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In this cycle of life
Many will find each other at the wrong time
Often lust rushes but love pushes through!
There is a depth of darkest in loving
The right person at the wrong time
The pain of an incorrect moment is a pathway to understanding
Love is not only found on the plate of certainty
Loving the right person at the wrong time is
A common error in the cycle of life!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Untold fears and dried-up tears
Reveal an avenue of lost words because
The moment of seeing the right person
At the wrong time is a moment of torture
But it is a moment of love!
Hearts may beat, and blood may flow
But love cannot afford to be swayed by
Loving at the wrong time!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Loving the right person at the wrong time is often necessary.
In this cycle of life
Many will find each other at the wrong time
Often lust rushes but love pushes through!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
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The hardest times leave echoes in my mind
And try as I might to push them aside,
The hardest times are a part of my life.
I cannot let them go without losing my light.
I could hope to be different and wish for change,
But these days they will remain the same,
And if I try to ignore my brain,
I will reverse and fall into love again.
The zeitgeist blows through computer screens,
Whispering woes eternally,
And all the hive activity,
Allows the world to learn how to teach.
Reach deep into the depths of your mind;
You never know what you will find.
It could be a dark tale of the saddest mystery,
Or you could find a light which shines endlessly.
Within my heart there are words of love,
And even though I am on the up and up,
There was a time I truly believed that I would end up as one of us.
Those times have now passed; I have relaxed and forgotten about love.
Words cut through me like a vipers smile,
Spitting lies like I am on my side sometimes.
As the poison creeps throughout my landmine mind,
Time waits for no man and it passes on by.
The years I have lost to those fake alibi’s.
A list of excuses practiced with time.
Textual context not worth reading,
So many years stolen away from me.
My misery goes hand in hand with me still believing.
Then again I hear the sirens calling,
Their lover’s aplenty, sinning and falling.
I fell on my sword and jumped off the cliff,
When I trusted the deceivers; the pain sealed with a kiss.
Forever trapped inside their web of lies,
Such beautiful words I had never heard in my life,
But behind blue eyes the lies continue.
False smiles, false people, they are nothing new.
It took the best of me, to remain a living being, I still drown;
The heart fell to the ground and I was forever falling down,
But I hope, I pray, one day I will get to be lucky;
Maybe I could one day write a family story.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
C.A.G.E
Can Anyone Get Enough
Get enough of what you might ask? Just stand clear and feel the blast that blisters and devours us all. Standing tall in a wasteland of emptiness to the knee.
See nothing over the horizon. Arising to the next day , still feeling as if anything has changed. Fortune and fame, came the same way, as many fall victim to the aim of decay. Twisted rattling off in this cage , in this maze to nowhere. Reaching out for just some type of notoriety. Lie to me, extend your hand out to me. Free to do nothing. C.A.G.E. Are you amazed at the conditions, but feel helpless? Invisible yet indivisible by nature. Torn and subjected from the future. Disconnected from the normalcy of knowing time waits for no man or woman. Stand together, locked away in these bars. Nothing left but scars, for these stars and stripes. Bright was that future, now there seems to be a shaded cumulus of clouds. Loud are the sirens, falling on deaf ears. Fears and tears for years, opening more of a sore. Please, where are the keys to unlock the door, to this C.A.G.E? Not alone within this endeavor, cloaked by the secrecy of neglect. Reflect and let your eyes adjust to the reality, when we do naught. Noticing the reflection in the mirror has uncovered itself to be you. Now C.A.G.E (Can Anyone Get Enough) and do nothing?
Darius Howard
POTD 20 Dec 2018
Like sand in an hour glass
Time moves so fast
A precious commodity
Not meant to last
Measured in hours
Minutes unfold
Time waits for no man
So I’ve been told
Facing my demons
Refusing to stagnate or rust
Releasing my fate to all that I trust
I observe my negativity
turn into dust
Kookaburras laugh and the Magpies flute
along to the strings of an imaginary lute
In wild abandon my Spirit I bare
the untamed wind blows my hair
My bright yellow dress matches the Sun
A New Phase has now begun
Footnote
There is a time for hellos and time for goodbyes and I feel this is my time now to do just that.
