tonight's last train outside of home
window seat catches my skin when raining
there's steel under the glass
in my chair, I breathe a knot
wheels on railroad tracks
their creaking takes me the wrong way
miles pass not only just by hours
miles and miles of sky
dark slowly fades behind the moon
the last citylight goes off
still I never saw as the sun came up
May eyes and ears be open to the truth
As fragile as the fevered fledgling flies
Rejoice that better days may still be proof
That wisdom’s wily will shall curtail lies
In days of old their prejudice was clear
Now sleeps its dormant heart but still its near
Look not to history to celebrate
Under the rocks of equal lives lie cracks
The power play performed did demonstrate
How those who pull the strings avoid the racks
Earth never will be peaceful sad to say
Real battles lie in plain sight everyday
Know this, for every step that we have walked
I pledge that every promise that was talked
None shall stop and cheer our equal rights
Go farther, for our future we must fight
If time cracked open
and handed me one chance,
I wouldn’t chase kings or kingdoms,
wouldn’t rewrite history books.
I’d go back to the small things
the dinners I skipped,
the calls I let ring,
the hugs I rushed through
because I thought
I had all the tomorrows.
I’d hold my people longer,
laugh louder,
listen deeper.
I’d trade my selfish moments
for softer ones,
let love take the front seat
instead of my own storms.
If time let me touch just one thread,
I’d weave back the warmth
I didn’t know I’d miss
and maybe, just maybe,
I’d come back lighter,
knowing I didn’t waste
what mattered most.
Tick tock where clocks turn back
Each hand for hand me back
Two times for going to that
Back track for hour's at
Docked time for landing on
What hour's erased for gone
Stopped time for haven't had
Not time for doing nad
First time for being said
Next time an hour's dead
Lost time for being there
No time for repeat wear
Host time for living well
Changed time for living Hell
What the world thinks about me-
It doesn't matter;
But in my soul, I have stutter
It might think me the cheater
But I never be an Ivy creeper!!
I have no friends-
I am trying to be in trend;
To show the world, I may not believe God
But it doesn't mean I never worshipped lord
It may be my attraction
But never be distraction??
Do you ever wish you could turn back the clock?
Or maybe, stop time altogether?
As the seconds tick by, do you ever think,
In this moment, it’s now or never?
Do you ever wish you could go back to a certain hour?
Or maybe, a particular day?
As the pendulum sways, do you ever think,
I’m in the here and now, come what may?
Do you ever wish you could turn back the clock?
Or maybe, stop time altogether?
As the seconds tick by, do you ever think,
I could live in that moment forever?
Do you ever wish you could go back to a certain hour?
Or maybe, a particular day?
As the pendulum sways, do you ever think,
I’m living my life right now and that’s okay?
Do you ever wish that time could wait?
Or maybe, it didn’t slip by so fast?
It’s okay to look back on happier times,
Just please, don’t dwell on hardships from the past.
When I was young
they spit at us
hurled rocks
Now they murder us
Let's turn back the clock
You should build a wall around your heart they told her
You are too trusting, too open, too vulnerable, naïve
She laughed thinking of a wall like that.
She was a Pollyanna, a Julie Andrews, Snow White.
She would have lived with the Seven Dwarfs gladly,
Or entered an old codger’s house to hang prisms.
Her open light was a beacon, which drew in a narcissist.
He was handsome, which fooled her, like it had fooled others.
She was whisked away, thinking it was a forever after.
It was a life of hell, for she never learned to build the wall.
Every day thinking this is the day he will turn back into the prince.
Not realizing she had married a sociopathic wolf.
Oh, to ride on your shoulders again,
a giant, a hero, a prince amongst men.
I'd be safe in the warmth of your crooked smile,
whilst, all the while, hugging you tight
about your head, as home we jog spirits high,
ready for bed and I wondering why we can't
stay up 'til dawns light breaks and now my heart aches
thinking back, when you were here. Oh how I wish
I'd held you near and didn't let go because now I know
the loss of you, the years we two will never have.
Those formative years that a young man fears,
no longer a lad, he turns to his dad, but you're not there,
life's just not fair. A first pint at the pub, darts down the Club,
my rights of passage ransomed to cruel fate leaving me
in a state of limbo. The breadwinner now, the man of the house,
had to grow up quick, learn not to grouse. Industrious as a mouse,
I put my shoulder to the task. Now all I ask in this little rhyme
is, for just one day to turn back time.
So, you wish for simpler times,
You'd get used to washing lines,
No dryer, no phone, no computer,
Into the tip, you could boot her,
Boring it was, the good old days,
Labour intensive, vanished in time's haze,
Must look forward, nostalgia that,
There is no use turning back!
I can’t get behind the wheel, I’m disqualified
So I’m on the early morning train ride to the city
There are so many commuters, I join the throng
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
We are packed like sardines crushed side by side
Makes me wish I’d never driven when blind drunk
It’s many years before I can get my licence back
Now I rely on trains or friends or take a taxi ride
I wish I could drive my car, that can’t be denied
But I got caught and ended up before the judge
Got banned from driving, I had to pay a huge fine
I’ve lost my good character; and my sense of pride
I began drinking heavily when my dear wife died
It spiraled out of control but I don’t deserve any pity
As being four times over the limit cannot be justified
Fiction poem for Contest
3. Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
03/09/20
do you remember way back when
golden pleasures of simplicity
the magic of human connectivity
it all seemed unpretentious then
AP: 2nd place 2020
A Clock I built for my Daughter In Law
These old hands of time are running slow
Ben Gay has become my best friend
Now oil is dripping from my main spring
My cabinet is tarnished when I look in the mirror
I use face cream as polish
My pendulum now swinging slower
If I could only turn back the time
It would be the first time you wound me up
My gears were smooth with plenty of oil and my spring was strong
Our chimes would always strike at the same time
My cabinet was smooth and my face would shine
Oh how I wish I could turn back theses hands of time
And not have worked so much over time
Contest: If only we could turn back the hands of Time
Sponsored by: Silent One
Dated Created: 10/12/2019
I can't forget those days when you were mine.
How young we were - not even at our prime!
Had we held on, could love have grown divine?
If only we could turn back the hands of time.
What could have been? I guess we'll never know.
Although I've never been caught in a crime,
a crime it was that day I let you go!
If only we could turn back the hands of time.
While drowning in my memories of you,
I sit in silence while I write this rhyme
and wonder if you think the same thing too -
if only we could turn back the hands of time!
Oct. 9, 2019
I loved a story at bedtime,
but I could do a nap in the daytime.
Before I knew it I was nine,
boy was that a great pie made out of limes.
I would then go back to my prime,
and really really shine.
There would be no more jobs that were part-time,
no more bosses with only a dime.
I would not play life as a game sometimes,
the game of life would be played full-time.
I feel like I am now in life at halftime,
guess it is time to play it like I am in overtime.
Date: 10/7/2019 Written
Third Place 10/14/2019 If only we could turn back the hands of time Contest Judged: 10/14/2019 Sponsored by: Silent One If Only We Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time
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