Time is not merely measured by the ticking of clocks or the turning of calendars. It is felt in the spaces between breaths, in the quiet pauses that carry our memories, our joys, and our sorrows. The past is a living archive, a treasure chest of moments that shaped who we are. The present is a fleeting but luminous gift, demanding attention, gratitude, and care. The future waits patiently not as a threat, but as a canvas upon which we may paint our choices.
We often rush, thinking time is against us, yet the truth is that time is patient. It witnesses our struggles, celebrates our triumphs, and gently nudges us toward wisdom. To honor time is to honor ourselves: to remember, to act, and to hope. Every instant we live is a brushstroke on the grand canvas of our existence, and every heartbeat a note in the eternal melody of life.
today,
thinking time
flowing…
no peace,
children dying
in war…
victims,
all those dying
in vain…
iced war,
cold melting life
flowing…
love left,
the war took her
away…
justice
looking…but not
seeing…
39 minutes
That is all that I have left
Before me
Not one minute more
I spent my life
Thinking time is precious
Time is fleeting
So I must hold on
But now I realize
It eludes my grasp
No matter how bitterly
I try to cling on
27 minutes
The clock is ticking
As if it was mocking me
For my imminent demise
My head is full and empty
Devoid of any thoughts
Yet all abuzz with noise
As I try to be composed
My hands are growing cold
My vision is blurred
My heartbeat weak
Yet my will to live strong
15 minutes
And what am I doing
But wasting it away
Like I wasted my life
Time only flows forward
Ever onward
Yet I stubbornly thought
I could be an exception
Perhaps it is cruelest
That I have to make peace
With my imminent death
Within precious last moments
3 minutes
Enough to fill a sandglass
With a lifetime's regrets
How long does a drop last?
An eternity or dry up fast?
Wiped away by a towel
Or drank away with a swallow
Just a little drop of wet
Not in the ocean yet
But when they meet
They splash and crash
As they greet
Deep down in the sea
In and out of gills
So many wonders to see
Swooshing about with thrills
Washed up ashore
When heat begins to attack
Evaporate and grow more
Riding on a clouds back
How long will that cloud last?
Growing big and vast
Until temperature cools
And gravity rules
So down came that water drop
Into a river with a flop
Flowing fast and splashing
Into a pool savagely thrashing
Down a pipe, in fact
Coming out of a tap
Have you ever just sat
Thinking time has passed
How long does that drop last
North and south snowy mass
Frozen in time forever trapped
Part of a larger ice cap
No one only her eyes
Glimmer beyond the sunlight
Rays of hope still present
She faintly smile
May my happy days come?
She question herself multiple times
Immersed in deep thoughts
Tear stream softly from her eyes
Her hope of becoming successful one day
Become blur under the sunlight
May I be able to achieve my dream?
She ask herself every time
Many tried to break her emotionally
She remain quite
Thinking time teaching her lesson
She smile again
May I gain happiness in future?
She raise question herself
Her quench of gaining happiness
Started becoming vague
Her dream of so called "success"
Lost underneath clouds
So, no one only her eyes
raise question with hope till today
Changing for the better requires -positive thinking, time and effort
Heartbreak is like shattered glass
They say they are here forever
Yet while you believed their butt
Forever is a lie, they actually mean never
Planning a future, gets your hopes up
Thinking time would change his mind
If it’s meant to be, it will fill your cup
Little did you know he would find
Someone new better than you’re
The pain he caused he don’t care
You feel like you caused this move
Arguing comes from dare
This broken heart shall heal
One day someone will steal
Do you want me to play music?
This is a teacher who obviously does not write much.
I was giving them silent thinking time
for the thinking-writing activity I had assigned to them.
I am horrified, but it is her room.
I am the interloper, and she has already asked.
They have said ‘yes’.
Funeral dirge comes out of her computer.
I want to gloat; the kids look up, horrified.
I am here fifteen more minutes
in the bowels of hell with this woman.
Who is insistent on everything a particular way.
Perhaps that is why she has spent a year putting up no bulletin boards?
Only borders. I would rather be wearing an orange jumpsuit,
running from the cops.
But here I sit with my pasted smile
For twelve minutes.
Glad I am not one of these fourth graders stuck here all day.
I wake up at three every morning
The witching hour
Is it the cat?
Or something else?
Maybe it is so I can have some thinking time
Before the others get up.
I hear a voice smirk.
You live alone silly!
If you think I can go back to sleep now
You are as crazy as I am.
I sit with two I-pads on my lap
Four hours at a time
Sometimes six
Playing word games
Why two?
Because one is thinking
While I am pounding the keys on the other one.
I do not abide thinking time.
I have spent too many years wasting mine.
So now it is more precious
My husband walks through and speaks
Irritating me.
What was that word I just had?
Damn. It is gone.
My children phone.
I see it is them.
I hit END.
They never have anything more interesting to say
Than my word games.
I have won game of the week for 158 weeks on Word Chums
Not in a row, but obviously, I have been doing this for three years.
I am so addicted it is going to take more than an intervention.
Staying in the game,
May Give power back to your name,
And free you from all blame.
Saying in the game will give you more reading time,
More family time,
And a chance to understand time.
Staying in the game,
May not give fame to your name,
Yet will keep you from being lame.
Staying in the game will get you more thinking time,
To plan your play time,
And get you into extra time.
Staying in the game,
Could see your name,
In a book without shame.
Staying in the game will give you more acting time,
Sharing time,
And a chance to Love time.
Delight in your life. Listen to your soul dream.
Silence yourself. Still your cells.
Sit quietly. Be reverent. Clear your mind. Relax in the moment.
Let your breath take you where your body cannot follow.
Close your eyes softly. Breathe, and quiet your mind.
If thoughts enter, shoo them away. This is a non-thinking time.
Be patient. Sit quietly and still, in complete and utter silence.
Listen to your breathing. Slow it down, as slow as you can.
Your soul will speak to you when you get to the meditative praying state.
Delight in your life. Slow yourself down, and listen.
This is the way to find the bliss you have been seeking.
Looking out the window is easy
But can you go further than that vision
Looking at a door is easy
But can you go out that door instead of just grabbing the knob
Looking at an empty space is a world of unknown
Admiring a glamorous home instead of preparing yourself too get one
Looking out a window is easy but can you go out there and pursue it
You can see farther with God eyes just look at the vision
Wonder no more go and pursue your life
No more looking at doors and windows turn that knob open that window
No more thinking time for doing life too short for doubts
Go and pursue your dreams your heart needs it your soul will regret it if you dont
Open that window escape your fears and become who your meant too be
Go and be brave learn lifes trouble and fight with God words
Don't fight with arms speak Gods truths and pray too the hills
You can't fight this only don't wondering just believe and trust in yourself
Stop wondering Go pursue Stop looking and go get it and you will get what you want
Today
time took time
to think;
Then truth
took thinking time
to task;
Testing teasing themes
that today taught;
trouncing telltale tragedies.
it is a dark night...moon has been watching earth thinking- time clicks new year
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December 27, 2017
Poetry/Monoku/time ticks
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All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Monoku 2
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
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