All Time Is Of The LORD
By: Miracle Man
7/15/2023
I awoke this morning
with a stretch and yawn.
One step and I realized
I wasn’t King but still a Pawn.
I had remained a prisoner
of time and my condition.
Today didn’t start differently
but the same old rendition.
We change a car’s odometer
but can’t alter our age.
For once our clock is spent
it’s on history’s page.
God does not allow
for any type of revision.
So we can’t allow self
to be the impetus for derision.
Psalm 118:24 KJV
“This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”
Categories:
odometer, change, god, time,
Form: Quatrain
Cloud covers swept over us
Receded then came again
I looked at the lulls and gusts
Then gripping the wheels refrain
Signs loomed out of the darkness,
Warning of “potholes ahead”.
I mused over the message’s starkness,
Just think what the cold and road had bred!
On-coming headlights showed
Swift currents of snow crossing the way.
Then large swirls flew up from the road,
“Stay the course and resist the sway.”
Others’ tracks vanished in the winds fray.
I looked at the odometer and did the math.
Forests, snow, but no sign of moose, overall, a good day.
We would give thanks, knowing we withstood winter’s wrath.
Once home, we looked inside.
Tasks accomplished. Grateful to be home at last.
The fierce gales subsided. The winter’s storm had lied.
We repeated the songs and prayers of journeys past.
Then as fatigue engulfed us, we set all aside.
Categories:
odometer, faith, night, snow, storm,
Form: Rhyme
fading light captured
the roadside shimmers
soft shadows fall on ditches
I’ve been here before
I watch numbers change
on the odometer for amusement
to mark the passage of my life
a familiar song on the radio
but outside whispers of silence
sun and the moon in the sky
as they get ready to dance
my life given to reflections
a day given to moonlight
Categories:
odometer, memory, night,
Form: Free verse
leaning on the fender
of someone else's dream
am i really in here
or just pretending to be
not ready yet to wake up
please don't pinch me
the owner of the dream i think
looks at me and smiles
rust on my britches
this dreams been here awhile
i glance at the odometer
it's got a lot of miles
no wait, he's a dream salesman
asks if i'm here to buy
says this is one of the best of them
go ahead and kick the tires
i go ahead and kick the tires
this guy is not a liar
now i'm in my very own dream
spinning down the road
never really had a dream
i could call my very own
90 miles an hour
safely tucked in my bed at home
Categories:
odometer, dream,
Form: Rhyme
It was forty by the thermometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded
It was thirty by the numbered meters
The sun slipped away, fell out
It was a full end, imagination in space
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped
It was twenty on the speedometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought conjured
That blew away
It was ten by the odometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to park
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of darkness
And it had passed into sleep
It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up becoming zero
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there
It was zero by the underometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was something in the dark
And there it stayed
Categories:
odometer, age, change, dark, future,
Form: Free verse
It was forty by the thermometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded
It was thirty by the numbered meters
The sun slipped away, fell out
It was a full end, imagination in space
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped
It was twenty on the speedometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought conjured
That blew away
It was ten by the odometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to park
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of darkness
And it had passed into sleep
It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up becoming zero
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there
It was zero by the underometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was something in the dark
And there it stayed
Categories:
odometer, age, deep, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse
Road Trip
Roaring motor, full tank of gas,
candy paint covered the car,
Odometer reset, shades on, the
wheels shining like a star.
Another mission we're on
without a phone, no GPS,
Didn't matter where we were
going, ain't got no worries-zero
stress!
Throttles down, top is dropped,
wind blowing through our hair,
Racing thru the turns and
traffic, passing with no care!
In due time we'll make it,
arrive to our destination,
Properly revise our plan and
find the nearest gas station.
Categories:
odometer, car,
Form: Acrostic
A thousand miles an hour
This fete a break through
I scan the speedometer, inset odometer
Stuck in the traffic Jam a thousand, without a move
I wonder!
Fellow citizen passes on wheel chair
A thousand far cry shy
Overtaking treacherously
Counting his steps is staccato
He stops and wonders, boss
Sorry, he muses, poor boy, he mutters
The Jam’s got to take another thousand
And I stare at the speedometer
A thousand miles an hour
The break through.
Categories:
odometer, allegory, imagination,
Form: Free verse
There are many things that smell good to noses.
Are you familiar with bunches of long stem roses?
I’ll tell you my favorite fragrance by far
is the smell of the inside of a mint condition car.
Fresh off the assembly line, the interior is pristine.
Only a few test miles on the odometer can be seen.
No finger smudges on the windshield can we see.
The most prominent scent comes from the upholstery.
I enjoy the smell while I can, it’s not permanent.
It goes away shortly after I make the first payment.
Categories:
odometer, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
gonna try it out
see just how it feels
slip behind the wheel
run it through the gears
test drive this new love
gonna study “Carfax”
view the history
check it for collisions
learn its mysteries
test drive this new love
gonna kick the tires
‘fore I take it for a spin
look in the rearview mirror
to see where it has been
test drive this new love
gonna consider miles remaining
if the odometer reads true
see if it’s reliable
or needs work under the hood
test drive this new love
gonna test drive this new love
Categories:
odometer, funny, love
Form: Verse