A white washed fence; clean and pristine
On the other side of the fence; cream and olive green
Clear to both- is that the colors fade
Even if one is more in the shade
The sun beams down on an olive branch
That had been extended by chance
The side of the olive green
Has a cream colored rose-painted in a summer scene
Never have the two given up the feud
So both are unsightly and rude
The bullheadedness was getting old
So, the children scold-
The parents
For not accepting each other; when the time was right
Like in the beginning of the fight
A child will learn quicker than an adult
Which road to go down; before it is time to start a bout
About how close a tree is on one’s property
But it is the parent that will create an atrocity
Why do we let our prejudices own us?
Controlling what we do and think.
Unless we change the boat of human hearts will surely sink.
But it wont rest heavily upon our conscience,
as we dont believe out actions have consequence.
So grab a life jacket and up the bracket.
Let our human hearts be saved.
That way perhaps our childrens lives may not be so depraved.
Do we have it in us to do this good.
Or has hate set thick within our blood.
After all we are an infant species.
Easily crumbling to societies mercies.
It's time to ask ourselves the question.
Is it time for evolution or revolution?
I know it well, i know his paranoid mind.. tapping foot, agitated eyes, looking
everywhere but in mine
He pushes his cigarette butt further into the cup, projecting his contorted thought
onto something inanimate..
willfully taking the focus away.. discomfort in his own skin he tries not to display
He knows its just time now that separates him from straight thinking and sound
mind..
silently begging for the allowance of sleep to grant him calm then peace
For in these hours following a euphoric night, he bargains and promises himself
'that was the last time',
like the time before and time before that, a habit to be broken and yes to be free..
when he finds the answer i hope he shares it with me...
I know this man who cared so dear
Who took the responsibility of another man.
He did not have to,
this is true.
But with a willing heart and a helping hand this man became my friend.
He was there when I needed a hug
Was not afraid to give you that pep talk
While he decided to stay and hang out.
I know he could have walked out.
For this, I am grateful to this day.
then something happened and it was not good.
Years went by and times changed
we went our separate ways .
Been awhile since we have talked
I found out your time was short
If I could help you in any way
I would give you that liver today.
I am just letting you know how much you mean to me
Before your time comes and I miss my opportunity.
I marvel at what we've become,
The species born from every sun,
Who think we occupy one space,
Yet part of us is everyplace...
The fabric we're emersed within,
With stitching closer than our skin,
It binds us deeper than our thoughts,
So what we dream is always sought...
I marvel at what will be,
As we branch off from this tree,
Conscious of some other plane,
Religious text cannot explain...
But even if some holy grail,
Could bring the truth into this tale,
Evolution makes us wait,
The time it takes to imitate...
And all the things that we are freeing,
Will help us become better beings,
So when its time to take our place,
We're not divided by our race...
There will come a time when you have finally faded
Your guile, your poisoned tongue will have been traded
For peace and silence desired by those you've hurt
With scripture and professed prophecy you eagerly pervert
And when that time comes, great rejoicing will ensue
For we will be, oh! - so very much over you
Forsaken by friends and sense,
And having taken the way of offense
To earn his elusive daily bread,
He pursued clandestine paths evil-led;
A lone wanderer on unknown streets,
Where he sought to win his fortune in bits
Twisting the necks of innocents,
And from unsuspecting pockets extracting cents!
FATHER AND I
Father and I lived together for years twenty and four,
Much of this time was spent quenching the bliss of youth;
Not knowing that his treasured company would one day eternally go,
And I would be left a poor miser with no male to love;
And that nothing but the Savior can fill this gap.
I shall however his causes endeavor to serve
And upon his doctrines labor;
Even though his company I for a time shall miss,
We shall meet in the savor of eternal bliss!
A woman in a fairy world, made from human dreams
Goddess fair, conceived and born in the time of love
Bound to a place of whispering breeze and moonbeams
Voice as soft and gentle and the coo of the gray dove...
Came the time of summer frolic and gay delight
And in her gleeful wandering she paused to see
Her filmy beauty reflected in a woodland pool
Surrounded by the purple rose and cinnamon tree...
Amazed to see within the pool her quiet twin
Her every motion a study of pure synchronicity
Their fingers touched on one drop of water blue
Ivory wings folded in a moment for pure serenity...
