As time moves on it eats the past,
where everything we thought would last
is wrapped in present’s new born robe,
and once again joins past’s abode.
The only thing that now is real,
is not the things the past did steal
but only things this moment share,
for present is the clothes we wear.
So dwell not on what’s gone before,
but use each new day’s open door
with memories and learnings bought
from everything the past has taught.
The future we have yet to see
but it's been made by history,
so cherish things that now have past
these craft a future meant to last.
Ivor G Davies
Writtten for Paula Swansons 'When' contest.
Ask not about what the future may bring.
Whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring.
Breathe deeply the aroma from life's belfry.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.
Seek not to know when death shall call.
Whether bells shall toll or cardinals sing.
Instead find joy in each moment's acme.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Think not about ghouls and banshees
Or wonder what makes hopes cloudy.
Rest your thoughts upon here and now.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Worry not about why bereavement calls.
Do not dwell on words of war.
And if at days start your mind seems clogged,
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Be happy enjoying life's fragrant…peace.
Turn long-term goals into shorter leaps.
Set life's table with roses and daisies
Then, wake up and smell the coffee.
Steadfastly time steals; days pass away.
And memories too soon fade as well.
Trust not what bouquet the future holds.
Wake up and smell the coffee, today.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 3, 2010
Poetic form: Carpe Diem (With a Kyrielle feel and a touch of rhyme…SMILES!)
Many instant delights can never last
All future certainty lies in the past,
Often distant memories linger so
Nostalgia's balance sways to and fro;
Fleeting and ephmeral is the dream
Yesterday's hero,a today's has-been,
Rose-tinted glasses with short-sighted views
Can distort all perspective,out of true;
Twenty,twenty embellishes hind-sight
But cannot guarantee,a future bright,
Experience forgotten wastes away
As superficiality has its day.
The wheel of life endlessly turns again
Grinding mistakes with perpetual pain.
The days just seem so long since they took you away
Imagining the walls and the confinement
Knowing that you say reality is far worse than my imagination.
Wondering how to help you survive and knowing that there is nothing that I can do.
It is up to you and others
Your strength, your character which will need to put you on the path of your future and
dreams.
Others that will put obstacles in your way which include the guards, the courts, your past.
If not for you, then make a future for your little girl, she deserves (as do you) to know that
her father made mistakes but was able to overcome them.
You say your attitude is what is making the guards nervous; you will not take anything or
show them emotion.
Understandable knowing who is watching you.
But you need to respect yourself; as well as be respectful to them. They hold the keys.
It is a fine line to walk.