“Life is time and time is life without one you have lost the other”
Spare time no one has
In time we have life
Out of time we are dead
Correct time is right
“There is no time like the present time is a gift”
“There is no time to lose time, we are to busy trying to find the time”
Life begins when time tells time what to do
Life ends when your time limit is up
There is no time like the present
The only time you can embrace
moments lived in absolute grace
There is no time like the present,
Not be wasted in discontent and lament.
With alpine mountains saluting you,
vibrant seasons and countless vivid hues,
Nature as if celebrates every minute,
why not honour the vast beyond compute ?
Digging the past and stay aghast,
setting soul to uncalled for lambaste,
Or anticipating that future be bright,
and waking up in distress past midnight.
Inhale positive vibes of torrential flow,
Appreciate seven colours of the rainbow,
Now be the secret, now be the song,
As needles of clock keep ticking along,
Feel the mystic fragrance as of today,
every today and each day after day,
If we could introspect and reinvent,
Be sure there is no time like the present.
Written March 31st, 2016
For contest "cliche" by Silent one
Now entered for "Premiere contest no 12" by SKAT A
How she rests on grasses from a jungle
Tulips and pines of forest 'round her shed;
A hand exploring time's precious compass
With graced arms afloat, never way ahead.
Her bay cradles shelled rock that lazes by
This pure moment holding an endless sea…
Above, the jiggled sound of breakers glide
When thrushes arrange music endlessly.
Oh, to pause along slant of herb and moss
Where marquee of colors glints like a flame...
The purple sash of hay twirling softly
With crests unhurried on waters, quite tame.
A power of here, now, lays on calm navel;
Gently assured, relishing dew and heat
Unique is her time, never repeated…
Eos , dawn goddess, holds that rare flash, sweet!
Cliché Contest, Silent One
3/31/2016
" There Is No Time Like The Present"
Time present will be time yesterday
Time present will lead to time tomorrow
While standing on the one-time-only bridge
Can we afford to look the other way
No way
Now that time is in the pink hug
Melting red heat in my fountain
How come you raise past and future
In spite of the heavenly bliss we reap
No way
The tree last Tuesday was uprooted
Two explosions at Brussels Airport
Now is the time for relief and restoration
No blaming and counter blaming now
No way
The farmer sows seed in the spring sun
Seeds of sweet hope seeds of blue frames
Come what may rain or mayhem
Can he leave his golden present
No way
Yesterday is to commemorate
Tomorrow is to be shaped out
Out of what we dream and do today
We must not delay to pave the way
No way
Any love that I can pour on you
Any poem I can write with dew
Any metaphor I can coin anew
I shall not defer for the mystery of tomorrow
No way
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March26, 2016
Time, time, it is free for all but is so priceless,
We must let go of the past- live in the present;
The crazy thing is that it does not cost a cent,
Now, right now is the time to go after your dreams.
Many of us stay in jobs that are just mindless,
And in relationships turned poison and shallow;
Time to dust off those dreams and success will follow,
There is no time like the present to dream it seems.
Travel all emerald paths and follow blue streams,
This life is fleeting- eternity infinite . . . ;
Make each new moment beautiful and exquisite,
Just start where you are because if not now, the when?
Live the life you imagined, find your own sweet Zen,
Start here and now before your time runs out. Amen
Recently I saw,
My life was going nowhere,
Working a job below me.
So, I said to me,
Self, no time like the present,
It is your time to just shine!
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March 23, 2016
Poetry/Canzone/ Choka/There Is No Time Like The Present
Copyright Protected, ID 16-771-240-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Cliché,
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Seems there is no time like the present,
Yesterday forgotten, tomorrow can only wait.
Something is burrowing very deep inside,
All is all to give but never enough to receive.
Back she lies, chest heaving, heart pounding,
Forward he thrusts, dives to the ocean.
Her arms like the waves encircle,
He the dolphin, to and from the depths.
He stops to gently taste her waters,
A thirst of fire he laps to quench.
Weightless bubbles upon his tongue,
Her hands lead him deliberately on.
She strokes a hand across the belly,
Resting in shallows held only by her grasp.
Piece by piece she feeds along his flesh,
Now it is her thirst to be laid to rest.
Once again he dives beneath the waves,
Across the waters back he makes his way.
She turns to allow his weightless comfort,
Into her depths he sags and dies.
Its funny how people say Time flies
When I try to watch him, he just stood still
I belive he heals all wounds
But people always say they are just trying to kill Time
It doesn't seem quite right
I heard there is no Time like the present
I always think of him in the past
They say he changes everything
But i've always found him to be more constant
Maybe even repetitive
He can be silent, but he also speaks
He can love, and he can hate
He is in war, but also in peace
I think I heard that somewhere...
People say there is never enough of him
Maybe I will feel the same when my Time comes
Or perhaps, when Time comes for me
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