Lovely Astrid tarried there until shadows crept
Entranced by the fluid smile on that shadow face
Finally bound by the magic of that glassy world
She slept, one hand dipped in that watery place....
For Constance's Reflection contest
Barbara Gorelick
Watching the spider as he catches his prey
Spinning his web, delivering venom
Back and forth doing his work skillfully
There in the web a little Gheni Wasp
Fight back each time the spider approaches
Trying to sting and get away at the same time
Each time the Wasp gets weaker _more paralysis
Soon the spider can't move but still alive_barely
The spider slowly digest the wasp_eats _enjoys
Using it up until just a shell__inside empty
But still fear_each time the spider approaches
Fear_torment until death__then spider starts again
Appearances can be deceptive,
And to the superficial gaze
The outside seems dull and grey
Plain looking in many ways,
Yet, when a crack causes
Water to seep slowly through,
A Geode can split to reveal
A dazzling sight to view!
Piles of purple crystals
Sparkling in the light,
Such wonderful inner beauty
Now apparent for our delight.
Have you noticed how some people,
Like a Geode, seem as plain as can be?
Yet, if we take time to peer deeper,
Then, what gems would we see?
Perhaps a beautiful heart
We never thought was there,
Where an aching generosity
Is waiting its time to share?
Yes, a warm, glowing inner beauty
Will emerge before your eyes,
A newly discovered Treasure
For you to cherish, and to prize!
It’s Time to Take Out the Eraser
There once was a boy and his mom
They explored and had fun in their camper.
But the Everglades in June…mosquitoes!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was an avid fossil collector
Looking for shark's teeth without fear.
A great white swam near; she screamed…oh, dear –
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was an innocent girl
She fell in love; but he was no bachelor –
So much for studying; “making her way in the world.”
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was a young reckless driver
That used to be a video game winner.
He cut off a big wheeler in one-day…play?
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once were lovers strolling together.
Sweetly holding hands at the arbor.
Homing pigeons flew above…hundreds!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was a poet in a contest.
She wrote too many words…not a miser.
Readers of her poem did not laugh.
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
A moment for the truths in you
A moment when you can be true
A time when only you knew
When its moments yourself to never know who
Did you know to admit?
Those of things you have done or did
Times in trouble for you to meet
Yet times in trouble you will seek
As often to tell yourself not to
As often… you will tell yourself to do
Funny how to have a life only to rule
When you know how no one knows you
We all need another to survive
Without telling us truthfully as to only feel
Even strangers play a part for us all to strive
Of moments often too late when to know is knew
Will you give yourself that moment?
A moment to you know how to be true
Would you have known for a return…
Will be a time when only you knew
It is time to ............................. RHYME
And it is the time ..................... FOR
Those to take the .................... TIME
When there is ......................... TO
Help out a brother and ............. SPARE
A kind thought or reach into ..... A
Deep pocket and give a ........... DIME
I sit alone, racking a brain silent as stone,
awaiting inspiration, until it comes scrolling
from the recesses of the unknown
Wide awake, heart beat steady,
fingers awaiting thoughts to flow from my brain to them,
beginning the transformation from impulse to prose
Toilsome, my mind content to roam,
refuses to focus on one topic alone,
thoughts fragmented then gone,
soon will come together, no longer alone
Words, once in discord, unite, become clearer,
fingers fly, light as a feather,
transformation rapid, now writing with ease, finally let go,
a philosophic frenzy, barely in control
No time to wonder the how or why,
this collection of verse, this natural high,
what has been written, this lunacy of the mind,
no longer confined, will survive
I rejoice in this composition, its delivery without restriction,
a one of a kind submission, a testimonial of convection,
to once again clone, this marvelous time alone
To newlyweds just starting out,
live long and learn what love's about.
To those whose time is winding down,
embrace the smile, dismiss the frown.
To those who watch in weary wait,
eyes open wide decide your fate.
To those who work and toil each day,
grasp fleeting chance to get away.
For those against whom lies are hurled,
Give not one inch to gossips' swirl.
For forlorn few still left to weep,
May heaven hold you while you sleep.
For ones who long for love and miss,
this time you'll know one tender kiss.
For mothers who will soon give birth:
God bless you both. Renew the earth.
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