaths juggle surly skies,
sharp as bleak thorns.
From cradle to grave,
We've learned —
that time is wealth
we must cherish.
Darkness veils endless roads,
plummeting in twilight throes.
tangled fears mimic
Dionysus amphetamine highs—
brimstone offers esoteric solace
that straddles the magnetic edge.
Whispers eviscerate as they swirl,
amber kisses across fallen stars.
Crocuses bloom in purple
while goldfinch trill
yellow celandine riddles.
Employ your edge before it fades.
Everyone longs for plenty of time.
You can't carry time with you
money cannot reclaim lost time.
Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count)
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I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is!
Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not much of wiz!
Then as a faltering toddler I started my slow and waddling walk!
With some more effort at finding words, I could get into small talk!
The real excitement began as I turned into an ever restless child!
My curiosity became insatiable and my imagination grew so wild!
I felt everything was possible to achieve, just as I wanted to do!
They would know I could work great wonders as soon as I grew!
I questioned everything they told and challenged the folks around!
To me all could have been discovered, but only if they had found!
When turbulent teens dawned on me, I'd a burst of immense vigor!
My mind got as sharp as a saber and I demanded proofs with rigor!
When I was told what's wise to do I asked to convince me why it's so!
Why should I walk all my life in a set rut, without moving too and fro?
After all anyone who had discovered anything had gone a new way!
Some of that was planned ahead, the rest of it was uncharted sway!
I had raging and unruly emotions of love, dislike, anger, and devotion!
I knew I'm the best and said so, though not intending self promotion!
I learnt so much more and faster than I ever could have done before!
I believed I am already a professor, not a freshman or a sophomore!
With my energy exceeding my mass, my desires exceeding my time!
I insisted everything I said or did had a coherent reason and rhyme!
Becoming an adult tampered me down, cooling off my red-hot zeal!
I realized life was a tough test for which like raw iron I must anneal!
With patience reigning in my outbursts and my wisdom getting ripe!
I realized my limitations and heard others' opinions without a gripe!
I accepted that whatever I had learned told me so little about world!
The boundaries of the unknown were boundless all said and heard!
I fell in love to last forever with my life partner and my true soulmate!
Not quite like the attractions before that had hovered by mental state!
The essence of life was revealed to me as giving more than receiving!
Standing by my loving family and dear friends, without ever deceiving!
I had a girl for company.
She answered to the name, Time.
It was love at first sight;
who else could've a girl like mine?
Moments we lived in, were dreams
We spoke through thoughts, no words to tell.
She was a pretty witch
& I was cast under her spell..
An elixir in flesh and bone;
her voice thrilled me, her warmth filled me.
My skin longed for her touch, enticing;
a moment's caress can surpass eternity.
Lady Luck roared, my aims soared;
I had aspirations now.
I got used to Her appraisals;
drunk on her fortunes..& how!
My aims soared, my demons roared,
"She's wasting your life away!!
Share your life with some better lass
and ditch her, without delay."
Thus my gal Time, I did show the door.
I then sought ambition's hand.
Success & fame, all went and came;
for them, I was a one-night-stand.
Smashed by sadness, I searched for company.
Looking afar,'twas Time, I could tell.
She walked alone, roaming in solitude.
Was I missing, in her life as well?
And so I called out to her,
"Blinded by ambition, our love I did kill.
These wounds I'd like to heal,
so we can be lovers still.."
Desperation drove me after her.
Untrodden paths, my feet did pound.
I felt, she was just a mirage:
why did she not turn around?
Blind to all around me,
I stumbled, on objects unknown.
And fell tumbling, towards a stream,
where to me, my thirst was shown.
Exhausted, leaden limbs
dragging myself to the edge, I drank.
Thirst quenched, I looked in
to see a face staring back..
I took a closer look to see:
alas, it's my own image.
Fingers worn out by fatigue.
A face ravaged by age..
Then I felt my own weight on me;
my body defeated, paralysed.
'twas then, that Time came to me;
It was her all along, I realised.
"Oh, what a fool, you've been.
With your eyes, could you have not seen?
That I'm time, itself, past, present, and what is to be;
forever young, if with me, you had always been.."
"When you had me, you had all of time;
to chase ambitions, night and day.
