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Married for more than fifty years, and happily so, I’ve often faced this question from today’s young generation. This sonnet shows how.
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Mid-eighties as nudge my memory’s door
Time and again-- how the same love I loved--
She in twenties, me some harvest moons more,
Onward as our voyage of wonder moved.
The mystery of my long married life
Lied in falling for same love whilst on move,
Love grew, got deep to burnish, buff its knife--
The way I loved moving up high above.
At forty she loved respect, not romance
So much, more of partnership than passion,
Promise of love’s presence, lasting fragrance,
A bouquet of picks as if from heaven.
Rivers of love when flow in lively flux,
What miserly if love draws only once!
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Sonnet | 07.03.2026 | life, love, marriage, mystery, river
They say Rome wasn’t built in a day
Yet little time it took to crucify Jesus,
Last night I was throwing and rolling dice on the heart of a despoiled lady,
I found her struggling to hold on to her life as if it weighed the titanic,
She sold me dreams and I spoke to her literature,
We made a beautiful mixture.
The words out her mouth claimed my poems were sugar sprinkled on her lemon days,
And her eyes have found pleasure drinking these lemonade words.
This October I have sacrificed my days working to try and make a place tender for her heart,
If the heart of a man like clocks are broken when they fall, then my time is only right twice a day,
And the rest, I spend recalling words I said that sound like they were meant to be said to you.
I have changed my tense once more,
For sometimes I feel like I met who I love,then like I’m yet to meet her
and on other days I’m just in love with other people’s women,
But yet Rome wasn’t built in one day,
So it might take me Time and again.
Time and again at break of morn
a coral tone will dawn adorn.
Magenta heralds night’s release,
a halt in sunlight’s golden fleece
to moon and stars in darkness sworn.
When from the living left forlorn
our earthly mortal days are torn,
is this a mere unsung caprice
time and again,
no threnody on heavens’ horn
with being of existence shorn?
Or could there be a cryptic crease
as part of cosmic masterpiece
where all that died would be reborn
time and again?
~ Harley White
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The poem is a rondeau…
Here is a symbol of my lasting love,
no longer shall you ever thirst again.
For I sent my only Son, from above,
and by your hand, he was brutally slain.
A new covenant was formed through his pain,
one body shared in the breaking of bread.
Fear nothing my child, for his blood was shed,
your chains are broken, I have set you free.
Rejoice, walk with me through the trials ahead,
but each time you eat, drink, remember me.
Delightful Dizains Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Date: 03/25/2020
It;s another day in the life.
Yeah just another day
in the life of a meaning
yet few knew what I meant
Another time that will slip away
before I saw where it went
Another day to age me a bit
and show me a part of something new
Another mark upon my life
with the number of my days too few
Yeah though you know how it goes
because you'll find it surely goes,
and keeps on going
leaving me among it's dust.
So I should soon say goodnight
for tomorrow will be
just another day in the life.
As I sit here our lives about to begin
Drinking all your natural beauty in
Pulled in close to your beautiful grin
Not sure where we start to begin
Both of us reborn again
So that our lives
Would not be burdened with sin
Together he is built-in
When our hearts are forged in him
As we fall in love time and again
Where we can hardly take it all in
Because our love will always
Be living in the wind
Maintaining these feelings
Stuck on high
A love like ours that testifies
To our hearts that magnify
These delightful moments that pacify
The sunlight that dances on high
That makes our souls touch the sky
Where God shines like a bright star
Into the night
That makes all our tomorrows fly just right
So that our future will be so bright
When our love reaches new heights
So all the fear disappears
When the Lord whispers nothing but
Good cheer throughout the rest of our years
This thought of you, is deep within.
Reminiscing, time and time, again.
I live my life, and wonder why,
why you left, and wave bye, bye.
Inside of me, you were the one.
The thought of you just lingers
So many things, I didn't say,
as you hugged me, and walked away.
You took with you my heart and soul,
This love I had you'll never know.
Special flowers and sweet perfume,
are memories that fill, this room.
They say time heals, I'll wait and see,
to convince, this heart inside me.
This thought of you is felt within.
My heart cries out, time and again.
Michael Tor
Poetry is more than words,
some is written—some is heard
Often long—yet sometimes short,
its power shared in strong retort
Questions cry—demanding verse,
with feelings new, still unrehearsed
Its focus like a laser aims,
at souls that search—time and again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
My breath has sunken
In this world of slush
With a bunch of hypocrites
Roaming around;
Those wolves of the time
In the jackets of the sheep
Doing things to their will
While we slumber and we sleep;
Where is the human in us?
Where is the conscience?
Ah! Lost the ship again,
That battling innocence;
O human!
Insidious are you
What is it that you live?
A life of regression?
A life of slain?
Lamenting in your solitude;
I’m afraid;
All in vain…!
Time and again, over the decades
The lonely whisper, the beckoning cry
Eerie darkness engulfs
As reality dawns on us
I revert, past the cobwebs
dusting away remnant memories
holding onto loving hands
from afar, a joyful dance
sprinting across the scorching sand
there goes the hairband
as I near, my spirit soar
shoes came off, I tore
days old, times dear
distant recollections, near
of the sparkling golden hue
merging with the green and blue
gone are those, days of mirth
the loving hands had left
only longings left behind
time and again, over the years
© Nadiya (10 Dec 2015)
painting #2
Love comes in my life
Time and again
Makes me cry
Makes me smile
Leaves me ecstatic
Time and again
Time and again
Today I have no love
But O my friend,
You are by my side
Time and again
When I felt alone,
When I felt devastated
You have held my hands
And I have put my head
On your shoulders
Time and again
Oh this feeling
of having you
in my life
is so healing
Time and again
Time and again
When she wept
The rain came;
When she sang
The wind came;
When she died
The snow came
Time and time
Again.
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Time and time again you say
hurtful things that make my love sway.
I try to ignore the words that pour
like boiling water that scalds and more.
The heat of the moment has come and gone
like dew outside on the morning lawn.
And once again a rip in my heart
from your cold words that fly like a dart.
One more scar heals
and another strip peels.
Will you ever know how you're hurting me
with your dagger like words on a hot lava sea.
Or will it be too late by far
when you notice you're living your own little war.
Like the sun you always there even when I look away
Even though you burn me with your light
And hurt my eyes causing me to squint
I stay near you
Though you only damage me
Complicate my life
Make me a wreck
Many moons and stars
Have shined on me
They make my presence glow
Like an Angel
I look radiant in their light
I shine so eloquently
But, you are familiar
You are what I know
Here I go again
Back to getting scorched some more
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