Time
Time is a sieve through
which everything slips
what once mattered
rendered meaningless
as our lifeblood drips
onto the clay creating
a muddy bog that in
our well worn boots
we wearily slog
like tired Tommies
in the trenches waiting
with bated breath
for the shrill sound
of the officer's whistle
to pierce the fusty
fetid air and send
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Categories:
sieve, age, fate, time, world
Form: Rhyme
The Sieve of Inspiration
What's happening..
what's happening to me?
Why,oh why
what use was that?
The tears, the trials..
the silences of
words left unsaid..
the ups and downs
What use was that?
The wrinkles,the lines
the aches and pains..
heartbreaks and joy
that each compound
I pick up a pen,
I write it down
As a chrysalis to a butterfly
a poem to emerge..
from a mosaic of memories
to an inspiration surge.
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Categories:
sieve, inspiration, life,
Form: Verse
Time's Sieve
Beneath a tall magnolia I sat
And watched the slender birch trees oft caressed
By wind and sunny tenderness, and blessed
With quiet air above the grassy mat.
Beyond the trees, a tall Artesian fount
Would pour its misty sprinkle on the lake,
Where turtles basked before the sun to take
The pulse of Pan’s calm heart, in restful count.
An
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Categories:
sieve, autumn, bird, nature, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
The Golden Sieve
Having mind like a sieve is not always so bad
For discernment in life is a gift
Information jams can cause a Teutonic shift.
For some, winnowing facts is a hard thing to do
Whether used for retention or letting things through
A good sieve has a value like ‘greater jihad.’
Though we meet our rejection sometimes with a frown
We should
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Categories:
sieve, life,
Form: Rhyme
The Sieve of Time
The Sieve of Time
Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,
whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,
Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,
clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.
Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,
trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine
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Categories:
sieve, allegory, angst, beach, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
Like Grated Cheese In the Sieve
Over the length of time in search for perfection,
a crucial thing remains as the core of my travails;
hardly a fulfillment, a negation to aim this goal,
for it’s impossible and never gets to fruition.
Attempts have always been on the horizon,
thinking that perhaps it can be possible;
however, experiences have proved so well,
that I’m just human, weak in
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Categories:
sieve, faith, inspirational, religion, god,
Form: Rhyme