Time can go by quickly when we’re having a good time
Or feel like an eternity when we’re trying to make a dime
In childhood days seemed to be so long and carefree
Not realizing as adults our days are now a daily gift to see
Time is often captured and displayed in our homes with flair
As beautiful clocks and watches or jewelry timepieces to wear
Time can be a difficult thing to grasp, understand and respect
Knowing we can’t stop its progression, change it or interject
Time can also be captured in beautiful pictures on the wall
Sometimes a bittersweet memory of a time we had it all
Years have passed and now our time has become a precious gift
Knowing that time has an expiration date, and our fate may shift
Time can be a powerful reality and a phenomenon in our lives
We never really know after it begins when the ending will arrive
Hopefully, memories of us will live on in our poetry, pictures and art
And treasured pieces of our time will be preserved before we depart
Categories:
timepieces, fate, life, loss, time,
Form: Rhyme
The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's sun
After a long winter, it is wonderful to be able to get out and have some fun
Flowers will soon bring a wide variety of colours as they spring up from the ground
A tour of our dressers for shorts and tee shirts that need to be found
Lawnmowers are about to rise from their winter hibernation
Hair cuts for our lawns are soon to be our new form of recreation
Even our timepieces will be busy springing ahead
Let's get off our social devices and spend more of our day outdoors instead
Gather up the family and go enjoy some ice cream
Bid farewell to winter and go blow off some steam
Categories:
timepieces, spring,
Form: Rhyme
The corner of my eye notes it
as my car speeds by,
eyesight pings it
momentarily, an image
looks back.
The outbuilding is vacant,
bathed in a sparrow and bat time
that flutters inside its hollow shell.
Barn ambience
has kidnapped my attention
it has stabled my eyes in a timeless stall
where horse tails hang suspended
from broken timepieces
not clocks, just pieces of time
that,
like dust in sunlight
muster in the air
to mime a car and a glance
rubbernecking back.
Categories:
timepieces, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Papers everywhere with words of deception
Casting out the times own torrent
Lifting off the eaves of secured gates
Obviously written so long ago
Fine comb--untangles our misery
Leaving money outside the door
Nothing is quite as free as usual
Now we eat what has been given before
Watch our poignant eyes defeat
Words do carry where the heart imitates
Left our devices to our own heels
Lost within the wind of long ago
Now lifting, heightening timepieces
Above our heads they become more real
Money isn’t about what’s left over
But rather--the final blast of contentment
Russell Sivey
Categories:
timepieces, angst, surreal,
Form: Free verse
After: Harlequin’s Carnival by Joan Miro, 1925.PD
After: Bing Crosby - Swinging On A Star (1944)
I try to apply colors like words that shape poems,
like notes that shape music. - Joan Miro
Listen to the mockingbird rings from ear to ear driven in a
frenzy of delight, naysaying the evil torts of Hieronymus
Bosch’s gardens. Feasting on nature’s foreplay, stringing
leaps of fancy, parading to an oompah-pah, lured by a rendez-
vous with Dali and melted timepieces.
to fly
to soar
soar unconfined
soar scored
scored notes
scored lines
The bliss of true tones, winged squirmings,
dancing snakes, acrobatic merfolk swinging on stars,
the ensemble gestates.
Cues coil, ping, the clocks tick; let your
wired heart purr. Jack-in-the Box to Jack outside,
take a spoonful of sugar with your medicine, & twirl
your partner round and round.
First published by illumen 2016
Categories:
timepieces, allusion, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
broken timepieces
resist second-hand offers
to exact minutes
from hostile hours, confused by
conflicts in digital mode
Categories:
timepieces, time,
Form: Tanka
~Timepieces~
(Rhyme)
The clock of life never ceases at all,
God is everywhere, and anywhere with you and me;
And we don't really know, when we will hear His call,
So let's enjoy life the best we can, today and everyday!
You should treasure the time that you hold right now,
Appreciate everything and cherish all the love you have you know;
'Cause tomorrow, who knows? you may have it not,
And all that you really own, is this precious time, right now,
We're surrounded ourselves, everywhere and anywhere by lots of clocks,
We carry them, we wear them, we awake and sleep with them everywhere we go,
We are slaves of time you know, we keep them in buildings and every room of our home,
We buy them in silver and gold, and in every metal, brand and style, they can be big or small you know.
Some are expensive, some are cheap, some are very pretty and some are ugly, and time doesn't care if you're young or old.
They keep us organized and give us time to plan the things we need to do, and to me time is more important than gold!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
January,09,2015
Categories:
timepieces, life, time,
Form: Rhyme
TIME
passes
timepieces
sundials, water clocks
known relics of past time
timers supplant the hourglass
“I-phones put the wristwatch on hold.”
revised June 21, 2014, Spring Equinox.
Categories:
timepieces, time,
Form: Verse
Walk me down these nostalgic streets
And laugh and make me wander
Make me feel the bliss that dwells in me
Before it tears asunder
For I have seen you often whilst passing by
These shops and bicycles and walls
I have sensed you in this rising smoke of
Restaurants and cigarettes and squalls
For even in these quieted nights
When my thoughts are left untold
I begin to bespeak your calming presence
In the words of my every ode
I begin to delude and question time,
Which in these false timepieces warps
I begin to rest my body in utter oblivion
As if it were a floating corpse
And every morning I awake subdued,
My feelings and thoughts misplaced
For even my coffee bears in its brew
Your bitter aftertaste
Categories:
timepieces, nostalgia, people, placesme, me,
Form: Rhyme
We stand on the moving staircase of life
unable to harness the aging process which
eats away the moments of our days
unable to stop the ticking timepieces
that heckle us as we go through this thing
known as existence..
unable to step back into the past
stop this time machine to our destiny
we regret, we ask why and what,
we ask if - we long for youth so
cruelly stolen, for children grown
too fast, for mistakes unforgiven,
for roads not travelled,
for words not spoken,
for words regretted, for saying
too much, for saying too little
for hair that goes grey, for hair
that falls out, for skin that dries
and wrinkles, for doors slammed
in our faces, for doors closed too soon,
and for paths not taken...
days race towards nights
nights become days
we hear our hearts beating
away the ticks of an aging body
we grasp at a staircase that moves
too quickly for us - as one day
we stumble and miss the stair
trying to regain our footing
we are helped up, until our final
fall where we are picked up for
the last time off
the treadmill of passing time
and into the earth of eternal rest..
Categories:
timepieces, lifewords, time,
Form: Free verse