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Seize the Day

Seize the day!?Seize the day,!!?Seize the day!!!
Once I cried “carpe diem”—pluck each moment bright—
But now I know: no soul can truly seize the day;
We can but watch it vanish into night.

Time slips through grasping hands, in echoes vast,
Like memories we hoard—“This too shall pass.”
Before we sense its passing, a thousand moons have passed,
Leaving only footprints fading from the glass.

Open your heart—learn to forgive, let fractures mend.
Time won’t endure; only the love you send
Will bloom beyond your time—compassion, gentle, kind—
Impressions lasting long after days unwind.

We cannot hold on to time, nor merely let it fly.
Still, there’s so much waiting—for question, life, reply.
By living fully, learning wild and free,
From five years old to ninety-five, there's more to be.

As age ascends, keep wonder in your gaze,
Play games, try tastes untasted—let life amaze.
Gather with friends, sip joy’s sweet draft,
Find sunlight in the small, and laugh the hearty laugh.

Blessed And Highly Favored

Blessed And Highly Favored
Miracle Man
4/26/2024

I know that I’m blessed,
and highly favored.
Because my love for Jesus,
has never wavered.

When near death,
I returned from the brink.
God gave me thoughts,
about eternity to bethink.

He took from my thoughts,
those years I had wasted.
Giving me a new vision,
of remaining years untasted.

I’ve gone through much,
yet remain feeling blessed.
I wouldn’t have my testimony,
without God giving the test.

Persimmon

love long ago departed;
like persimmon buds; now, just
spring flowers ever parted
in afterglow of young lust.

Where pink flowers did carouse
soft, ripe red fruit heavy hangs 
on cold winters empty boughs;
and so induce hunger pangs,

for sweet flesh yet untasted.

Ice Hourglass

Duluth Warmbilt factory blanket
placed over his shoulders
after dinner cookie in lap
untasted
facing out the long
double-paned window
grinning hard
scaring the new hire
   A skull she thinks
waiting for it to melt
just enough
so the two-ton truck
  The crazy kids drove out
  onto the frozen lake
  stuck out there 
  all winter now
gets swallowed up.

If I Never

If I never lift up my voice,
How will I know 
How sweetly I can sing,
Or its tenor,
Or how well I harmonize
With the music of the universe?

If I never open up my heart,
How will I hear
The echo of its beating in time
With another,
Or feel the exquisite pain of love,
Or the infinite joy of forgiveness?

If I never open up my eyes,
How will I see
The beauty in a falling drop of rain,
Or the wonder in the vastness of the skies,
Or what the mirror tells me
In its stark honest reality?

If I never spread my wings,
How will I know
How high I can soar,
Or how far I can fly,
Or what it's like to race the moon,
Or dip my fingers in a cloud, or touch a star?

I do not want bitter tears
Shed o'er my grave
For songs unsung, or deeds undone,
Or fruit untasted, or love untested.
But if I never learn to live before I die,
What will I do to make it through eternity?

Stuff My Therapists Says

"Everyone says they're tired,"
Said my couples therapist,
"That can't be the thing."

I was wonderstruck.
My approach was all wrong.
As it turned out
I had all the time in the world.
I was just spending it wrong, like
Singing the wrong song, or 
Straining to see through a well-lit room.

My eyes are now open.
My melody true.
No longer will a minute be wasted,
No longer will any cracker or crumb go untasted.
I'll be there trimmed and frosted,
Never ill-tempered, and never exhausted.

Islands In the Stream

Islands in the Stream

Islands linked together like forged argent charms, 
In straights of silent, surging currents,
Where Watchtowers of Fresnel lens sound fog sirens
Where sacred shoals harbor shame forgiven;
Lightships built high on cribs and Keys of truth finally seen 
As bright argand lamps on chariot wheels send out beacons,
To signal sightless ships with broken masts and rudders
Through whirlpools of turbulent canals and gushing straights,
To find serene deep-water ports in chains of channeled islands.  

Yet, these no islands only mountaintops of maturity climbed
From submerged land coupled at a thousand leagues
Beneath the tidal moon enchantment;
Restoring milestone harbors of illumination
Words lit by isophase candle lamps inside carved prisms 
Expanding light waves of thought - recognitions of new plateaus
Topping astragals of aerobeacons with untasted adventures
Into enlightenments leaving behind each newly explored isle -
New christened tall ships navigate siren’s lure in uncharted streams.

9-20-21
Contest: Islands in the Stream
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

Be Thankful Each Day

Be Thankful Each Day
Written: by Miracle Man
11-28-2019

Lord, I oft take for granted,
many little things.
Because some of these objects,
don’t produce pings.

They often tend to slip,
through my life unseen.
While you’ve blessed me with plenty,
Other parts of the world glean.

Little things like clean water,
 which without thought we waste.
While others live in squalor,
without clean water to taste.

Void of shoes, and walking,
where ever they might go.
The good life goes untasted, 
this is all they’ll ever know.

So today while I have choice,
of Thanksgiving treat.
Some parts of the world ponder,
if they will just eat.

So this day from our bounty,
we will willingly share.
Not with them, but with someone,
because we’re thankful and care.