Erase absolute blunders, at a moment's passing!
For time was yours, here to stay.."
"Don't you know time and tide, wait for none?.
When you left me, you wasted time away.
So when you started chasing me again,
did you expect, forever young, you'd stay?"
(an older poem rewritten)
fertilization upon ovule
via spermatozoa automatically
gearing linkedin anticipated birth
especially upon confirmation conception
did sex seed
after numerous attempts dispelled dearth
as probable odds
finally wrought hardy sea men
to stoke the womb
spelling biological chances
that, fecund female will evince swollen girth
the longest time tested oven since humans
found warmth
amidst flint stoned sparked hearth
and fraught with utmost joy
at prospective parent hood
which, (lemme here
collective soulful sigh of relief)
that *****Sapiens
durability foretold tubby good
thenceforth extra mouth
to feed necessitated larder of food
which harvests
must be plenti full to appease gods,
and bank on siblings
to beget appreciable brood
hence existence extant for millennia
fastened tight like umbilical cord
sustaining potential life in utero
in due time dilating cervix will a ford
signal (predicated on natural bio rhythms),
whence that cub hoard will be a saving grace
(amazingly innate survival skills) noel lord
could ever conceive,
an instinctual attribute moored
within early forebears of modern mankind,
an explicit genetic haversack
microscopically pitch perfect (NON GMO,
gluten free trade) blend poured
with just the exact consistency,
flexibility, and resiliency
(in case a lion, tiger or bear roared)
as adrenaline pumped woman within family way
to escape let incubating progeny shored
when time and tide informed clandestine
cherished, fortified, prized oh ward
whence healthy birth of baby feted,
festooned with garlands engineered ahead
reflecting golden halo
akin to a ring of bright waters
thence new born and maternal figure
ferreted nested in feathered bed
which, didst double up when dread
locked spar ring human,
whence grim reaper got fed
another mortal, which body froze
with rigor mortis heavier like a led
zeppelin versus when person alive in stead
no heroic measures extant
when grim reaper came quick
advent chore of early primates could not treat nor trick
the scythe lent hooded body snatcher
as candle box didst flickr
burning down tallowed wick.
I try to describe my self,
To ascertain who I actually am.
To uplift the self,
I finally have to give a damn.
I always wished to pen,
Just didn’t know as to when,
And how to ascertain,
A shot that’s nowhere to end.
Wow! I am this,
Oh! Why don’t I know that!
Yipee! I have it,
Grrrr! Why can’t I try that.
I wanted to be free,
I wished I had a special she.
But all would be in a spree,
Once you get a money-tree.
But ain’t I got one in the yard,
So better I, now again, work hard,
Since that’s how I can make it that far,
To transform my life into a beautiful card.
Then I planned a lot,
But t’was the following that I did not.
Yet always I wanted to crack the pot,
On the first shot,
At the very spot.
What I forgot,
Was to plan a plot,
That targets a dot,
On the pot,
For the shot.
I dreamt of many a thing,
But ain’t I got nothing,
Wonder why???
Well that’s obvious unless you try.
Within I tried to inculcate,
The passion and spirit to fight.
But long did I wait,
The fire failed to ignite.
There were times when I cried,
Somehow wished someone by my side,
Off my heart, tears continued to slide,
But never I let them to my eye,
T’was then I realized,
For none wait the time and tide.
Life to some is a cage,
To some an empty page,
And to many, about wage,
But to me……it’s a big stage,
Where you got to perform,
With and all your form,
So as to leave a mark,
For the later age,
One that’s never to be erased.
In my note,
On every page,
I try to quote,
With all my rage,
In pursuit to control my age,
And free the self from all bondage.
So from everyone did I brush aside,
And finally chose to decide,
To get rid of my conflicting side,
Of my heart, I made a divide,
And individualized every side,
Then, finally, I chose to fly,
With a side,
That would get me high.
As such, I resolved,
Before life’s dissolved,
To use my reynold,
And get the self evolved.
Now a balloon I inflate,
With the smoke from fire that isn’t so bright,
But believe that’s enough for my initial flight,
Coz am …….determined to FIGHTTTT.
Form:
Do you know how important the role of a father is?
