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In the absence of imagination
I have been devoid of inspiration.
Caught in life's cog of constant
activity and no time to think.
I pause a while and ponder the past.
This is a time of reflection.
Today I stopped, but so much has
passed me by. I wonder why it is so?
Where does the time go? How can we know
if we are right or wrong in our choices?
Is the voice of intuition always right;
speaking so loudly, yet always out of sight.
The concept of time is a strange one.
The concept of life stranger still!
Gamboling down slopes of happiness
then trudging up another hill.
Strange how in the memory the good
always prevails. Strange that hurt can
fade as rainbows; prisms of perfection
in only stormy skies. Now I think of
the 'weather' of existence;
times of icy misery; foggy thoughts,
sunny hope; snow covered mountains of uncertainty;
the summer serenity of sureness so seldom seen.
And here we are approaching winter again.
Where did the seasons go? I missed them;
always busy,imagination absent, caught in life's'
cog of activity and no time to think.
(Monotetra)
Time just arrives, and time just goes.
And leaves right under our noses.
Time is made of, all memories.
And it just flows, and it just flows.
There is no time for us to lose.
With time we can never presume.
Time bring us happiness or gloom.
And time resumes, and time resumes.
Time can be sad, time can be fun.
And fills hours right under the sun.
Without time nothing can be done.
And we can't run,and we can't run.
Time is yest'rday, time is today.
And time is here for you and me.
Accept it, there's nothing to do.
Time is to stay, time is to stay.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
June,16,2010
Form:
Galileo was one to know,
BenPop held Time and had to go.
Stumbled on a clue to show,
How motion came upon a mass,
Falling falling, falling fast.
Grab it see, its gravity,
Pulling pushing clarity,
The Law is on and endlessly.
The song as long as eternity.
Albert E was one to know
BenPop held Time and had to go.
Suffered he in reality,
And then a voice found at three,
Carved the way for him to see,
The mind of Time as infinity.
The constant found is energy.... e turns the key
Truth in motion...
is the static sea.
A hidden 'E'.
Rounded Ks and a missing V.
X marks the spot.
A game created for us to see...
Static never is the truth.
Static growing is the news.
Creation came as 1 and 2...
A pair of dice, we never knew.
Group or dare is what they saw.
A Mayan game became the Law.
Look between BenPop to see...
A complete creation,
is the One in Three.
Group or dare is what they saw.
Players came. Delight, in Awe.
Form:
Who knows what is in my head?
Some days I do really dread
Having to get up and get going
Always feels like I am slowing.
I just know that agony and pain
Have been driving me insane.
All this angst and strife
Is just no way of life.
I know what I want and need
So those in my way pay heed.
I am moving straight ahead
I am no longer the living dead!
I have a lot to offer any one.
My time to have some fun.
My time to be in the sun,
My time not to be outdone.
My time has come to shine.
My time to show I have a spine.
My time to begin life anew.
My time to to get out of this goo.
I have gone in a new direction,
Will not listen to anyone's objection.
This new way is my choice
For this I will rejoice.
An unusual decision I know
However this one makes me glow
I will no longer just go with flow
For this Mistress will always be the show!
In.sane in the membrane of my brain
or sane in the insanity of this game...
Row row, I'm rowing, between synapses
I'm flowing, silent rivers I'm riding
like a train...
Rollercoaster rollin' faster, in a flash
synaptic laughter, as these neurons
remain.in the lane...
"Hey you and you two,
Me too? Yeah dude, her too..."
Synaps the chatter in my brain.
"Nervous sister? We're not kidding
it's a system living, listen, we're
the hear in the sphere of your sane.
Checkin' time in between and
between the membrane."
10 billion cortical pyramidals,
passing signals, giggles, riddles,
checking time against a rhyme
from the outer layer to middle.
~core.text you say codexes delay,
it's a logical process.ical, theoretical way
crazy spelling these a'daze.....Codices.
Breathe... and don't mess with our cortex
messages..."
Inner wind, blowing high, gears shift
moving this ride, hand wiggles the
scribbling scribe as I write.
Memories into the light, but who
in the train remains tonight.
