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Faded memories hang on the wall
What are the dates and years I don’t recall
Time has passed it seems like a moment ago
Forgotten dreams is all I have to show
Step forward and look closely to see
The shadow of an image I use to be
What is now gone is never to return
The sting of regret will always burn
If I could go back what would I do differently
Change the future but if I did would it change me
My direction of living would be different with my watches face
But would my heart stay in the same place
So I stare at the photographs and the clock on the wall
I realize I have lived and I did not fail or fall
I was strong through the hard times an aged well
What will my destiny hold, only time will tell
Forget the past just live in the now
Dream forever and keep loves solemn vow
How can you stop the terrorists?
We can stop by go on living
We can stop by showing our true color
Show them who we are
That we mean it
We mean what we do
We mean what we say
That we are not someone they should be afraid of
People lash out when they are afraid
We can show them what it means to live
To live in harmony
Where everyone is equal
Of course there will always be someone
Who is crazy
Who does not follow any ideologies
But those are lone wolfs
We should try to reach out to show
our humanities, our human fragilities
That we all want the world full of peace
Would that work?
Time will tell
But we cannot go on
Killings with killings
Retaliations against retaliations
Try to tell that to Mars
Because no one will hear it
But would God hear?
She loved a man who, in their early days,
romanced her and was quick with lofty praise.
Due to his love, life bore a rosy hue.
Does this sound too near-perfect to be true?
Was it a dream? Soon Paradise was lost.
His heart grew cold, and hers would pay the cost.
Her efforts drowned in his indifference;
each day became progressively more tense.
He used degrading words that broke her heart
and spirit. Once he’d torn her world apart,
he left, concluding her long stint in hell.
Will she recover? Only time will tell.
October 5, 2021
Contest: This or That, vol 7--Degradation Placed 4th
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Time has wrapped its arms around the universe
Where distances are measured by the speed of light
It holds our mortal frames for a short while
Then releases us to eternity
Sometimes you will have no time to lose
Or you may have nothing but time
History is a journey back in time
To teach us not to make the same mistakes
Yet we seemed to have missed the lessons
Are we speeding to our destruction?
Or will we change course to avoid disaster....
Only time will tell
4-13-2023
Contest Name: Writing Challenge - 'T' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Thrill in the mad
Love all things sad
Purge the grim fad
Work feelings glad
Watch surge of rhyme
Set verse in time
Let feel fling mime
Work on fond chimes
Seize the grand prize
Wonder feels nice
Simmer fine spice
Work to purge vice
See what you meet
Feel how you greet
Here on these streets
Work on pure feat
Surprise hurls thrill
Wander with will
Sense how you feel
Work well clear still
Words lost now found
In shifting grounds
Fumble with sound
Work yet goes round
Tell your tale well
Cast your deep spells
For time will tell
Work that now dwells
Leon Enriquez
18 April 2017
Singapore
Wipe away the tears and listen to the voice – of a heart who knows, love is the only choice ~ by author
Tears didn’t come when I first heard
The words of this illness, so absurd
When a tumor is found, the light stills
Because we all know a fear that kills
Tears weren’t wiped away until I prayed
Jesus answered even though I was afraid
He told me to never listen to the voice of fear
Because He has the answers, makes things clear
Tears didn’t come that very first day
They were waiting for love to convey
Assurance that kindles a hope and reason
With Jesus there is love to fill each season
Tears weren’t the first answer for me
Instead I felt His touch as I bent my knee
He is here to show us that love will make a way
Whatever comes, for us, He has the final say
Tears didn’t come until I remembered what love has done
He brought the heart a second chance with His only Son
He saved the sinner who was destined for the worst place
Changed a life so that they’d be freed by His amazing grace
Tears weren’t the first thing to fall against the ground
First I knew the touch of the One who love has crowned
And I felt the joy of knowing whatever comes to me
With Him, there is the promise that I’ll forever be free!
Tears didn’t come when I heard the words so feared
They came to my eyes when the smoke had cleared
And I remembered that this love I feel inside my heart
Is a love that my Savior stirred from the very start
Tears weren’t the answer, though they stung my eyes
They were the relief from a heart who He baptized
The tears told a story of a longing for God’s very best
Even though, through this illness, we’re put to the test
Tears didn’t come when I first heard the word ‘tumor’
They clung to my soul, leaving the doubtful rumor
Only time will tell what Jesus has in store for you and me
I know, whatever comes, LOVE has caused me to truly see!
After a solid decade of what can only be described as the worst of luck.
I've grown accustomed to living a life of pain and misery.
Fearful of this new uncertainty, again left helpless and unaware
Although uncomfortable and confused, I continued onward with my life.
The diagnosis is only the first painful and stunning blow.
Amazed at the unbelievable power of something microscopic in nature.
Specialists in the field call it a virus, I call it being condemned.
Now likely sentenced to a treacherous and pre-mature death.
The full extent of this revelation leaves me struggling to understand.
