Short Aeon Poems

Moments before the meetings
always so full of significance,
 aeon after mismatches
filled with bitter memoirs......

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Time is of the essence





To lifetime essence,
Memories freeze in aeon,
Stay live in epoch
Interim generations,
Can needles of clock rewind ?





Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7
Written Dec 11th, 2015
For contest "Time is of the essence" by CT

Awarded 6th place win...

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I still find beautiful pictures of you
Painted on my frail heart.
One, two, maybe three but not few,
Hanging beneath its wounded parts
Daily blurred further by nostalgic tears.

Your voice re-echoes  
Like fired cannons,
It haunts worse than geckos
Peeping through dark shadows from aeon.
Adieu lost love,once again....

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Make no haste,
your work is restless.

Aeon give me pause--
no more ticking
gears grinding
ever towards the
lonely end.

Live the now.
Even Death took
a holiday,
veering briefly from an
eternity of reaping
solitude.

Take your time
on earth and
mingle--
overindulge in
reverie.
Rest assured,
oblivion can
wait....

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This is a tale of a world reborn,
Beautiful ways of life to form,
After global warming,
Comes an Ice Age dawning,
Then an aeon of floods,
To wash away our crud,
Geographic cycles, yes,
We're all in an age, I guess,
Who shall survive,
Of species still alive?
An ancient Planet Earth,
Always reborn, a vast girth,
This is a tale of a world reborn,
And beautiful ways of life to form!!!!...

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Romans and Greeks
Sound synonymous to antiques,
Symbols of Renaissance
Old yet fashionable,
Not bygone are the most valuable,

Classical stamps of the aeon,
Singing chronicles of yesteryears,
Resurging and Reawakening past,
Are the antiques!

Precious history coming alive,
Culture visible a priceless scribe,
Massive learning for the present,
Since what are known present today,
Will be memorable antiques of tomorrow !!




Written on 18/4/14...

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Facing the world like a judge;
A judge in his own case,
which ended with a phrase,
‘Guilty’ my lord.

For aeon of its destruction,
which for long cost it its beauty,
and its ancestral history said in misery.
Will I ever get an absolution?

Absolution from the air,
and the breeze the trees give unpaid
But with decapitation I repaid the Acacia.

Absolution from the beauty I trampled on in recur.
Will I ever be forgiven?
Oh! Please, answer me Mother Nature....

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the age of our creation blooms
bursting from the solid earth
let it be our masters' doom
and true life begin to birth
from hollow shells that live and die
seeking only selfish things
thru existence multiply
the good of life and what it brings
let our task be speaking truth
seeing with 3 open eyes
bringing in a troubled youth
enbracing them with joyful crys
let us learn from our creator
how we too make paradice
spread from poles to the equator
lest we fall from men to mice...

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Cold nights and darken days,
A setting sun, a cloudy haze.
Tear filled eye’s and a pain filled soul,
My life is gone, a blackened hole.
Is this all that’s left for me,
An empty life, my own dead sea.
Longing for love I linger on,
A ghost in the wind trapped for an aeon.
Beaten, raped, broke, and bruised,
Who would love someone so dirty and used.
Alone in a gutter waiting to die,
With tear filled eyes I start to cry.
Time to give in, time to let go,
My spirit is gone I am hollow....

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