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As the time flies ever so fast,
You and I know our friendship will last
As the sun announces the arrival of dawn,
The clock of precious existence is forced to tick on
When the stars gently twinkle in the sky,
Lighting up our canvas of unremitting life,
The earth will uncover the iridescent sea
Revealing a smooth pathway for you and me
But if the earth and its inhabitants spit us out,
We still have the universe to ourselves, no doubt!
There is nothing anyone can possibly do
To tear me away from the likes of you
Unless of course you request some space,
I’ll stay on hold and patiently wait
No matter where you go, name it; here or there
No matter how far, I will surely be there
So lastly, at the conclusion of this letter,
I wish upon you happy years to come, forever
For until that clock decides to end its chime
You can be sure to find me by your side
Always,
Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal
Duet between Omodele Oluwabunmi and Wems Henry Temmy speaks... cautiously
OmO
Mother, I forget not thy words
When I was a score and half a dozen
“My daughter, let your heart hold my teaching "
But my heart was weak; as time flies, it holds it not.
Then, the forest seems to be the road in my sight.
WHT
Please, be not mad to treat me like bastards
For how long shall we keep fussing...?
When no one wants to hear my heart breathing
Nor the running of tears so hot,
Though my acts are impolite.
OmO
Father, I remembered those five words
“receive instruction in wise dealing"
But my ears were on strike then
So it hear you not
For the dog that will lost won't hear the whistle of the hunter.
WHT
Teachers' blood may deny the nerds
But ethics will break the limit of advancing
Into making classroom turns Bullpen
Where no one fears swat
Meanwhile, each had become an adapter
OmO
I grew older to become foolish
The mouths that brought me up smell to me
The words that comes from it
Become the dirt I washed away
I become a foolish daughter of a wise parents
WHT
In my wisest choice, decision grows childish
Yet, can not change the mindset not to be
The box that harbor things just to fit
Into the folder of a permeable Cache
Like reasonable pride of deviants
OmO
I disowned the advice of my parents
Then adopted the advice of friends
My heart released the advice of my parents
But breathe in the advice of friends.
WHT
That in peers influence, I grew wings dissident
Beyond what an external check can blend
And with time; in tease, am an entrant
Watching how well I can teach myself as a docent
OmO
Now, my life is crashing,
And my friends are laughing at my calamity
Tears become my daily food
With no one to take away my tears.
WHT
For all I tried trashing
To shape life's conformity
Till all turned to be good
Only stress cure lane to gear repairs
OmO
Let the tears of the foolish daughter,
Flow round the world
Not to add more water to the rivers
But to teach the young ones lesson
WHT
And chase the wayward away from traps of the slaughters
With regards to take heed when situations whirled
What more are pro. drivers
If license and experiences don't winks when speed is to be lessen
©® OmO/WHT
The end of days draws in so fast.
Nothing we know will ever last.
For some, time feels like real ice;
Be it lousy, or be it so nice.
Time flies against their will.
Nothing stops it, no one will.
We can change how we live.
We can learn how to give.
We can live like frowning isles.
We can live with shiny smiles.
We can be as mean as misers.
We can be as kind as givers.
The choice we make time will tell,
How we honor or how we sell!
The choice we make remains ill.
It dies away without a will.
The choice is just one tiny step,
There will be more you have to prep.
Between the cup and the lip.
There is but many a sip.
13/7/2014
We all wonder how time flies
As tears flow in our eyes
When shall we stop our cries?
Each day and night, living libraries pay the price
How do I narrate thy death?
A threat to my health!
My heart bleeds!
As sepulcher gives you shields
I thought it was an Irony
Because at a time like that, thou acted funny
However, I've accepted my agony!
Thy death, my grieve, my cries!
When 'Beauty Brain Character' dies
Then, what good thing in the world lies?
Mourning the death of a friend, Joyhes Osiebe who was a symbol of BBC(Beauty Brain Character) who died on Thursday, 22nd December, 2016 in an auto crash. Miss you, BBC.
