Short Allotted Poems
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Our allotted days come and go, my time does pass
Relentless as the grains of sand in the hour glass
Death is inevitable, it must come;
A child, young or old, it spares none.
A very short span of time, we are allotted,
Wherefore defile it with grudges and hatred.
Sweet Inheritance
He was going to live
Forever,
Had honey with
His coffee
Every morning
But his allotted time
Was up
In the basement
30 litres of
Honey
Sadly his only son
Has diabetes.
Form:
One life,
one tiny light to shine in our allotted hour
a single strutting chance upon the stage
a single line writ large upon the page,
a chance to love, to live, to give
and what is more,
one entrance and one exit, no encore
When the impersonator of
the first thought,
Stood on the shore of the stream,
A word was uttered.
Which created an echo,
Which has rippled as time....
Since then, these parallel ripples,
Has had cycles of time
Allotted to it....as Fate.
Floating through the veils of time
Finding my allotted space
Moving through its many levels
Filling up with countless memories
Gradually writing various ages upon my face
Now that my time approaches
Looking forward to replacing cosmic for never ending
Eternal time
recognising limitations of body-mind
the vessel allotted for earth life
we make do with the vehicle
remaining always bliss rife
our true Self is love and light
cognised directly by eye of soul
we let not this dream life impact us
as we cheerfully fulfil our ordained role
Ruminating on Li??le Bo-Peep,
and sadly,
her badly-missing sheep,
the evidence will show,
in the time allotted,
to get all her ducks in a row,
she had not spotted
the reason they were lost.
It was because her t's were dotted
and their eyes were crossed.
the brain may be quick or it may be slow
it’s like a car allotted for our use
we dwell in our heart, vibrant and aglow
wherefrom bliss mists continue to effuse
from our auric field, ego’s been cut loose
awakening mind of heart, one with God
to pulsations of love, we give our nod
Have you fought tedium?
Or allowed it to get you down,
In more battles than one,
It has won,
Spent you,
Like a moon on wane,
Keep fighting it,
With weakened limbs,
And numbed brain,
In the process you are not going to die,
Till the time,
You have finished,
Your allotted grains.
be as it may be
moving forward marching fleet
are the many feet
~
of allotted steps
march, March stepping steps walking
left right left stepping
~
it may be as be
moving forward marching fleet
of the centipede
9/16/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
The designer’s all-pervasive light shines remotely
during the travel time allotted for your journey.
Its invisible rays will guide you like the pole star
to the end of your path where He waits for you.
(Stanza taken from The Guiding Light)
May 30, 2021
Contest : Liberum Divisa 6
Sponsor : Gregory Richard Bard
Deep inside a world of black
A rhythm stirs the air
The beating of a tiny heart
Of one so small and fair
Existing in a world so strange
With peril at every bend
Throughout the course of time there's change
As form does start to mend
After the allotted time we'll see
This work of beauty come
And watch the eyes of one now free
Open under the sun
Darkness fancying
Unquiet
In deseribable
Anquish
Stub my toe
Vanquish
Lost my way, nowhere to go
Never forgetting
Unulterable accomplishments
I hold my breath
Nothing left
Intolerable ere
Aggravations Witness
Unquiet
Vanquished
Allotted guess I'm
Anquish...
5/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
The month of June has just arrived.
How many Junes to be?
A month received as precious gift
And guarded jealously.
Each day of June is a jewel
In crown of speeding year.
We mourn its passing in advance
As each June grows more dear.
Paused between the spring and summer
As Heaven’s sweet preview.
The number of Junes allotted
In longest life too few.
Oh beauty, you fleeting flower
How fickle are you,
dwindling by the hour
The desire to possess you
is ever so strong,
Though the time allotted is
never so long
Oh beauty, dear beauty, I’m never so sure
Is it better to have known you
and left wanting more
or better a voyeur
to be trapped in your lure
If I knock one more time,
please open your door
Written: by Tom Wright
2010
As leaf sounds fade under time's wet foot,
Likewise are the echoes of those long past.
Who lie as dry bones among the tranquil,
But a reminiscent view of a life once cast.
Only God discerns the why's of life
Also, the number of steps allotted each to get through it.
Tom
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup W / O 9-15-2019
How quickly it is over,
This game of life we play.
All the days that we're allotted,
Oh, so swiftly pass away.
The roses lose their glory,
As their petals fade and fall,
While evening shadows lengthen,
On life's westward facing wall.
But there yet is time for loving,
Time for family and friends--
Time for sharing tears and laughter,
Ere the game comes to an end.
There's a journey we all take ,
It's the gift of our life.
We travel down the winding
road,
Like a cocoon to the butterfly.
Some are more beautiful than
others.
This life is a short journey,
You have enough days allotted
to fill it.
For all the tasks we must do.
Then at the end of the road we
all fly away.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The
Heart Series.
Sorry I haven't been here to comment on all your wonderful response to my work and me to read all you marvelous poets - but my internet and phone usage ( because of a sibling) is well over my allotted monthly costs and I now have big bill; So I want be on to read or comment for a few days till I get my new credits for my phone and internet.
Blessings- I do miss spending time with you all, Brenda : )
Mother's lap is like paradise ,
Father's vision makes us wise,
God dwells in mom and guides us to rise,
Father is a shelter allotted free of price,
Their love sprinkles like rain can claim with no surprise,
How rich we are only their smiles can decide,
Life is worth living when they are by our side,
Love and care flows in them, all of us realise ,
Our worth lies in making their life king size...
Allotted Time
Miracle Man
4/6/2024
Audible days have become as whispers,
and nights often resemble marathons.
Where once his days seemed to be etched in gold,
time’s ravenous appetite rendered bronze.
Like fruit, from a bud man starts to ripen,
taking life for granted his days descend.
Viewing hinder he encounters “what if’s,”
but his time once spent he cannot amend.
December 5th 2020
By: Miracle Man
Today,
I sit, drowning in memories of elapsed time.
Time spent in other places,
reviewing vague and unnamed faces.
Remembering times when I was all about doing
and I allotted little time for dreaming.
Then, all was forward looking, as I had little past,
Long before the golden (rust) years had cast their net,
but I digress, reality is now.
Tom
He moves down the row
driving a spike into their heads.
I stare at the frog allotted to me.
Small, green,
wide grinning mouth.
It looks like a cartoon drawing,
sat motionless between folded legs,
I half expect it to make a sardonic quip
about the nerdy lab tech
and his thin silver death-prong
Later, my frog is reduced to
just one limb,
attached to an oscillating current.
The leg dances on and on.
Only one life…
Come sacrifice upon the shaft (past?)
Be you pierced right through your heart
Till know you do the allotted path
But you return again…
Past time is gone but coming when
life and death of earthly men
No pitter-patter of old big Ben
But then i’ll go again….
The crypt does wait but we arise
Death throes pass a spirit flies
Borne you are an infant wise
But you will forget again…
Don Johnson