All the time I've wished away
I'd wish to have it back today
'Not good enough' it seemed to be
When it was there surrounding me
Wish it away, and wish it back
There always seems to be some lack
Not with the present day content
The 'here and now' we do resent
The good old days I'd have again,
They were the 'now' rejected then
Unlike some knick knack on a shelf
Time can't be hoarded for ones self
If every wish I made came true
When wishing present time were through
To an early grave I would have passed
My every wish come true at last
There is no time like the present
The only time you can embrace
moments lived in absolute grace
There is no time like the present,
Not be wasted in discontent and lament.
With alpine mountains saluting you,
vibrant seasons and countless vivid hues,
Nature as if celebrates every minute,
why not honour the vast beyond compute ?
Digging the past and stay aghast,
setting soul to uncalled for lambaste,
Or anticipating that future be bright,
and waking up in distress past midnight.
Inhale positive vibes of torrential flow,
Appreciate seven colours of the rainbow,
Now be the secret, now be the song,
As needles of clock keep ticking along,
Feel the mystic fragrance as of today,
every today and each day after day,
If we could introspect and reinvent,
Be sure there is no time like the present.
Written March 31st, 2016
For contest "cliche" by Silent one
Now entered for "Premiere contest no 12" by SKAT A
How she rests on grasses from a jungle
Tulips and pines of forest 'round her shed;
A hand exploring time's precious compass
With graced arms afloat, never way ahead.
Her bay cradles shelled rock that lazes by
This pure moment holding an endless sea…
Above, the jiggled sound of breakers glide
When thrushes arrange music endlessly.
Oh, to pause along slant of herb and moss
Where marquee of colors glints like a flame...
The purple sash of hay twirling softly
With crests unhurried on waters, quite tame.
A power of here, now, lays on calm navel;
Gently assured, relishing dew and heat
Unique is her time, never repeated…
Eos , dawn goddess, holds that rare flash, sweet!
Cliché Contest, Silent One
3/31/2016
" There Is No Time Like The Present"
Time present will be time yesterday
Time present will lead to time tomorrow
While standing on the one-time-only bridge
Can we afford to look the other way
No way
Now that time is in the pink hug
Melting red heat in my fountain
How come you raise past and future
In spite of the heavenly bliss we reap
No way
The tree last Tuesday was uprooted
Two explosions at Brussels Airport
Now is the time for relief and restoration
No blaming and counter blaming now
No way
The farmer sows seed in the spring sun
Seeds of sweet hope seeds of blue frames
Come what may rain or mayhem
Can he leave his golden present
No way
Yesterday is to commemorate
Tomorrow is to be shaped out
Out of what we dream and do today
We must not delay to pave the way
No way
Any love that I can pour on you
Any poem I can write with dew
Any metaphor I can coin anew
I shall not defer for the mystery of tomorrow
No way
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March26, 2016
There’s no stopping tomorrow from becoming today
So pack up your wishes, just put them away
Now is the time to do all that you’ve dreamed
Start acting on wishes and all of your schemes
Waste not a moment as time goes so fast
Count on each second to make your time last
Be everything you have always wanted to be
Now is the time to make dreams history
The past is gone,the future yet to come.
Our heartbeat has this moment only to engage with
In the blind rhythm of life.
Why fret about about what lies ahead
Or regret what we have done?
In vain ,we bury ourselves
In the living tomb of unseeing nostalgia
Or in the airy castles of prized projects,
Illusions in which we suffocate.
Seize the moment,
Breathe in the richness
Of today's aroma,
Touch the hearts of those around,
Listen to the sound of life.
Whether the hues be vibrant or sombre,
Look deeply into their texture
To touch your soul.
Taste the bitter sweetness of existence.
Without this moment,you are but an empty shell.
It will not return.
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