As I look about with my candlelight,
in the night, there's One.
Am I in.Sane?
Form:
For every sacrifice, there will be
a reward awaiting; a crown for a beauty,
a trophy for an athlete
whose forehead drips with sweat;
and a standing ovation
for all who firmly believe in peace and unification.
For every smile you offer
to the homeless and beggar....
savoring the harshness of winter,
is a flame that can radiate heat;
quarters and dimes, or even a dollar
hasn't much value now days, but for them they do.
For every thought you bring forth,
it must be expressed with a dignified intent;
no foul play planned to get vengeance and feel full,
think before you act, try to avoid a conflict...
fits of anger can ruin a good friendship,
find out the facts, and control your mood.
For every love and fortune you admire and wish to have,
you must merit it, and sometimes you need to take giants steps,
before anyone can see you reaping the joys that induced it;
what is given with a big heart, is returned in a thousand folds...
anything you deprive yourself of, to make that person happy and feel loved,
is a permanent imprint that time itself is unable to erase.
For every small victory won when hope seems faint,
there is a story worth writing on a battlefield which doesn't know calm;
and they restlessly keep on watching the starry shore until light awakens their ship;
their promise cannot be broken by the dreading fears outlasting the uncertain dawn...
for every sacrifice they make, brings serenity to their loved Motherland,
and their time is not wasted chasing after foolish things, but it extends beyond love.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
GOOD BYE SUMMER
Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,
Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.
I hate to rush you, but you really must go
say Good bye, summer, good bye!
Well, it's the middle of September;
I’m just tired of you and your heat.
Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t
stay
Repeat Refrain
Now, autumn and winter,
Might hate it if you stay here too long,
One shake and we'll part, and you'd better
get going, although you served a purpose.
Final Refrain:
Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,
Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.
I hate to rush you, but you really must go
Good bye, summer, good bye!
My joints have all but broken,
As I struggle to hold my delicate posture.
These old bones groan to the touch.
I can no longer support life,
Like I abundantly once could.
As time passes, I grow lonelier,
For no one pays me any attention anymore.
The once so frequent visits have ceased.
At times, I feel unwanted and unworthy,
In keeping a fire lit, if I were cast into the flames.
These hollow bones sometimes remember,
The days when I used to be strong.
I used to relive and be stuck on such memories,
But most of those memories have long faded away.
I spend most of my time in solitude,
Tossed into the corners of life.
My varnish has wrinkled,
Arthritis has totally taken over.
As I painfully splinter, understanding,
I am in the image of my carpenter.
And with faith...to one day meet again.
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For Matt Caliri's contest " Speak chair! Speak! "
Magician of Time, who calls to my Soul
A bend of Mind you demand…
See this here, as the flame in my tear
I offer my out stretched hand.
Return to the Earth and know to prepare
Heed the Wind and hear if you dare.
The Moon is near, she’s visible here,
It’s time to pay her a stare.
She guides you with light,
In the deep of the night,
And can move the Waters end.
Venus, she comes to return your sight.
The Bacab have turned the next bend.
Magician of Time, give us a rhyme
Allow us to hear what you say.
Out of the light and guided by flame
The Winds, they blow a new way.
Hear with your ear and not with your fear
The time draws near once again.
The message is here from a long lime ago,
The message is sent from a friend.
The time has come once again.
A Time once again to know,
a new song on the wings of Sparrow.
Magician of Time, Magician of Mind
We’ve already been through the end.
Form:
My time is all I have -
to celebrate each day,
the hours I choose,
to spend them my way...
My time is all I have -
to give the world something new,
the hopes and dreams of all of us,
everyone, not just a chosen few...
My time is all I have -
to share a kind word
with everyone I meet,
pleasantries are all that's heard...
My time is all I have -
to make a smile appear
on the face of a small child,
who then grins ear to ear...
My time is all I have -
to help a lost soul rebuild,
to see the wonderful result
of the newness that's revealed...
My time is all I have -
to love someone fully,
my actions are louder than words,
to never treat anyone cruelly...
My time is all I have -
to live in God's way,
to understand the fullness of life,
and thank Him when I pray.