To all my poetic friends who have supported me on my poetic journey, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Keep writing your wonderful words, you have been an inspiration. I have made many good friendships here, ones that I will always value and appreciate.
Let me take this opportunity to wish all my fellow poets on PS
A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A BRIGHT AND WONDERFUL 2019
POTD 20 Dec 2018
As they leave,
They leave in the illusion of paraphernalia of office
Indeed they lived in the last five years as if not
To leave again, forgetting that time waits for no man
Nobody has ever lived and refuse to leave when the
Time to leave came beckoning
They leave for nowhere but only to be
Confined to the dustbin of history.
As they leave,
They leave without honour,
Trailing the shadows of their predecessors:
Onorkhaire of UNIBEN
Oyeneye of OOU
Waje Omole of OAU
Oba Abdulraham and Amali of UNILORIN
And others who had the privilege of writing
Their names in the golden black book of history
Their deeds remain frightfully indelible in our memories
Never mind, as an Ifa priest with fierce-fiery orders and decrees
Your space is guaranteed in the golden black book already
As you and your cohorts, the Oguns, the Ofis, the Akins
The Mojis and the Jayis of this world,
Ingloriously leave the stage on September 25th ,2005
And for those that are coming, taking the mantle of leadership
Clearly crystal you can see their account as they leave
So, as you will come, live and leave,
What do you want to live and be remembered for ?
The choice are unlimited …….
The choice…. are un..limi..ted !!
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Form:
The Other Side
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, time rattles, the clock in the clock tower, flows forward!
Tick, tock, tick tock, time waits for no man.
There is a liar and a thief, Just One!! For all other liars and thieves are his victims,
And he is the author of the illusion of fear, and the suffering that fear begets.
And he is the author of hatred, and the suffering that hatred begets.
And he is the author of death, and the suffering that death begets.
And when the clouds come overhead, and the whirlwind, grasps unsuspecting innocents,
He laughs in his deception, and attempts to convince even the elect, that the sun will
never shine.
But there is a tock, a tick, a time, that waits for no man, not even him.
And time and time again, when we hold on, when we endure, the SON Comes!!
And light reigns anew,
So I tell you, to my students and teachers of a younger generation,
Fear not, for the storm is upon us, and we are a misjudged and misunderstood species,
But in the end, if we look with waiting, for the sun on the other side of the whirlwind,
If we continue to look toward that SON!!
Then we will get to the other side.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, time waits for no man.
And if we endure, then we will outlast the rager!!!
Turning fifty ain’t all that nifty,
You might as well be turning five hundred.
You start get shifty, thrifty and whifty,
And you don’t act as young as you once did.
You know what they say, the old cliché,
Age is just a number.
But age doesn’t stay,
Time doesn’t slumber.
They say the years have been kind,
But time keeps on going.
And eventually you’ll find,
Your age does start showing.
You may pretend,
You’re only as old as you feel.
But really in the end,
That’s not part of the deal.
You may remain a child at heart,
But your body will age anyway.
In childish games you may take a part,
But childhood wanes day by day.
Time is not a kind master,
As it travels it takes you along.
The older you get it seems to go faster,
Until your time on earth is gone.
They say time waits for no man,
That’s because time is abrupt.
So live your best life any way that you can,
Before your time is up.
The secret of life as is told,
Is to love and be loved in return.
It’s the key for gracefully growing old,
And it’s the greatest lesson to learn.
So dance while you still can,
The last dance will come for sure.
It all ends up where it began,
And soon you’re not here anymore.
So write up your kick-the-bucket list,
With “To Do’s” before you’re pushing up daisies
Sooner or later, you’ll get the gist,
But don’t worry ‘bout it or you’ll go crazy.
So Face it, you’re going to get old,
Sooner or later you’ll be the one dead.
No more living the years said to be gold,
But for now, you’re just turning five hundred.