It's funny how time flies
No wings to flap
Yet fast enough
Never stopping for someone wishing so
Another funny thing is how Nature calls daily
But our busy schedules don't pick up
Missing out on the horizon
Our TV screens show us the beauty so we can't take a step forward into the sunset
Comfortable in our zones
Time whispers farewell to today
Without a warning we're stuck in the morrow
Wishing to travel in time we are teleported to the future
Without dreams to show for it we show up
Time escorts us to the graveyard
Without responded to calls we cry for second chances
But time waits for no one and today is all we have
My dress is made of fine peach coloured lace
Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face
The lights in the room cast a romantic glow
My first ever ball; I must go with the flow
The orchestra strikes up a wonderful tune
Ladies and gentlemen glide round the room
I stand on the sidelines I am oh so very shy
Then a dashing young man catches my eye
I smile at him, then I coyly avert my eyes
I find him so handsome; that I cannot disguise
He reaches tenderly for my awaiting hand
We move to the dance floor; oh it is so grand
His arm wrapped around my tiny waist
We dance to the music, there is no haste
So full of excitement at the hope of romance
I float round the room at my very first dance
At the end of the dance he bows down low
My heart is aflutter I hope this does not show
He leads me gently to the side of the room
Sweet roses enchant us, we smell their perfume
Time flies by so fast and we dance all night
He looks in my green eyes and to my delight
Whispers so gently those words I long to hear
You simply are the belle of the ball my dear
He reaches out gently and kisses my hand
My first ever ball has been oh so grand
Sadly now it is time for me to depart
I bid adieu to the man who has stolen my heart
4/1/19
2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement
Sponsor: Mark Toney
11~15~14
MY PRINCESS HARSEN KATE
Once there was a baby girl.
She's adorable, beautiful, and dolly-like.
She loves to sleep
while listening to her lullabies.
As mum looked at her,
She gently squints her eyes.
She gets herself off to sleep so quietly,
And rarely cries at night.
How time flies so fast,
My baby is now a young lady.
She loves to curl and twirl her hair daily.
But she hates it when the heat strikes
her spectacles,
As it has gone hazy.
At times,
She lost her temper but never went crazy.
If you know her well,
She's an amazing young lady.
Beneath her soft heart
lies full of love but not weary.
On her days off, lovely Kate was never lazy.
She spends her time sweltering chicken
As she loves the taste of the gravy.
Nevertheless,
She's on the journey to keep her
Health and weight are steady.
As she goes to work daily,
She loves to ride on her white motorbike.
And never forget to pray for her safety!
Written by: Mommy Rosey RMV
06/17/2021
I live a life of silence, with just myself you see,
as I live and breathe, it’s all about poetry.
I love to write, time flies, like words on a page,
it really makes no matter, what I may engage.
Page after page, book after book you see,
time flies when I’m writing my poetry.
Some of my writings will never be read,
just random thoughts forming in my head.
For 53 years now I have been writing you see,
whenever I am writing, I could never be so free.
Down on the lake, out in the woods so deep,
myself, my dog and cat, where life isn’t so steep.
To know God, and to let him teach you how to live,
to rely on his wisdom in His words He gives.
When you find out, just who you truly are, you see,
under the poets pot, a fire comes to be.
Write, rite, and keep righting, till your pen does die,
you never miss writing, till your pen runs dry!
Take my hand
And understand
I am stepping through some stormy skies
Trying to find where the
truth lies
As time flies
Trust in you
I do
But my heart holds me back
The negativity goes on the attack
Against my will
Love remains still
Hopefully comes a better day
Someway
Reaching out for you
So many things yet to do
Give my heart a calm beat
Is not love a treat
If one can handle the heat
Lead my way
Into today
For tomorrow is yet to arrive
I feel I am yet alive
Down inside
Deep in my heart you will always abide
Times I have struggled to move ever forward
Ever toward
A day I may never see
All that comes to be
When the day comes at last
I get taken out by the past
In your hands I place my soul
I have no other goal
No desire
To face the everlasting fire
Damnation
From every nation
Life seems so hard
Love was bared
My heart sealed
Till your love was revealed
Besides me you walk
It is with your actions I hear you talk
Helping me through another lonely day
That is just your way
When I fall to my knees
My heart sees
You next to me, calming my stormy seas
Lead my way
Till I reach the end of my day
Come some tomorrow
When you welcome me into your land of no sorrow
Till then
Once again
My heart beats true
I will follow you
Lead my way
Towards a new day
one day, I saw a car going by
with my fourteen-year-old self in the driver's seat.
he wasn't even the one driving the car.
it was hate that was driving the car,
fueling the car,
steering the car,
because the car was a vessel for the thoughts crammed in that trunk
which acts as the engine
the engine was in the back of the car.
that's right; it was the type of car that goes really fast
except when you're stuck in traffic
then you're on the same speed as everyone else.
but there was no traffic
there was nothing stopping the car
the car traveled at the speed of light,
but you see, the thing with traveling at the speed of light,
is that it's hard to stop, easy to lose control,
and time flies away with you,
no matter how little you enjoy the ride.
one day, I was passing by a car wreck
two cars of the same type,
same color,
same age,
the hoods perfectly crushed into each other
the windshields making contact
and I looked at the boy from earlier,
and saw that he had aged four years.