Time Being Poems - Poems about Time Being

I am not sure where to go first I have not taken much just what I could fit into two backpacks One of them gets heavy I sit down on a park bench and sort them out throwing away ten things I thought I needed because this is day three and I am tired of carrying two backpacks I have not asked anyone...

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there comes a time when we are shaken violently out of pompous and vain complacency there comes a time for solemn introspection for re-evaluating priorities and beliefs there comes a time for sober questioning meaning and grasping chance for realignment there comes a time for summoning self-awareness and restoring faith it's in such troubled times that we are tested and somehow the guiding light...

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Ev'ryone wakens, ev'ryone slumbers, We stand to reason as we stand to rhyme, Everyone is adding up the numbers. As we sow the seasons, we rise in time, We all spread our digits with all due care, Precision movement, measure for measure, We grasp our heated moments, our share, With what we're making, we make pleasure. We all turn beautiful faces to watch The...

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how long ago was it ...being as knot... i passed away as ...uninformed... a party of some nothing-event ...that did not register... in something of a flow ...called time... in which i'm aware of ...the being of constants... rafts in the changing ...manifestation called time... stan sand...

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inner travelling connecting outer spaces ...

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Within the 'TOTAL TIME' The "WHOLE UNIVERSE" rests ...

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It's about time I bend my rules Break them in two And send them off It's in this wind In this school In this bed In this head In this song In this heart I remember It all It's about time I take my own advice Spell it out And use it for once Back there I was obsessed With so much That seemed To matter It didn't It didn't It didn't You didn't He didn't She didn't I didn't It's about time I...

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Just for now, I will hold my own. I am carried away into a domain. Plenty of room minus that chain, It is here that I will be full-grown. It is here I will not be windblown. I’ve nothing to lose and all to gain. I am minus all pleasures of a pain. I am where seeds are not yet sown. ...

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a time to sing Time to let praises ring a time to say Time to pray a time to rest Time to pursue our quest a time to act Time to turn back a time to write lines to excite a time to create it's never too late For every thing there is season and time to every purpose under the...

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Volunteer at the food bank,twice a week collecting smiles from those I meet.... The elderly with long memories enjoy telling their story... to someone who will listen they just want to know ......they're not forgotten retirement home living can seem like a closed in shelter.... to those who sit alone they do have a story to tell... Physically disabled from age and pain lifting their spirit...

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And then for years It was all he could do To drink and read Machado. While poems got drunk Before breakfast, And she lay unkissed, Dom Antonio gave blood From both of his wrists, Then closed his bag, Bowed with care, And left him injected With a certain alertness Which for the time being Kept him aware....

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