Duty To Love and Family

Before me laid an untasted bowl of candy
And the duty owed to family.
Do I satisfy my long craving self
Failing to respect responsibility ?
Or to my lover's vows turn deaf
And pay homage to ageing sagacity? 

Papa claimed my lover gave not all he has 
For marriage is what love should be about
Trapped between a coward and a Thomas 
What bravery have I to clear whose doubt? 

Over the seas and far away
Lies my lover too cowardly to seek me
Nearer to me to lead my way
Stands my father too doubtful to trade me

Do I elope with hopes of a love fantasy
And banish every iota of reality
Or pay to my father his tribute due
By the murder of my lover's cue?

When after a lover may come another
I shall remain my father's daughter 
For love ought to rest with the unchanged
Pure bliss and free from sacrilege 


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Elizabeth.A.O.

The Invisible

Broken dreams and despair walk the street,
Searching for a place to sleep.

Standing on the street corner with dirty clothes and long stringy hair,
Begging and asking if I have change to spare.

I wonder what happened to these poor souls,
Could they not reach them or did they not have any goals?

There must be a place where they have someone who’ll care,
But they seem to be going nowhere.

Most people are uncomfortable or scared when they are near,
When it’s their life that defines the real meaning of fear.

What was it that got them to such a desperate state?
When was the last time they ate?

We take our food for granted and so much is wasted,
And by the starving and lonely it goes untasted.

They stand there with signs asking for food,
Mostly to receive a lot of attitude.

The mass of cars drive by and pay no attention,
In a rush to get to their destination.

As the cars drive on and the day goes by,
They almost seem unnoticed as no one looks them in the eye.

They’re transparent in a world trying to make things better,
Leaving them hungry and seeking shelter from the weather.

April

April took the best of everything
anesthetic corpses, love killed love

Bruised all over before it fell from the tree
buried again, body untasted but the seeds are everlasting

The only way to unlock the cage, to be covered in dirt
to sleep
to escape

Fingerless gloves hiding protruding
tired veins
In the uncomfortable heat
brother, you got me wrong

yet I paid that debt somehow

Unseen Regrets

Many sights I will never see,
Many utterances I will never hear,
Many flavors will remain untasted,
Many lovers will never again be held dear.

Even the Oppossum Stuck Up Her Nose

Our cupboards are full of junk no one would ever eat.
My husband has this little buy-too-many groceries problem.
Especially if they are on sale.
"I'm saving you money,' says he.

Sure.
He saved me money on 9 $1 jugs of tea I took to school and the
teachers poured out in the sink.
Teachers!
The biggest scavengers on the face of the planet.
The ones who will eat or drink anything.
Usually.

I discovered two cans of a unique off-brand dog food in the 
cupboard yesterday when I was in manic mood and cleaning
after 11 years of naught.
"Why didn't we give this to Sophie?" I asked.
"I tried," he admitted. "She stuck up her nose."

I saw our little pet opossum out there a few minutes later,
so I ran out and put down the off-brand dog food.
The opossum ran off,so I followed her.
Pushing the off-brand dog food closer to her lair.
At 3:30 in the afternoon it was still there,
in a giant lump. Uneaten. Untasted.

Yes, you are certainly saving me money
when even the opossum puts up her nose.

Raining Eyes

Eyes that kept awake together,
And had dreams at night;
Are now crying tears like river,
Risked to lose their sight.

Eyes that looked you beautiful:
An Angel from the above,
The very sights are now fearful,
And look away from love.

Eyes that were stars of the sky,
Befriended you, the moon;
Today, they are like passers-by,
To everyone, they bemoan.

Eyes that looked a better future, 
Together with you, my life;
Are lidded with a vague picture,
Of the present, full of strife. 

I wonder if they are those eyes,
Never tired gazing your way;
Upto brim, they are full of lies,
And suffer more day by day.

Eyes that never wanted to see,
Tears falling from your eyes;
Now rain and flow into the sea,
Even though I do not cry. 

Eyes that glared into delight,
To see your exquisite face;
They've lost their visual sight, 
And is dark to every place. 

Why the eyes are mild and soft,
That they can't bear a crush;
You are all they are thinking of,
And call your name so much.

But these eyes wish you smile,
Cheeks untasted with tears;
May you be abstain from wile,
In the future, so long years.

A Girl With a Racket

Cannot forget this dear friend from my youth,
Met her on practice wall, lithesome and fair,
Charms of a waitress, a confidence there,
‘Beauty,’ her virtue, and that is the truth.

Friendship developed, we flirted at court,
Love of the stroke, not to win, was her art,
Net ever-present to keep us apart,
Not her dream man, I still won her support.

Many admirers, most pushed to the side,
Marriage it seems was not her cup of tea,
Her goal, a picture of what she could be,
Her dream of future the whole of her pride.

Women have come and gone. Still, we are friends!
Nectar untasted can sweeten the flow’r,
(Chemical magic bonds moisture and flour,
Promises rainbow as true love intends).

These verses yours, my friend, long missing rhyme,
Born of the soul, now, at last, see the light,
Cradled small bird, I release it to flight,
Hoping it soars till the ending of time!


Brian Johnston
July 27, 2017

Poet's Notes:
For Stephanie Gerber,

God's blessing through life,
though never my wife

on the eve of her sixty-first birthday.

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