If I could have lived my life
Then this life is not mine. Not mine. Then this present has gone too far
I didn’t wait this time. Never. I needed the love. But that didn’t work
Doesn’t work the love? Unacceptable, my life? Yes. This is the reality
Solitude is the price for my independent life. I am paying the penalty
Hmm. Price? Penalty? Hmm. I am telling the truth. Looser life is best
Goodbye, my lost life, I feel good in the undertime, this world is mine
I needed to live my life. Very. But the psychology crossed my own will
I couldn’t put the fruit of my dream on the altar. Monsters’ science kill
Kill you
Kill me
Everyone
Don’t give up
God gave a way
Restless solitude
Is my life
We will met
In the Eternal
Time is endless - that’s what they say!
When I meet you,
in the gossamer amber twilight...
sun leaving, painting the sky
with a glistening vermillion aura,
feels like the clock is ticking,
the moment is fleeting,
too fast!
golden past feels celestially poignant and eternal,
never escapes my crimson mind...
present is intoxicating and infinite,
Never loses its blazing, limitless charm!
A Strand - 1069 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Never stir up be-stilled waters
By throwing stones, peace matters.
It’s no use dwelling on spent years
That might well up long dried tears,
Nor yet musing on morrow’s cheers,
Hold on to now, neutral gears.
In now’s vast bosom doth live life,
Nowhere else is life so rife.
Look, an infant on mother’s breast,
Look, he’s on time’s tallest crest.
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Reflections |31.12.2020| Couplets
Topic: past, today
The absolute present is nothing else but
The succession of razor-thin moments
At which the future is converted into the past!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 May 2021
Sweet love of mine;
Where are you hiding?
Future darling;
Come to my present time
Please!
Whomever you are;
I love you so, now;
Sweet love of mine;
Would you be so kind?
Come into my present time,
NOW
Sweet love of mine;
Where are you hiding?
Would you be so kind?
Come into my present time,
NOW
4/20/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
'Click' The camera takes a picture,
As the family smiles not knowing what's in-store for the future.
But in a sense no-one knows what's instore for the future,
The past is like a picture.
The past is already said and done,
The present is here and now.
The present passes with each second,
Just like time,
Time is able to be spent,
But not kept,
Using and never being able to get it back.
All you can do for the future is hope,
Hope is a sense of feeling when you see a light in the darkest of time.
Everyone has hope,
but most people dont realize hope is only for the future.
Hope is when you want something to happen.
03/20/16
Exchanging gifts on Xmas Eve:
My mum’s tradition Sue just hates;
A loaded stocking by the bed,
Ensures we spend the day as mates.
For Paula’s Tradition contest