Long Timeline Poems
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Her and I have never coexisted in the same timeline.
So why do I miss her warmth,
Her scent,
Her embrace,
Her smile?
I miss her more than words could explain.
I miss her very being,
As if we were inseparable—
Yet I've never even met her.
Not even once.
Being the first can be a lonely role.
So perhaps I yearn for her presence because, if she were here,
She would relieve me of this crown forced upon my head.
I yearn to be called her little sister,
Even if it meant she had to carry the crown
And bear the role of being The First.
I am selfish. I know.
But my yearning for an older sister's love
Is greater than my selflessness.
I would gladly settle for the middle—
The forgotten—
If it meant I no longer had to bear the crown of The First.
For once,
I want to be the comforted
And not the comforter.
But in this lifetime,
She and I will never coexist in the same timeline.
For the universe deemed she was too good for this world,
And I...
I became the rightful heir
To the crown of The First.
As I travel through the places in my mind
Like all the faces on the vine
The memories aren't all mine
Ready to go on the drop of a dime
When we have to walk this line
Coasting through life in a whole new timeline
That will no doubt realign our direction
When we meet it without exception
To discover it's just one big reflection
That will be met with our loving affection
Where I would like to unwind
All these thoughts that I don't want to bind
Because It helps me define
The one who I see dancing in front of me
Makes my spirit soar so free
As I swing from tree to tree
Trying to get to that happy place in my mind
To let go of these memories
That are not all mine
I would rather maintain this down low
So we both come to know
This love that is pouring out on overflow
Where our hearts come together
In hopes, our love will grow
Taller than the trees
As sweet as pie where our love will kiss the sky
Baby, where you will electrify
The outcome when we testify
Our love hits the bullseye
FORGE AHEAD
Forge ahead, spines are steel
anger, tragedy, treachery heal
betrayal merely a step on ladders
Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes
fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue
manifesting pearls for specific rings
bring garlands, soulfully sing
Dark was the night
facing polished daggers, fists tight
Herculean shoulders held mirrors
seeing shadows in hot quivers
they were mere simulation games
for false egoic fame
Enmeshed on a timeline where
we toiled taciturn to pay rent
glow and glee unnecessarily spent
numberless illusions, broken vows
struggling sorrowfully, success in the now
Love with faith lying in a mess
a necessary playing of
hide-seek schemes to loosen
toady tones, melt frozen marrow
in calcium-poor bones
Our curriculum included knowing
strategy and tactics
docile services so hectic
courage relentless coppered with marble
awaiting cosmic chisel to challenge
maidens through their drizzles
Slowly we learnt to sow
for an abundant harvest of
Ceres pipless sweet grapes
scrape skin alone, releasing gritty stones
journey solitary beaches
clearing human leeches
studying symbols from light
languages nimble
holy mantras our companion horns
realisation dawned a fresh spring morn
Life lesson upon lesson
ages come and go, as sessions
mates all part of an orchestra for
mind to microscopically mime
Soul to rise, summit a visceral
vista of primal presence wise
hopes equal whims on froth of light
seeds everywhere in skimming sight
gather them simply, plant anew
Focus fresh, a tiny platinum key cue
We are our own bromeliads
pyramids, dungeons or charnel ground
diamond within is Purity’s eternal mound
indestructibility not mortality is
Soul’s character sound
as Mantis magnifies new beginnings
know they were already sculpted to scoop
sapphires of own silvery choosing
Forge ahead, no noosing !
IN CONTEXT
this tension
of
intelligence
at the heart
fragments
shuttle past
the timeline
of
loneliness
a tempting place
construed
with reticencent
to reflect
& reinterpret
or explain
supplanted
by desperation
in downbeat
resilience
&tactility
ambiguity
of emotions
plunge
unresolved
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
I'd marry you tomorrow
If I could, my dear
The only reason not today is 'cause
Today's already here
Twenty four short hours
Is more than time enough
To put it all together
The small details and such
I'd buy two airline tickets
To somewhere far away
Care not for the timeline
Just plan a lengthy stay
We'll lodge romantic style
In quaint, idyllic suites
At placid, tranquil places
Where music fills the streets
First night we'll hear Tchaikovsky
The Nutcracker's in town
Let's share a clove before we go
And let the world go 'round
As long as you're my sweetheart
You're all my heart's eyes view
So go ahead now, you lay back
I know just what to do
Looking for my life
Where? Where in the Time? Time? A time of a life? Or a life of the Time?
Time? or just time? Hmm, maybe just a lifetime. Oh, looking just only life
My life for looking … for my life. In the time. Yeah. Called… space of time
Time can be a life? Time-life or lifetime? No. It isn't a timeline. Is it online?