Its as important as that of a mother.
Either in office or at home,
He is always able to manage it in one go.
The long years he spends and puts into his hard work,
Just for the betterment of himself and his family members.
As soon as his child in this devastating Earth is born,
A father becomes even more happy than a farmer seeing his harvested corn.
Its he who is always tensed about his child’s career,
Always running hither and thither for his/her luxurious future.
The golden values that he teaches
The great experiences that he shares,
Are the unique ones which can only be found
From the speeches of one’s father.
He is the one, who invests the right money at right places,
Leave it not be for mutual funds and many other cases.
To build his nest and develop family for the best
In order to secure his as well as his family’s future,
And so that they would never feel to be surpassed by others.
Just as a Santa Clause arrives to fulfill all the children’s dreams once a year,
A father acts like a Santa Clause for their whole life and protect them from all fear.
The luxurious facilities that he provide of his hard earned money,
Just in order to see a spark of smile on the face of his children and family.
Its often seen that a child idolizes his father,
Because of his great deeds and the way to inspire.
He always acts like a guiding force for his children,
Till the moment he satisfies himself that they have become maturates.
He is often seen to be a leader of his family,
Always saving and rescuing them from any difficulty.
Whenever his children demands for a new dress or shoes to wear,
He sees to it that their wishes are not left to be spared.
It’s the prime duty of his family members to follow all his decisions
May not be its right or wrong,
We always have to obey it all.
It’s the sincere request in the end from the core of my heart,
To all the beloved children and fathers of the world’s cart.
Please maintain a good rapport forever,
As time and tide waits now or never.
Time and tide again waits for no man
tempest-tossed upon life’s billow
The hull or the dinghy
Serves as a fortress
Though steady on its keel
Knocked his wits and sense
As he vacillates between levity and despair
Caused by his unbridled folly
He rakes the moon from out of the sea
A gust of air blew
It tethered him to flee
All you see is overcast
Knots, tiller, hatch, or helm
Love’s killer patch, overwhelm
Derelict in a sense
A castaway float astray
Break the resolve
Of a man who once vowed
to never sail again
But the songs of the nymphs
Was beckoning him
Is there something alluring
or is he just lonely?
Can't find comfort in the stillness
With every beating on the mast
Fate on the tide
Because not once, not twice
But several times
he almost drowned
He was lost at sea
His curse muffled
No stir in the air
He was peeled
And like the tales of sailormen,
She suddenly appeared
Like white foam
She ribboned the blue sky
The clouds drifts idly
As if they haven’t heard
Not a stirring breeze
But her ravenous rage
Devoured him
With rapacious eagerness
Lapping at his ballast
A violent wind is no match
To a careless sail man
in the middle of a stormy sea
He tasted the saltiness
And remembered the breath of his past
As he found himself washed ashore
He was saved at last
But he was looking for more
Despite the warning from the weather lore
And like the wind,
She whips a howling dance
As sea and sky make love
She could not calm her frenetic ire
It stirred something in him
It hit him like a squall
Once again he takes the plunge
Stupid as he is
To find himself once again
Sailing in the storm
Amidst the tempestuous sea
Evening gray and morning red
He could only wish he was dead.
All hands on deck
And as he chants
Red sky in the morning
Serves as warning
Red sky at night sailors delight
Her crimson lips parted
As she said,
"Evening red and morning gray,
help the traveler on his way.
Evening gray and morning red
bring down my wrath upon his head".
