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Timed

So tonight we discuss time
The struct that constantly cons
It’s dutiful meander into the yet
It’s basically elongated counting
Never very good with numb bears
All the realities I hope there is one that isn’t
So time
How long is a moment
How short is a life
The dust.from the mountains creating the next
Are we the only ones who count
Humanity is really up itself
Seconds are first
Sow why don’t call them the firsts
How many almosts and ifs
When does past become the present
Would everything happen at the same time without its touch
This time
My answer to what time do you call this
Now always seems to fly past
Look for the future
Missing the right now

timed by an annoying bug

My sister always has Charlie holding on to her hat
He is a weird bug, but colorful, I will give him that
I will time how many minutes you can hang in that tree
Charlie, the arrogant bug said to me, to ME!

I was a bit annoyed, for he is not on my level at all.
I am a big burly boy, he is tiny, irritating and small.
Letting him time me was a decision my sister made.
I wished this bug would fly back to the Everglade.

Timed Out

Time wends, stutters, stalls.
Time was when it flew.

Timeless are the dead stars
timed to the last moment
are the living.

Man is a faceless clock
on a blank wall.
In time, the deaf
tell the blind to see.

Summer Timed

Summer deals its first hand
no bluffing behind her eyes
depression heated to irritating comfortless
catching tunes upon the air
that haunt from summered pasts
the clink of ice on crystal
Mowers scream from close by
a yapped chorus bites the air
the haze lifting from cement
for a moment ripples reality
then a falling wind chills
with the burning shadows
of anything stopping the sun's stretch

Timed Out

Some life is like that haystack needle thing that pre drones a slim positivity
trance-a troubled parlay of sane stagnant standard stillnesses incomplete in that ailing aqueous humor annual invite of a psychic trio IdEgoSuperE overdrive dominant shortcut over your non-everlasting cruise control allowing that Soul-shoal-ization sucking effort soul short of authentic selflessness to out over never everlastings. like a wash cycle let's drain, spin,dry and fold our worst desires into an anonymous no handy-caped viral literal composite parking for the posthumousaged pilgrims, through fault of their ignorant owness, store some deformed drama defense to fertilize the fragile inner in you past potential and pseudo suffer maggot mirror memories that die so far inward, but outside the box thought-----a crafty corporeal corrupted conclusion coming to Humoversal conspiracy.  Menu please.

An Ill-Timed Game

An Ill-Timed Game

Some people never know a thing called Kairos.
Before we bat an eye, it’s taken from us.
We seem to be on time and miss the boat.
If it’s important to be said, just make a note
because the moment that we move our mouths to talk
the call will drop and all good thoughts are lost. 
When the mood is right and feelings are so strong
in a nanosecond something will go wrong.
Some have tried to beat an ill-timed game of life.
Stop and think how much they need it to play right.
Kairos is the dream that looms way out ahead.
Stumbling blocks and interruptions rule instead.
If we could find our proper place to be
fated timing might just work for us, agree?

7/24/18

In the Moment of Time Poetry Contest  Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Timed

An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed on a holographic pole.
Systematic signage shrink then? Yes. Well whoopee and how very very exciting too. IT is to be non existent if one constantly places a brain into a swamp or a mind's view into a piece of a log. Section then multiply the baking trays for they are often in disarray and become very annoyed and then refuse to preform even the simplest of boiling duties with a grin. A gruel grin. 
Strong is a ship sail and a ship's sail is a Sophocles in a cloud. Whirling.
And now all that is said it is time to dance around the kitchen.
Good.
X Y Z.

Timed Love

Please be advised, my Seconds are weighed in gold,
Therefore, comprehend, my Minutes in diamonds are sold,
Be warned, my Hours, as a commodity, are priceless all told,
A Day, A Whole Day, a value I hardly dare pronounce,
But for you, this Day, the next Day all Days are yours,
This I am proud to announce.

Timed Sanity

The ticking of the clocks made me snap.
Their constant teasing,
Slowing down,
Speeding up.
Tick tock,
Tick tock.
Going on and on
"We're losing time" they scream
But really, 
Time doesn't exist,
Clocks do.
We have been programmed to run on something that doesn't exist
"In enough time..."  I'll go insane.
 In enough time,  of course
But if time doesn't exist,
Then I'll never lose my sanity.
Or maybe,
Just maybe,
I never had any.

Timed Moments,Wheels and Cogs

time
NOTICES GIVEN HERE © Tanka 57577

Notice given here 
Written for this one time sake 
It’s not yours alone
Do not take this space for granted
Share in twos’ given to chance
And see if time is allotted!

time
COGED WHEELS! © TANKA 57577

Mounting cogs grasp time
A Sprocket wheel turns about  
No lost hours inside
Ticking sounds coming alive 
Giving ‘rights’ to time split lines!
 

time
WHEELS AND COGS! © TANKA 57577

Interlocked ‘tables’ set 
Seconds, minutes, hours ‘taken’
Timed feedings correct
When wheeled settings are cog-fitted
Catching time on the dotted line! 



time
SECONDS, MINUTES, TO HOURS © TANKA

Seconds into hours 
Interlocking work inside
Ticks a correct beat
Forever telling us to wake
Sleep, eat, play and be merry!

Timed Passage

go out in the field with that 
helmeted Go-Pro and press the button,
not that little clearing beside the building
but the field as wide as it is far, far out

look up and stream the dark washed sky
times elapsed in fusioned milky light
watch it arc across the chilled, stubbled field
the cold sparks beautifully splayed across

turn it over now - a bit further, roll over,
refocus, look down close at the loam laid on
set the time-lapse for lengthening days
and watch your shadow pass below you

see the seed casing crack open and 
seedlings rise to first season of life 
toward the now brightened sky above 
listen to the cells elongate springing

against gravity to push away to up, up 
sit up, or stand and raise the gaze farther 
the slow pan of growth, Jacked up stalk through 
sky and clouds to see what's so big up there

© Goode Guy 2015-03-11

A Timed View

A Timed-View  (A Haiku)


GOD Turns A Sun-Dial
Deeper Blue To Indigo
First Star Starts To Smile



                  
              Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
                          by: MoonBee  Canady

Life Is a Timed Dish

Life is a timed dish
                                            love pain sorrow tastes lie in
                                                     greater or lesser

Timed Right

Cloudless sky at dusk
Gradient sunset fades black
Our pace was perfect

Heartbeats Never Timed

There's fog over the valley,
     the river's running high,
Thunder's rolling from the east
     through a darkening sky.
The ev'ning comes in hazy
     for one moment of time,
Moving through the shades of grey
     trapped in this heart of mine.

Candlelight starts flickering
     in sullen breezes soft,
Bringing chills to youthful dreams
     kept hidden in a loft.
Along forgotten waysides
     are roads no longer signed,
They hold on to lives gone by
     and mem'ries left behind.
     
Faces in the shadows deep
     can barely hold a smile,
They await the light of day
     not seen in quite awhile.
Chimes echo from an old clock
     when two hands are aligned,
Ever sounding through the years
     for heartbeats never timed.

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