In one invasive procedure, they pluck away a piece of my liver.
While countless needles drain my tainted crimson blood.
Both attempts at deciphering the enormity of my affliction.
After the final drop of my blood is finally collected, The doctors hold an answer.
They give me their assurance of a definitive and timely explanation.
The phone rings, the doctor is ready to reveal his final prognosis.
It seems treatment is possible, and success may be achievable.
Astonished, I wonder if I have dreamed the entire conversation.
But, unbelievably his spoken words are determined to be truth.
Many human beings, not so lucky, to receive this rare gift of life.
The feeling is strange, following so many years of horrific nature.
Reluctant to savor the moment, fearing that it may suddenly disappear.
Death has taken me three times prior, at birth, and twice before thirty.
All three instance came without prior warning, unannounced occurrences.
Left this fourth time, to ponder death's arrival, this time, not so lucky.
I dreadfully contemplate what, if anything, exists after crossing over.
A fear that has plagued mankind since Eve took that first fateful bite.
The reaper achieved his goal, but I was unwilling to cross Phlegethon.
inexplicably, each time my soul has been revived, prior to complete loss.
Mind and body replenished with life, but some part of me remained deceased.
Returning some what less than, what was my previous state of being.
Losing only it seems, what I held onto so dearly in my life.
Small pieces of hope, faith, and joy. Now left absent from my soul.
Only time will tell if this virus, will undue death's losing streak.
Or, if the Doctors confidence will be proven true, allowing me to survive.
Yet, Again.
The Metaphor of Time
Time’s metaphor reflects the essence of a constant
and continuous progression into an endless cosmic
void of infinity itself, far beyond mankind’s world
of a defined, finite reality and expectation.
The concept of eternity in this finite construct begs, at
once, much more than a sense of realistic credulity and
understanding. It considers cosmic aspects which often
transcend any earthly notions of a Prufrockian sense of
a melancholic desire that oft pervade the greater human
endeavor.
Eternity is more than any mere snapshot of ongoing and
and progressive actions, and any projected events frozen
in a defined and finite prism of time.
What about immediate actions like:
a rustling of trees and leaves in the wind,
the sounds of human voices near and far away,
the sounds of birds chirping loudly and softly,
the birthing sounds of baby animals in the forest.
Do we just observe and witness such events passively?
-or-
Do we listen for the progression of sounds and cries?
-or-
Do we just sit in moments of observed silence?
-or-
Does it matter in the end at all?
Indeed, there is much to think about in our world of this
finite reality.
This is perhaps why the notion of an endless infinity appeals
to and captivates the finite world of human beings, where the
notions of both cosmic fate and destiny, in an ethereal sense,
play a compelling role worthy of significant interest and a
continuous pursuit of awareness and enlightenment.
Only time will tell! Only Almighty God knows for sure!
Tempus fugit . . . for a good reason!
Tempus omnia revelat . . . always in the end!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 10, 2018 (Free Verse)
Did you even think of me while I missed you
Your words said long ago echo through my ears
The vision of you picture haunts me
Your beautiful eyes, warm and loving
Looking at me through the miles
My heart melts while I look at you
My body tingles at the thought of you
Feelings dead for too many years
Come to life when I hear your name
I dream of you
Desire you
Look forward to loving you
But time will tell
I will never give up
My heart tells me
It has been but half a heart
Needing you to be complete
I am yours
I have been yours through a thousand lifetimes
I will be yours for a million lifetimes to come
"THE PRAISE OF ROSES.
If Zeus had willed it so/ That o’er the flowers one flower should reign a queen,
I know, ah well I know/The rose, the rose, that royal flower had been!"
-John Addington Symonds (inspired by Sappho's "Song of the Rose")
Poised on the precipice of springtime
are ornamental trees and flowers soon to bloom.
But it is with the utmost anticipation
that I await the blossoming
of my precious roses
which unfold themselves so beautifully to the sky.
I will exit my house one day
and there she will be in front of my porch -
my first dewy-faced darling of the season.
Most often she appears as a ruby red.
But sometimes it’s the blue rose
that first presents herself.
Like a queen is the lavender-hued rose named Blue,
for she sits high above all the bushes surrounding her
wearing warm May’s sunshine as her crown.
Her humble subject, I cannot help but admire her
each time I arrive home, pulling up onto my driveway.
How I hate to see my fair queen
f a d e a w a y
But happily her delicate, pretty sisters come along -
more and more and more of them crowding in
to take her place among the bushes, offering their nectar
to the worshipping bees and occasional hummingbird.
What pleasure I derive in catching sight
of that perky hummingbird!
From spring – through summer -
and even toward the end of chilly fall – they reign,
coming one right after the other in regal fashion.
How splendidly my roses do beguile me.
Will they come early this year?
And which will be the first one this time
to take the throne -
the royal Ruby Red or the towering sovereign Blue?
Only time will tell!
March 13, 2021
For the Flower Or Flowers In Imagism Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France