The world is crazy,
believe me or not—
it knows neither good nor bad,
only flows forward,
shaping wonders
for you to see.
A meal needs its patience:
chop, fry, stir,
each in its turn—
only then
can you taste its truth.
So too with life:
blended as you seek it,
revealed only
in its season.
Everything takes time,
wrapped in its own package.
Do not blame time—
stay open,
for it will come
when the moment is ripe.
By the blink of a gentle glow
There's a spark of love to show;
Time is ripe for hearts to bloom
To rid the world of all the gloom.
Now is time to show the way
For the hearts to make the day,
So, the souls capped in dark
Will show the world their bright spark.
Eyes that cared for long, in hush,
Will find the need for time to rush,
For, life is short and time is gold,
And not all eyes and hearts grow old.
Gentle hearts and mindful eyes
Find a way to touch the skies,
For the souls, capped in gray;
They're the lights that show the way.
Heart Gentle Eye Mindful Poetry Contest
6th place
In the bottom of my heart, there's a rose planted deeply
She was the same rose that charmed the soul of my memory
She came and gone so hastily in the pages of my history
My only consolation is that she passed beautifully
Though, she's gone long time ago, in my heart she'd always stay
For, she's my summer and spring, my night and my day
To have her once more is what I always pray
That one day she would come and never go away
One day when time is ripe, when it comes the right season
I wish that she will come and bring back my prudent reason
For, without her, I deeply doubt my will and my volition
In my heart she'll always be my final disposition
Faithfully, I long that day when we can make a brand new start
By that time I should make sure that we will never be apart
For, deep within my heart, she is my greater part
I will always cherish deeply, the rose inside my heart
March 30, 2023
The Rose Inside My Heart Poetry Contest (1st place)
Sponsored By: Mystic Rose Rose
Reach up again, for things don't look
As they seem, focus your sight
From a higher place, for your true identity
Is in the spirit realm.
Grab hold in a new way, your spiritual gifts and callings
Rejoice in the innermost being, we are crossing over
Into our promises, into our advancement,
Our barns are filling up, our healing is on the way.
For the time is ripe, to taste and see
The Lord is good: a new day is dawning.
Favour to advance is here, to move forward,
To overcome, for Jesus reigns!
Rosemarie is her name.
She is the fairy of my dream.
Her mere presence is a magic spell.
It makes all my worries quell.
When she waves her magic wand,
she makes all my worries gone.
The allure of her magic charm
makes my heart so calm and warm.
I didn't believe in fairy tale
until I was charmed by her appeal.
She made my world a fantasy
embroiled with blissful ecstasy.
One day, when the time is ripe,
I will make a giant leap.
In her kingdom, I will stay,
for she's the color of my day.
February 12, 2023
Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest (6th place)
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Snow falls like drops of rain
as children chill for every grain;
The mists paint the windowpane
while songs play with great refrain.
On the streets, the children cheer,
sweet smile is what they wear.
Soulful sounds are what you hear
for time has come for end of year.
On the yards, the bonfires blaze,
sinking souls are all in daze;
Frigid faiths are set ablaze,
for, time to love had come to craze.
The time is ripe to sow the seed,
pour one's care to those who bleed;
Give one's love to those in need,
for, love is the greatest deed.
Give one's share of care and affection,
fill the world with hope and compassion.
Give faint hearts their greatest motivation
to live their lives without hesitation.
Slow down thy mental meter,
Slow and steady things happen,
Pour ye may pots of water,
Fruits ripen should time beckon.
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Dhire dhire re mana, dhire sab kucha hoye,
Mali sinche sau ghada, rtu aye phala hoye.
This couplet emphasizes on the importance of patience in life. Learn from nature, it says. Nature is never in a hurry, and still does everything that needs be done. Any action fetches sure fruits when its time is ripe. One should not do things expecting fruits in a jiffy.
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Springtime
Everywhere I go
The grass is now green
no mud in between
Soon-it’ll-be-long-enough to mow
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Springtime
Flowers are in bloom
Yellow daffodils
Tulips always thrill
Get-out-of-your-stale old room
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Springtime
There’s-a-certain-something in the air
Couples are holding hands
strolling along the sand
The-time-is-ripe for-a love affair
Your goodliness and Godliness parades around in my head
and makes me scoff.
I used to be that way too but the devil came by with her enticing ways.
She had such a convincing spiel, I followed her gladly.
Understanding now that the sinner part of me is more fun than not.
Do you want to be stagnant? Stale? Left in the dirt?
An old maid or worse?
Your prissy ways and persnickety attitude
is going to cause you to petrify.
