There was a time
when my vision was raw
but my words
were riper still
There was a time
before there was pain
with the weather
never chill
There was a time
when the wind called my name
zephyrs
fresh and new
There was a time
with my feelings in song
in love with the moment
— and you
(Perelman Center: September, 2025)
it was our special song
the first note launches instant time travel
warm memories flood my mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A gentle breeze carried the tune
of a lady gone too soon.
I listened to it longingly until,
inside my bones, it caused a chill;
and then blew my dreams through other bones,
across centuries of dulcet tones.
(Entered for Contest: "Take Me To Where Love Learns No More". Sponsor: Justin Bordner. Deadline: 4/4/2025.)
Love can be hard
Love can be kind
Love can be kind of hard to find
Love could be yours
Love could be mine
Love could be time at yours or mine
Love is a bird
Love is a song
Love is a bird with a word and a song.
Come on guys I really need to go.
My inside are about to blow,
This line is way too long,
No time to sing a song.
I am filled with messy cargo.
The new year arrives as a baby,
will this year be great maybe.
Winter will turn into spring,
the birds will chirp and sing.
Summer turns into fall,
is 2024 being great to all.
We are back to the end of this year,
we can party and give 2025 a huge new cheer.
Who among us
will write at the end
Who among us
the last to contend
Who among us
will capture goodbye
Who among us
won’t wither then die
Who among us
will stare it all down
Who among us
our destiny found
Who among us
will proffer the word
Who among us
demand to be heard
Who among us
will write the last song
Who among us
—will bridge the beyond
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
dance
and song
all day long
still for moments
then roaming blooms and fuchsia midnight rooms
restless rapt wind rousing all to tango
in orange mists
of dawn or
scarlet
dusk
The sands of time
Vs 1
The sands of time keep moving,
ever faster.
I notice as each day passes by
Bridge 1
Why doesn't time have mercy on me?
The sands of time are going to bury me
So, I live each day without a care,
bend my knees in earnest prayer
Vs 2
The sands of time keep raging,
ever silent.
The lines upon my face, cannot lie.
Bridge 2
At least together we can face the storm
Hold onto me and I will keep you warm
No matter how hard the sand will blow
My love for you will not grow old
Chorus
The sands of time...
oh, the sands of time...
We journey through the sands of time...
I am yours and you are mine.
Vs 1
The sands of time keep moving,
ever faster.
I notice as each day passes by
Bridge 2
At least together we can face the storm
Hold onto me and I'll keep you warm
No matter how hard the sand will blow
My love for you will not grow old
Chorus
The sands of time...
oh, the sands of time...
We journey through the sands of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
We journey through the sands of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
I am yours and you are mine..
repeat fade
John Derek Hamilton
August 7,2023
All this skin holds my body
working or as a homebody
what a miracle it is
do not give me a quiz
now I need to go potty.
Under the skin we find many bones
some say they are hard as stones
bones ache from time to time
calling out a rhyme
my heart sings and never groans.
Date Written: 6/12/2023
A Double Limerick
Time... Let it roll on, take its toll on
Life... Let it go on, keep the show on
Song... Let it croon on, put the tune on
Dance... Let it groove on, sway and move on
Game... Let it play on, run and stay on
Pen... Let it write on, spread the light on
17th May 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bitsize contest no 64"
Quote By My Dad "A quitter never wins and a winner never quits."
My dad did not teach me much,
the few things he did have been priceless.
He never would let me give up,
no matter how hard it was for me.
Being young at the time,
I did not know he was teaching me character.
How many people stop,
just before they would have won.
How many songs~books~plays have been unwritten,
by quitters.
If Thomas Edison had given up,
would we be without electricity
A writer writes because it is in their blood,
never leave a page unwritten.
"1 Place"
It's about time
to listen to the wind sing
about time
to breathe in and out with the swelling of waves
about time
to walk the narrow ridge of your lover's soul
about time
to feel love flow within you
It's about time
about ... time ...
Salsa for Baroque
To every song, Time dances
Never seeming to stop.
22 January 2022
not
soon
enough
song will return to tree
tall grasses and
blossom shrubs
but what if they don't
what if this is the year
there is no singing
no talking grasses
no choir amidst petals
will we forget their songs
in short time
like we've forgotten
how a smile tangoes
with the eyes
but the songs will return
they must...
surely these frosty masks will be shed
like snakeskin...
yes, the songs will return
but with different crooners
in time everything will return
masks will be shed
and the young will be spoon-fed
our sad stories
of
death
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