On the wall, keeper of time,
The hands of truth continue to wind.
It ticks with the steady beat of my heart—
A loud, continuous nudge,
A reminder: "Remember you must die."
The hands of a clock mirror our life.
With each swing of the pendulum,
A little less time.
Each second, a moment closer to demise,
As the sun sinks low in the western sky.
Fear not your shadow; accept the night.
The clock keeps winding,
As the daylight turns to night—
With each tick, clarity speaks softly
Purpose shines brightest just before midnight
As time fades away-
Embrace the fallen night
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Lived in a loop hole for too long
Days fly by like the puff of a dandelion
Can't remember what you told me that night
All I remember is how your eyes shimmer
Life is useless, we all die
Born to find an ending of this short movie
I always thought I was looking for a perfect end roll
But you make me feel like one of the scenes you wrote
Picturing every frame as time flow
Death, the reason why I used to wake up
Till I found a meaning
To breathe to smile to cry to frown
I open my eyes to see,
And I see you, I see my life
Radiating around your soul
Write a beautiful Carpe Diem Poem Poetry Contest
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36, and I’m grateful to be alive. Still in the back of my mind Memento mori , “Remember that you will die”. So today I will do and not try. I will let go of the illusion that I can control every outcome because that’s the ill man’s delusional idea of how to manipulate time. Detach from the illusion of control. Just understand the future does not exist in this moment. Here and now is all we know. No matter how tightly you hold on, things will find a way to go . If everything was certain and nothing ever changed, life would be a stagnant body of water no Currents to shift its way. What a boring existence for the being’s part to play. We were already dying the day we were formed because time is not afraid. It existed before and will after the day the last human remains. So the celebration of another three hundred and sixty-five days has a feeling of accomplishment for another trip around the sun my skin sack has made. What is future but a mere wish, a hopeful gift , we should all be grateful if we get. I am alive now, but I remember we die, so I won’t waste breath on wishing for endless time. So here’s to 36, finally loving to be alive.
In
the finality
of its embers
Form
burns like
a kindling
Freeing
the beginning
of all that is possible
Freeing
the memory
— of tomorrow’s embrace
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Memento Mori, whispers in the breeze,
Embrace the moment, for life's a carnival, it seems.
a smile upon a young girl’s face
as she plucks a rose from a garden bed
hair filled with Queen-Anne’s-lace
a crown of daisy’s adorns her head
no sooner plucked then left for dead
though an honorable thief
with heart as pure as gold
these aren’t the flowers of O’Keeffe
whose features won’t grow old,
petals will droop, decay, mold
to watch a flower wither
is an honest thing
she kept the crown with her
memento mori she could bring
as she planned redemption in the spring
time standing stlll
arrested
moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind
revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory
past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience
sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity
fascinating expectations
in a visual genesis
of suspended animation
still distant
now living again
February 5, 2023 / 2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest / Sponsor: Mark Toney
What good would it do,
Son of Peleus,
To pull that arrow from your heel?
As you lie there helpless,
Legs useless and folded beneath you.
Your hand clenched around its fletchings
Searching for the source
Of sensations unfamiliar to you.
Pain. Suffering. Mortality.
How strange…
You are only half god and half man,
And all men must die, even you, Aristos Achaion.
The god's gift to you was not invulnerability, but speed.
And with that tendon we now name after you severed,
You are just as human as the rest of us.
That expression of anguish as you look to the sky.
Helmet still dawned as if you could leap up
And slaughter hundreds more Trojans, but you cannot.
An enraged fall from Godhood
Forever immortalized in white stone.
Centuries later it still stands.
Worn and weathered
By the years and all the heavy eyes that fell upon your misery,
Like pouring rain from dark clouds above.
The paradigm of human fatality and flaws.
But you were a god, somewhat at least.
You thought that you would live forever -
We all think that sometimes.
Remember that you have to die.
Otherwise, how do we know that we spent our life living?
END, Truth, Pain, Life
The beauty in the death of life lies in the life of death.
I sigh in my mortal flesh
Of my mortal thoughts and ask
Should I remind you of your true nature
and your pursuit of final free freedom?
Or your unilateral universe burdened with unending pursuits and endless marathons?
I lost the battle in the East before the West
In these tattered, splintered, useless shreds of crown diamonds
Soaked in the eternal muddy pool veiled with ignorance
I have from my graves will learn
Love, Live, Ask, Think
Suffer, Persevere, Listen, Learn
While wailing waves woven with worry of
SAMSARA
I will dodge raindrops before they pour
And challenge myself to a duel with a mirror
Breath, Move, Grave, BEGIN!
Many years ago I've received a gift
'Tis a gift that beats any kind of tip
It helped me in my lowest to give myself a lift
'Tis something that no one else can strip
It can topple all the wealth from any kingdom
It can also help a slave to have their freedom
What am I pertaining to, one might ask
You might already have it but hidden in a cask
The love for wisdom and curiosity to learn
A skill that's innate but not easy to earn
'Tis something that everyone should yearn
But to get it one must not be aloof but stern
The only thing that can steal this gift is death itself
But this shouldn't prevent you from trying enriching one's self.
Non arcum tuum, respicite
Avus, requiescat in pace
"Remember that you are going to die", Latin phrase
which reminds us that death is certainty...
Art prepares the human being for death
imminent... Memento mori...
I finally took the third dose
of the science vaccine...
I can already realize of dying
before the beginning and closer
of the edge...
For enjoying my eternity...
i can imagine i'm eternal
for this virus...
I can take care of myself now
for what is to come...
If you happen to die from it,
it will be fatal for pure...
the noble will have left the evil
win... !
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Gal vich eday kali dori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Shayer babu ay munda lahori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Baanh vich kara chapal peshori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Ay laga phiray chori chori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Khuda janda recce de story
Time sada chukay bilu Mori.
Note. Ham kis marz ki dava hain.
MEMENTO MORI
"Remember you're going to die", Latin phrase
that reminds us that death is certainty...
Art prepares human beings for death
imminent...
Anyway I took the second dose
of the science vaccine ...
I can already think of dying
before the start and closer
of the end...
For enjoying my eternity ...
I can realize I'm eternal
for this virus ...
I Will have best care of myself
for what is to come ...
If I happen to die of it,
it will be fatal for wellfare ...
Health will have left evil
win ...!
I have faith, but let's see,... !
Living right,
death of no concern
Dying right
—life begins again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
One day, someday, man will awake.
He will find the time of his mistake.
He will turn and cry at his defeat.
On how he’s made this world so bleak.
Yes, he will cry & try to make amends.
Yet what’s done is done & tis the end.
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