You will never experience the little death if you remain on this track.
Come play with me, hear the pipes? Frolic and dance; the time is ripe.
You deserve to live; eat from the fatted calf, drink some red wine.
Stop standing in the mirror of others, nurture your wanton side.
Lust and love, that’s all there is baby, and money and greed.
Let yourself have a taste of the life you crave, the good life.
They who pressure you into purity are jealous of your youth.
They want you to become moldy, green, yesterday’s bread.
Do not waste your talents, your hunger is vast
You are voluptuous, adventuresome. Taste some life my friend!
Let me help you by leading the way.....
My sweet, my lovely lady de la lune,
My favour, closing in on the distance.
You are no harsh a mistress as the moon,
I desire you, your every instance,
Not just reflected brilliance, you've your own,
So many have made much of you of old,
I would make for you, more than just pale tone,
More than frigidity, some stifling cold.
Yes, you do change, my dear, always changing:
Full to half, a sliver, then full again,
I'm ever seeking and rearranging,
It is so like you, though, of all women.
The time is ripe, I've made my decision,
To reach you, I'll make you my new mission.
Golden Sphinx on its wings,
soaring high, soaring high,
smouldering smoke all around,
flying to azure sky.
Gleaming white, the horses neigh
victory be our desire!
strike the cymbals, draw the swords,
let Sun glisten on sapphire!
Chorus
through the fire, through the fire!
riding through the fields of fire!
Tarry not, the time is ripe,
we have all we require,
golden sphinx circles around,
he is on to enemy lair.
March on! through blinding smoke,
know no fear, nor quagmire,
Hope greets, where the brave go,
raise the victory to admire!
Chorus
through the fire, through the fire
riding through the fields of fire!
4th placement
Chariots of Fire, Lyric song contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
Written 24/07/2020
A plea of the unborn child to its mother.
Wake Me Up
When the time is ripe, awaken me!
I long to see your world.
How many blessings there will be;
They're soon to be unfurled!
I'll see you with my eager eyes,
Your soothing voice I'll hear.
One day I'll thank Jehovah God
that you have kept me near.
I want to grasp your finger, please,
and feel your warm embrace.
I want to heartily reflect
the smile upon your face.
I want to learn to walk and talk
and say my ABC's.
I want to learn of animals
and count my 123's.
I'll learn these things if you teach me,
yes, I will learn them so.
I'll hug you tightly every day
and never let you go.
I'll need your comfort when I cry;
At times, life can be rough.
However, I think you will find
Your love will be enough.
In fact, I'll bring you days of joy
where you are feeling pain,
and just as you have cared for me,
You'll see me do the same.
When time is ripe, please, let me live;
I want to wake up too!
I want to live a joyful life.
I want to cherish you.
Please wake me up when time has come.
Please don't send me away.
A precious gift you now possess
Miraculous each day!
Chanté Walker
2/22/20
Life & Death
I heard a squelch of death again
I yearned for my life once again
The canvas for her is real vast
But in a moment, she completes her task
To put in a query is a tough ask
None could ever unveil the mask
The date, the time & the venue
Each moment brings a target new
When and where does she strike?
If and only if, the time is ripe
Some consider it the destination
Others find reasons for procrastination
Apartheid and untouchability to her is very rife
Hugging her at the right time is real life.
16 September, 2019
Random World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by. Nina Parmenter
I found myself lost in the past
I found myself lost in the future
I was looking around me, aghast
I had to take hold of the water
This is the spring of your life
Its source, no mortal can know
See the earth’s luminescent shine
As it joins itself to the flow
Make me mindful of love
There are barriers barbed and tall
Around trenches of our device
There’s hardly a view at all
With obstructions blocking our eyes
This is the valley of suffering
No Lotus and no peace
The time is ripe for uncovering
Tension must yield to release
To make you mindful of love
I look in my daughter’s eyes
At the wisdom behind her few years
Let me hang onto surprise
Her stillness is beauty’s mirror
This is anxiety’s ending
And this the chance for my son
His path unfazed and unbending
His calling to newness has come
Make them mindful of love
© 2018 by K. C. Dovoric / Broken Pilgrim Songs
I once had an idea
Thought completely off the wall
Replacing the piggy bank
I would have myself a jar
And instead of silver coins
I would deposit tokens
Coded different colours
For every conscious effort
A bright visual reward
An investment in my health
Or maybe more in kindness
Or just any goal I’d set
Couple years since my first thought
Brainchild still sounds rather good
Time is ripe to implement
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on March 3, 2018
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