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In Time and Tides

Draco (flourished 7th century bc) was an Athenian lawgiver whose harsh legal code punished both trivial and serious crimes in Athens with death—hence the continued use of the word draconian to describe repressive legal measures.

In moves of time and tides upon the Earth,
when leaner seasons came, tyrants ruled.
Such given power was destined at their birth,
and with their words they had the people fooled.

Food, jobs and money sometimes, often lacks,
allowing selfish souls to take the reign,
spewing draconian threats of dire attacks,
blaming scapegoat-others caused the pain.

The tyrant's plan is fed on strict control.
For a missing trust of people deeply dwells.
The hardened walls of this heart have grown cold,
as genocidal schemes of hatred swells.

We know of many a draconian face,
Mussolini, Stalin and Hitler -  only a few.
History and time will bring others to replace,
and they will come with, hard hearts,   all anew.

Draconian forces somehow don't last.
When things are unfair the people resist.
That is the lesson we've learned from the past.
Over potent power soon does not exist.

Time

Time

Time wins my friend
The miles keep adding up
The reflection is out of date

Time wins my friend
The hour glass is running low
The ship is coming in

Time wins my friend
The glimmers going dim
The echos starting to fade

Time wins my friend
But memories linger still

Time wins my friend
And it always will

With A Gentle Hand Poetry Mystic

By Poet "A mother's love is never ending, always with a gentle hand."


With a gentle hand,
our life starts off being held and rocked.
As we grow and learn,
life will grow with us.
With a gentle hand,
we are told no many times.
Sometimes we learn,
sometime we do not learn.
With a gentle hand,
hopefully we get straightened out.
In life one day we will need to take our baby,
with a gentle hand.

In Hushes

Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.

Bout time some aliens shows up!

Bout time some aliens shows up
to provide some real answers
and take decisive clean-cut action here!

I bet they'd move so fast
that before a New Yorker could even exhale
any weed gas at all
they would have already smacked
Putin, the Ayatollah, Netanyahu, Hamas, and their gangs
so hard on their posteriors
that they wouldn't just break the sound barrier
they'd exceed Earth's escape velocity
and shoot straight out into orbit

For amateur astronomers to observe
through a Dobsonian telescope with their families

Time's Clutter

The shelves are cluttered
Stuff I don’t remember putting there
Wondering when we broke up

I don’t know what it is
Where it came from
What it goes with

Like old pick-up trucks
Parked on unkempt lawns
Loaded with forgotten memories

Old calendars mock the present
Sticky notes limit the future
Emoji’s search or meanings

Is life but a wind chime
Cluttered with silent trinkets
Its whisper an unheard sigh

A Point of Time

A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.

The Tyranny of Time

In our measure of the passing time,  
Curious circles fill the counted days—  
Numbered moments scarred by transiting light,  
The heaven’s moguls bruise our joy and blight,  
And give, and take, and measure what we mean.

Time, indifferent, measures us; it loops  
Around the heaven’s span and grids the world.  
Saturn still stutters—constant sorrow speaks—  
Today recedes into tomorrow’s loss;  
Yet clocks in circles go, and we pay cost.

O god of time, your circles go and go,  
Returning slow, then turning wingèd, fast—  
They come, they go—there’s time enough for love.  
Meanwhile I scan the horizon with my mind,  
And seek the curve of her Belt of Venus—fire—

A circumference of sunset reds that span  
The sky; on sight she’s timeless, swaying slow,  
A pendulum—its fixed foot steady—rings  
My day; her pulse keeps measure as it swings.

And in night’s sanctuary, as we roll  
On sweat-slippery fields of red-ochre bliss,  
We kiss the kiss that turns and kisses back.  
Then, as I watch her breathing come to rest,  
Time stops—  
and takes my breath away.

Half A Minute

I race into thick of woods
denying all noise
From a mind rushed by bruised thoughts 
This life how shallow ,
And time becomes my ruler
Dragging me to pits
Of unrelenting wounded strifes
A world without calm.

the first time i felt it

the first time i felt it
was not a word but a hush
between leaves and the bluest sky—

a breath of you
inside the trembling air

(oh how small i was
with the world rushing by
and softer than reason)

your hand—
or was it light itself—
touched my chest
and opened a door
where no walls had ever been

the first time i felt it
i learned silence could sing
and forever could fit
in a single heartbeat.

Time no longer exists

I walk the beach alone
I draw the contour of your face
~ it simply gets washed away



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Profound Mystic

Watching the clock tick 
I am surrounding myself with walls
unable to find a value
of life or matter
Its unfortunate really,
when the sun is shinning
and the wind is blowing.
The air that fills my lungs with life
is left outside.
Where am I going 
When will I be found

Time says goodbye

When I am alone, and sit and dream
When the world I dreamed is missing
Yes! I remember that is a room full of light
But now the light is missing
I can't tell if you're with me

So, please close up the windows 
And let the sun come into my room
Through the door you opened
For inside the light of me,
The light that you've met in dark

It's time to say goodbye
Horizons are never distal
Would I must find them alone
Without true light shared with you

I will move over the seas
That's how I cognize the whys 
No, they no longer exist
As the time insisted on saying goodby

TIME

          Ticking too swiftly, the hands of a clock
          Imitating the rhythmic beat of my heart
          Minutes and hours I will never get back
          Endlessly, time rushes by, day after day

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