Look deep inside my words
And tell me what you see
My words are the eyes to my soul
The hidden part of me
They will tell you who I am
Peering, from the inside out
They'll show you all of my hopes and dreams
And what I'm all about
Sometimes they're like a time machine
If you look carefully
They'll show where I came from
And what I used to be
They will show you things I try to hide
Like all of my bad mistakes
They'll tell you of the pain I feel
Each time that my heart breaks
Look deep inside my words
Though there isn't much to view
See the hidden part of me
For I am just like you
God is here!
do you believe in him?
what is it?
who do you know?
what's make?
is there time?
is there a clock?
I don't know.
It isn't my time.
It's the time for everyone.
It is the time to be calm.
It is nothing here.
I can't believe it.
I don't remember thing.
who do you know in your life?
where are you going?
is there something good in your life?
is there you?
I know!
there isn't!
who do you believe in?
i would say,
no-one!
is there something?
no!
I don't think so!
is there something really good in you?
I know!
there isn't!
make it precious.
precious though.
precious everything.
She doesn't want warmed over poems,
Just as Grandpa and his pie.
Much like my darling grandma did
I'll try hard to comply.
Conceived, revolved, molded with love
Poems and pies are much alike.
I did well in her other one today.
How often can luck strike?
So here it is dear Constance,
All set and ready to bake.
It may not be a masterpiece,
But I've not the time to take.
This poem has had no time to rise,
Nor to bubble and mature.
Four out of ten already in,
I must post it now for sure.
For Poems Have Wings contest took 5th place
In time and on time,
Good time and bad time.
Do time and done time,
Glad time and sad time.
Mark time and make time,
Last time and first time,
Tell time and take time,
Best time and worst time.
Save time and waste time,
Make time and lose time,
Bake time and taste time,
No time and choose time.
All the time and some time,
Day time and night time,
Leave time and come time,
Wrong time and right time.
Sleep time and show time,
Fast time and slow time.
Reap time and sow time
And know it's time to go time.
For Paula's say The Word Contest. Received HM
The street lights switch on & so does my head,
From my mind flows prose, compose, no time for bed.
Who knows if those thoughts are chose to come again,
No time to doze, put on some clothes & grab yourself a pen.
The dawn breaks & so does my stride,
Thoughts turn to dust in my mind,
Another artistic vampire, the creative undead,
Time to return to my coffin, my bed.
Here lies the great day sleeper,
Known to few, respected by none, most thought him daft,
His heart burnt bright with the love of his craft,
Fueled by the fires of passion & drive,
Doused with a lack of any real substance.
R.I.P.
Redemption In Poetry.
Scenes flicker as memories refresh
in the winds pathway of serenity, nature’s rudiment of music
reality stands still as time proceeds
in a network template of silence where musical rhythms are born
memories connect, thoughts reassemble, moments rearrange
reverse, rewind there
moments that gave memories , remember
capture the moment, still
bright moments disperse
lights fluctuate in an attempt to contend
dreams unveil
inspirations discern
while floating in this Iceland beach of eternity’s hue
never a bore even in the blur
gliding caressing its surface with my emotions
divulging feelings, thoughts and desires gradually succumb
I drift, soar, fly, while lost in this visionary trance
capture the moment, still
as time proceeds
in an attempt to define
what was lost
my destination’s rebirth is reborn .............
Members of families, friends, the ones we know and the ones we don’t
Forever remain in our memories
With time we remember their presence, when time seemed like forever
We reminisce with tears, joy, pain, at our fights and struggles
We visit the places that rekindle their sight
We perceive the scents that rekindle their smell
As their memories continually flood our reality
They unfold in our dreams as part of time
We know they are never forgotten and we feel they feel the same for us too
............................
Note - Inspired by the loss of a legend and for all the beautiful people that we've lost,
those that I know and those I don't.
As we grow into adults
We get lesson after lesson
Of sacrifice
And we’re shown again and again
Its rewards
We sacrifice
For our kids
For our family
For that car
For this house
For that job
For this status
We go without
We abstain
We hold back
All for a greater cause
This time
My lesson
Will be the sacrifice made
For me
For my craft
For my writings
I will sacrifice time from the kids
Because they’d rather be somewhere, anywhere, other than hanging with their mom
I will sacrifice time from my spouse
Because he’d much rather have more time to talk with his mistress than talk with me about
our future
I will sacrifice money from my measly earnings
Because I may be living paycheck to paycheck but the few dollars spent to be amongst other
people who share the same passion of writing
Is worth it to me
I will sacrifice whatever is needed
Because I believe
It is time
a time to sing
Time to let praises ring
a time to say
Time to pray
a time to rest
Time to pursue our quest
a time to act
Time to turn back
a time to write
lines to excite
a time to create
it's never too late
For every thing there is season and time to every purpose under the heaven From Ecclesiates 3:2
Time and time and time again,
shaking hand and black inked pen,
poised above the prelined sheet,
where thoughts and rhymes and memories meet.
Trying to see the glass half-full,
feels like wearing itchy wool,
to my own self must be true,
the color of my world is blue.
I hate to bring you people down,
my poem's angst goes 'round and 'round,
Even I am sick of me!
So there I go, just let it be.
©Danielle White
Thanks to the poets who love my words
Meaning in their eggs fly like birds
The snake may suckle slurping in delight
But give them time to be feathered by light
We brotherhood carvers in the tongue
Let your muse break joy this time to live among
The unslithered past of printed page
Lying against the shell of rage.
I sing truth, and truth is my balm in the night
Long after honor has winged her flight
Away from the rough cliffs of barren minds
We poet will be the pole star of all true sign.
Calendar pages turned again,
Reminders of the year that’s been.
Twelve months gathered into one,
In this race, relentless time has won.
The hands of time will not turn back,
But keep on ticking right on track.
Faces toward the future turned,
Remembering now, lessons learned.
A brand new chapter will unfold
New pages turned, new stories told.
For “soupers” may the year be bright,
Our passage noted with heartfelt write.
Wishing my friends here a very happy and prolific New Year
(triple tetractys)
The
night is
very peaceful
and so quiet
just that perfect time to think and write
This is when I can really concentrate
and meditate
about things
I just
dream
and
wonder
all the time
day in and night out
time to give thanks and praise God for all His blessings
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
November,23,2008
You’re not allowed to read this poem!
Unless your name is Jeroboam.
So stop right now before you start,
A mindless poem with no heart.
No need to let your eyes a’ wander,
You must have tons of time to squander --
Looking at this awful mess,
Of verbal anecdotal-ness.
You just don’t listen to my haste!
Instead your hard-earned time you’ll waste.
I warn you, it will now soon end…
It’s just around this sentences’ bend --
So just
to mess
with
you
I’ll
write,
A falling sentence, leaning right;
You’ve reached the end I hope you know,
There’s nothing more for me to show…
If you’re still here, there’s no more rhyme --
Cause this is now the final line.