And the line isn’t online, but my life is still online, get my message; flower
A gift to your life from the time gone, still following you my lost dark on life
Be my life, dear looking for my life, that is so far, yeah, your hand is in mine
Dear is not from my life, but dear is my life kind, hmm, a dream of my mind
Just dreaming, and sleeping about your life, but I can not find you, oh, love
Where are you staying? Where? Oh, my unknown life. Still loving your life
Need me please, I haven’t anybody in my life. I live alone, in a single room
Good room, perfect, but for a family, it is not enough, I need your great kind
Looking for my life
I can not find it
I can’t find
Be
My
Life
From one heart to another, Uncle Carl you will truly be missed ... And
May God continue to bless you from beyond the heavens. I love you ... And
Auntie Connie, thank you for blessing me with the idea of this poem. Which is
called...
--- MY LAST AND FINAL RUN---
Written By: Tiffany Saxon
As I look into the mirror, I smile while adjusting my crown.
(sigh)
God, you have truly blessed me in this life, and I want to thank you,
and while I wait on my train to come pick me up. I want to acknowledge
that there's not too many people who were born on a birthdate and
leave on the date in which they were born into. You blessed me to see
my family and friends at my 50th Anniversary. While leaving an ever-
lasting impression of many who followed your words through me ...
Can you see the timeline of happiness, marital bliss, love, ups and
downs, and lastly, your blessing of strength through the eye of your
promise, love, and craftiness.
And
to my Queen (Debra) and family (Carl, Craig, and Carla)
Thank you for making this life worth living. We stood from the
beginning to the end. However, this is just the beginning...
Because
As long as you have hearts, that's where i'll keep beating.
When the sun is bright ...
That's where our love will continue to shine.
And lastly,
I'm with you for all the seasons because we weathered all
of the storms day-in and night.
All Aboard!!! Well, that's my call (smile)...
My work is never done ... Until we meet again,
This is "MY LAST AND FINAL RUN".
The End!
March 9, 1950 - March 9, 2024.
Awake me muse, for I need to commit,
To something, anything that will keep me fit
Before me sits, an unbuilt kit,
waiting for me to assemble it
With steady hands ready to work,
Unboxing, pulling out pieces,
for all they are worth
Parts and pieces dispersed here and there,
instructions interpreted as somewhat fair
Leave it to me, I’ll get it done,
better late than never, I told someone.
Time has come, to glue this to that,
prime, sand, then paint all that
To finish the task at one’s feet,
the process calls for it to repeat
Don’t call me a bad guy,
if I justify why you should electrify
You can paint or wallpaper any wall,
it doesn’t much matter to me at all
With all those lights still so dark,
plug in with “AC” to get a spark
Once we throw the thumb-wheel switch,
we behold all that glows,
hopefully, without a hitch.
I can proudly say to you this day,
this dolls house is ready and on its way
Ready for you to decorate
with folks gathering to participate
Thanking you in advance
for this build of mine
and approving of my timeline
At some point, you might say,
at his best, he was a gifted Miniaturist
Breaking through barriers,
Is scarier than I thought,
Terrified by what they taught me,
I bought into the version you see,
Afraid of my own reality,
When really it is my entity,
Creating what I believe to be,
Dictating a story in the making,
Indicating the direction I'm taking
Shaking off an old way of being,
Breaking the barriers I'm seeing,
Fleeing a feeling of needing,
Seeding a whole new crop,
Believing I'm already on top,
Popping the cap,
Closing the gap,
The trap is set,
Snapping into action,
Creating a distraction,
Just to gain traction,
The satisfaction is mine,
I know I'm Divine,
Creating my own Timeline,
Shining brighter then before,
More and more barriers show,
I eliminate their shadows,
Illuminating better tomorrows.
I’m happy! So happy!
So all of the happiness is condensed and skewed.
All the sounds are happy.
Even the crows are happy.
Every moment that was happy…
Even the ones I don’t remember.
That’s all that is in this timeline.
Smiling baby, good grades, my birthday.
It’s all coming back.
But it’s not flashing, it’s just happening.
I’m just in a chair, smiling, and they are talking.
I’m closing my eyes now, but I’m not asleep.
I can hear them talking and the voices are happy.
The cycle, I promise to remember that it’s a cycle…
I say it to myself, more harshly every time.
I just can’t remember…anything bad that ever happened…
I can’t remember, I can’t remember…
Not even the time my mom yelled at me this morning or ten years ago…
I’m like a…happy, beautiful star.
Formed from nothingness.
Living in nothingness.
Twinkling and burning.
I wonder if I will live for a million years like a star does…
I hope I do.
I know this illness will.