Precious Time Poems

Time and Value

In the grip of Time, a silent flow,  
From Roman days to Gregorian glow,  
A dance of clocks, a crafted frame,  
A

The Talk

Son, back when I was your age,
I wish I'd had "The Talk".

Sure, some folks might have tried
but they weren't convincing I guess.

I wish someone had

Here for the Moment

Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.

They lived out

In a moment suspended between the silent beats of time and infinity

In a moment suspended between the silent beats of time and infinity,
The miracle of love settled like a mist, almost untouchable, yet so tangible,
It was

On Growing Older

On Growing Older

Sometimes my steps are steady,
Sometimes my hands shake.
Sometimes my memory falters,
And I make some sad mistake.

Sometimes I hear you talking 
But I do

Once Upon a Time

Len’s Story

Once upon a time I said we should wed
Your pretty face blushed as you whispered “yes”
Love for eternity, I promised this
For fifty years we

I am the King of My Time

I leave my phone places on purpose
Wanting my privacy
Others waste precious time
Running to their phones
Spending their time doing what others want them to do
Not me

My

Time Writes in Rhythms of Light

there were times when I did not understand him
times when I fought with my heart, to remember
time would not forget the days that were so

Maddening minds

So the song thrush sings his tunes to the darkening sky.
Is it to give thanks to some bird god or just for you and I?

As

While There's Time

Without perseverance, there can be no success.
Attainment mocks from a distance those who digress.

Good ideas are just vapor if not acted upon.
I'll take mine to

A Moment Frozen in Time

Moments come and moments go 
    as time keeps marching on;
hold me now and kiss me slow 
   ‘fore sunlight

Blink of your eyes

Time is but a fleeting thought. 
More is always sought.
Never can be bought. 
A moment in time.
No everlasting rhyme.
Blink of your eyes.
The darkening skies.
......It flies....
You're

Death, Death, Oh Old Death

Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us

Time

Time
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

And time so vital
Is do it fluid
Don't clod the flow
Get the going 
Going.

Time the eminance
Time the authority
GOD is time ..
One day is a thousand

The Sands of Time