Gone are those times, if ever such times were seen
When rustic shepherds shepherd their flock on nutritive green
Shepherds now lead their sheep to calamity and damnation
But today, the sheeps cry out for urgent and drastic redemption
Weary and tired in their age-long captivities
Now interested in their awakened sensitivities
To each other, they said, there's something we can do
This is our land, the land was here before us
With milk and honey it flows, its territories an oasis of safe haven
Calm was the land, then things began to happen
Our shepherds, our trust, our hearts has broken
And today, their leaky umbrellas we have broken
Falling from darkness to a place of uncertainty
Everything is moving with no recorded velocity
Crawling from the known to the unknown
The sheep sheepishly arrived at the unknown
The change, everything she's changing
No change is this, only a changeling
Hoping for a relief as time and tide passes
Alas! More darkness our territory encompasses
Hired shepherds, their sacred duties have abandoned
In vain hope their wickedness to us by us shall be pardoned
Shepherd umbrella and shepherd broom are just but alike
Our resort and determination to live in all they dislike
For decades something evil has been withholding us
At last we found out it was nothing but ourselves
Tell the lazy sheep, their laziness eschew
Death sentence, their dominance on us ensure
Let sentiment not guide our affairs as mortals
Common sense, our resort controls in total
For our woes, our sentiment endlessly compounds
In unison, our freedom, genuine minds propounds
Cease then that grief, and let those cards decide
If emotion rules us, be that emotion guide
If passion rules us, be that passion pride
If reason, then good reason our minds provide
Their piercing brooms, our flesh have broken
Shall tomorrow, at moon light by grace be broken
Orochi C. Joshua, 2018, @all right reserved
Tomorrow will come to mind soon
when we'll part ways to come again.
We will forget yesterday we cried rain,
we will remember the meatless meal
we shared behind door of ignorance.
Africa have many branches to protect.
My heart will cuddle your pains passionately,
the stored laughter of your muse canned
on the hairy legs of my bethroted fate.
we will not allow the sky to bleed blood
when the atmosphere is romantically abused
and the Petals, nectar of daisies voice out loudly.
I shall speak with the new voices of Africa,
Reflecting on those agonies our forefathers
saw in the hands of their slaves reincanating.
Jaja will come to mind at the full moon,
Nkrumah shall dwells in my talking blood,
Awolowo and Zik of Africa shall be my voice.
I have been to the eloquent Badagry lately,
I saw the rivers of no return now sorrowful,
I went to freedom park at Lagos Island,
where history without pages was made in colours,
I asked of water but blood they brought to me;
the blood of my father's and sisters in grave.
Where are the Chibok girls lost in mirage?
Who owes that Millions found in the building?
Where is the president of Nigeria now?
Who is Lai Muhammed to our hearts in question?
Who made the youths strange to their fight?
I will talk to Mandela again for freedom!
Ibadan is the colour of my voice to men,
we can not be ruled by greed and succeed.
Lagos is the muse that misfortune got in mind,
we can not be governed rhetorically in shame.
Enugu is the flag of pity in the eyes of Easterners,
they made us look like the dregs of the society.
We will flag off these flags of corruption now
and start from the darkness in every street.
We will reflect and measure time and tide,
this is the journey of blood and freedom.
But purging out encrypted past is the answer
then we reflect on those voices judging today.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god
Or Woman, Or Child, Or...
The following elucidated
conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere me
cloud and lear, cuz (Oh my...
heavens to Betsy), ennui
got pulled by Evan -
Jewel Lean, who handed this long fellow
(wads worth to you)
speculation with fan
see prestidigitation legerdemain - tan
ta mount to cheap tricks
re: out of thin air
by this half
fast hue man,
Hill Billy Willy Wonka Nilly,
who blithely doth asseverate
apothegm (poem title) equally applicable
Century21 today Aswan
damn maxim initially
bespoke, when collective
primates begat enfant terrible
foo fighting predetermining anon
metastasizing debacle Yeti
bedeviling civilization
a bajillion years in the future with
Matthew Scott Harris deadpan
words worth less his way
before even an odd iota
of dire straight sultan
of swing didst merely span
spottily scattered amidst
pristine Earth, where
unchanging arboreal
beastie boys to oman,
and flock of sea gulls
continuity elapsed – Ivan
hunch, albeit un
recorded disc contented sow
sow hogtied pan
dum mo' nee ham, or
blessed historical events,
kept (stay'n) alive,
courtesy"FAKE" Trump
petting Dapper Dan,
where he knit pattern,
qua oral tradition, sans clan
destine scattered hot pockets
of sparse *****sapiens,
i.e. humanity LESS preponderant,
primary, and/or prolific,
where superstitions parlayed
(voodoo with no Fran Schwa),
and whirling dervishes fed elan,
which earliest recorded (doctored,
digitized, and demented
oh yea), not
tomb mitt to dimly mentioned
asper "time and tide
wait for no man"
purportedly by one
Saint Marher, circa:
1225 anno domini.