Life is a series of events, changing seasons. I must search, look for the reasons. Worried about triumphs and trophies. Forgetting I'm not measured by victories; But by my growth, how I've evolved. How I survive problems not solved. I'll make mistakes, I'll learn lessons. Experience loss, overcome transgressions. I must remember that old cliche'. No destination, but a journey every day. Good times and hard times, it's all the same. Time waits for no man, no one's to blame. Always remembering, this too shall pass. Be careful while searching for greener grass. Moments are fleeting, right before my eyes; But when I'm struggling the devil lies. Contradiction, I think myself clever. Out with the bad and the good will last forever. With one breath I wish for a feeling to last. With the next, defeated, wishing another to pass
Yes, I admit I've been there. The moral of the story, what I wish to share. Is to bask in the sunlight when it shines. Cherish the warmth, thank the divines. Accept the challenges for what they're worth. A small fraction of my purpose on earth. Flowers will bloom, leaves will fall, and tides will change. People will come, people will go, and lives will rearrange. Hindsight is 20/20, I've had to be shown. What I would have missed had I not grown. If I'd given up, threw in the towel, called it quits. During the times of life that gave nothing but kicks. Looking back, it all becomes crystal clear. Those lessons I learnt; I hold so dear. What a shame it would be, seriously, a tragedy. I could have missed out on a life woven, a tapestry. If I'd not been reminded things only last for a season. If I hadn't searched, looked for the reasons.
12/7/2020
Seasons
Sponser-Edward Ibeh
Advice To The Youth
Just wanted to say a very big thank you to all you amazing poets who took the time to comment
on my last post ‘Sunny Horizons’
I would have loved to thank each and every one of you individually, but as I said before –
‘Time waits for no Man ‘and has a way of running away from me…literally.
To my constant support from the time I joined and still… Demetrios and Silent One - I have learned so much from you
two amazing poets, spiritually and poetically. Thank you for all the help over my poetic journey.
To my dear friend Victor Buhagiar, keep writing, never ever stop. Who can forget your stories, especially your poems
with the twist - I adored them.
Paul Callus, you also have helped me so much along the way, especially with your attention to detail and your
encouragement - thank you my dear friend.
To my Love and Light brother Winged Warrior, you are truly amazing.
I don’t think anyone can write internal rhyme like you do. Keep spreading your light.
To my amazing poetic sisters Cecilia Crasto, Susan Ashley, Connie Wong, Carole Duet and Besma - You ladies made my
day with your comments, they are worth framing, believe me.
Robert Linley, Vijay, Tom, Arturo, Faraz, Craig Cornish, and July Morning, Martin Williams and Charlie Messina...
I will always treasure your comments.
Judy Stickles and Akkina, a big thank you to you two lovely ladies.
Thanks for being in my life
Sunshine Smile, Darren White, Teppo, Chris Green and Word Hobo, the very first poets who welcomed me
into the Soup and made me feel so welcome…Thank you.
To Heidi Sands, Brandy, Eve, Sunlite, Warren Doll, John Gondolf, Joseph May, Mike Gentle, Michael Wise, Raw Thinker
and to the poets who have come and gone and had supported me…
Thank you all too.
You are all truly amazing poets, forever let your golden ink flow.
Lastly let me leave you with these parting words …
Keep your passion for poetry always for as W.H.Auden once said
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ? W.H. Auden
Time waits for no man
A very true quotation
When you are young
Time has no limitations
Summer days seem endless
Time to stand and stare
Time did not matter
There was lots of it to spare
Spare time, what is that
I should like to know
I find life today so busy
Is it because I've become slow
My mind is never still
I want to shout out STOP!
I have much to do
Before I slowly DROP
It's not worth wondering
What should I have done
Would, should or could
To me is a conundrum
Opportunities not given
Some I could have had and lost
Too shy, not daring enough
All at a cost
A cost of what? The life I've had
Was given to me
Whether the gift was good or bad
Genes, circumstance, time and place
All come into this equation
I accepted this gift intact
There was no way of an erasion
Making the best of things
While I am here on Earth
Trusting that I will get my wings
That will provide FREEDOM and REBIRTH