Tempus Poems - Poems about Tempus

The teacher said, ‘Back in five minutes,’ before leaving the room His students groaned, ‘half an hour’ meant ‘soon’ The time crawled by, the class dwindled to one ...

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Time divorces from memory Moments refocused sublime Lost in sequential detachment Freeing the message —unsigned (The New Room: June, 2023)...

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You watch it haste and watch it fly, Why try espy it flashing by? Now you see it, now you don't, Then you heard it ~ now you won't. First, it's here and then it's gone, Much the same for everyone. Like a cloud high in the air Glance once more and it's not there. Like a bubble drifting past, Though you know it...

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No time for the memories, no time to refrain No time for the questions, as answers proclaim No time for the yearnings, regret hovers close No time for new learning —all time but a ghost (Dreamsleep: December, 2015)...

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Our past is never where its left, the tide always returns Those things unsaid not put to bed, like butter still unchurned Returning once returning twice, its power built on fear To undermine those things adrift —till anchored yesteryear (The New Room: March, 2022)...

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TEMPUS FUGIT I seemed to be going through a change, Maybe the male menopause. Or perhaps a mid-life crisis, But I had fun whatever the cause. I purchased a Harley Davidson To roar about the place And I rescued my flares from the wardrobe That I’d held on to, just in case With a cowboy shirt and a shoe-lace tie, I reckoned I looked pretty...

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Someday we'll all see the sky and not rebuke the rain The sun will shine the morning dew will glimmer But not one there to baske upon it's day The trees will shed leaves with it's seeds as it breeds And mountains will fuel causeways turned into Oceans The depth of the canyons so rich and eroded Hold secrets...

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While in my youth I racked my brain to fill up Time Taken aback By Time’s fast pace Once in my prime Dismissive still that Time ticks on indeed clockwise Not feeling yet that treasured Time so fleeting flies Of trite excuse « for lack of Time » I had no fears Time’s metronome hounds hastily in golden years...

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another day is almost done scented bubbles - an anticipation warm water calls her by her name: a relaxing "mom time" accommodation with exhalation, hands gently grasping a book binding worn to smooth eyes lusting for a deep escape each written word meant to soothe her heart covertly coveting, for a short time, an empty abode her favorite novel only just begun short self-care arrangement is...

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Time passes through my watch, as function follows form Most sacred of mysteries —the final sojourn (Dreamsleep: January, 2021)...

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Does anyone else have the feeling That life is escaping too fast That passing of time leaves you reeling As present reverts to the past? A blink, and the baby is crawling Then walking to school on his own Too soon university's calling And full independence is sown. For time cannot stall in its travels And yes, we should treasure what's gone, But shape as...

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Capsules of time… no beginning or end The view from without, the view from within Defining the space, transporting the hours Moment by moment —again and again (Haverford College: October, 2020)...

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Time, that old imposter, who kids you its on your side, in your early years embrace it, with both arms open wide for soon its perfidious nature will steal your youth away, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by insidious day. The signs are not apparent, the symptoms surreptitious. Your hair falls out, you get the gout and all...

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I sat by the television today. Bored out of my mind I must say. I appreciate that I have senior status not as if it really matters. But when the television announcer place me as and old person. How time flies. I was just appreciating being a senior. Oh well tempus fugit....

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Time flies they say If so, may wings each day soar high May not regret as sunset falls beget dismay Each new sunrise With fresh eyes seize And prize the day. 31.01.19 'Any Theme Than Bauk Poetry Contest' Sponsored by Charles Messina...

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