poetry

Time Travels

Shuffling through the shifting sands.
Time is written in our hands.
Traversing all; sea and lands.
Around and around for second strands.
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Looking past our treasured finds,
the future’s seen in our minds.
Collages made of all kinds,
bloods the bond that blurs and binds.
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Legs propel for fear or fun,
the past remains; we cannot run.
Reality’s ours seek or shun,
the face is yours, the time’s begun.

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Kick Start

Mornings begin in silence.
The sun is yet to rise.
Sitting in the darkness,
I’ve no need for my disguise.
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The black fades to purple.
The time comes into view.
Will the focus be clear,
or another shade of blue?
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Light fills my eyes,
night escapes my head.
Thoughts invade my senses,
grays turn into dread.
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How will I be seen today?
The mirror reflects my fright.
The clock dictates my future.
Doubts cloud my sight.
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Daring’s at the ready,
necessity turned up high.
The door cautiously opened.
To fear I welcome good-bye.

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Bibliode

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Time conveyed one to another

Volumes built upon each other

Leather bound illuminated stacks

Timely covers, spiny backs

Rag pressed, vellum crisp

Gilt edges awe with flourish

Foxed, toned, molded or torn

Paper sheathed, all’s to cherish

Labeled leaf beckon turns

Fiction fine, truth burns

Chapter’s start, ends remain

Hours lost, worlds to gain

Drafts waft, hearts flutter

Time’s conveyed one to another

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Eon Sundries

Stages of life in our micro-sense

Evaluations of thus foretold in past-tense

Passion, conception and infancy

Childhood, adolescence and maturity

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Individually formed randomly we conform

Collectively forged to an individual norm

Perceptions of fear dictate those to be free

Neolithic to renaissance and contemporary

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Stages of our life’s in the macro-sense

Evaluating lucidity of generations hence

Passion’s the start, when universes collide

Conception lets the atoms decide

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Infancy opens eyes to minds a-spark

Childhood informs our fears of the dark

Siblings diverge consistent with urge

Violence to surge with power to purge

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The time of adolescence, fire’s conceived

Ash to the wind, a world’s perceived

Sharing thought, love and hate universally

A university of diversity in an ever-changing sea

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Young adults craft their tools to impress

Civility’s conjured with mid-age regress

Maturity may follow, though yet to see

This micro macro juncture’s where we seem to be

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Like time itself mankind has many stages

Dark or enlightened vary though ages

With eon sundries since time had begun

Immature conclusions foretell a sundry of one

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Shardatan

You think you know someone, then they turn.
Their actions are hurtful and cause for concern.
I know you have problems, as we all do.
I too have problems, but I wouldn’t steal from you.
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I try not to hate, but sometimes it’s hard.
I try to find goodness, no more than a chard.
But when shards get smaller, they’re hard to find.
When shards unfound the friendship’s behind.
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Your shard is now minuscule, as are you.
You screwed the wrong person, I know what to do.
I’ll do the right thing; that’s no match for a thief.
And when karma befalls, I’ll laugh with relief.

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Just Wood

Leaning lonely against the stand
silently awaits the touch of a hand
Heart strings needing a pluck or strum
or beating a bass note with a thumb

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The neck longing for subtle caress
Highs and lows, notes relieve stress
Shapely bodies reverberate
Soulful vibrations stimulate

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Anyone’s friend, they don’t segregate
whether booming volumes or sounds to sedate
A planet of harmony’s formed with six strings
Sharing their love as the whole world sings

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More Yore

We long for more;
those days of yore.
But not before the mall.
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The air was clean,
stars were seen.
Masks worn at a ball.
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Murders were less,
less guns, I guess.
Courage is earned after all.
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The food then was real,
not freeze, nuke and peel.
Our body’s now a catchall.
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Commercials were cheery,
now they are scary.
Someone’s going to fall.
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Whoa! clock’s running fast,
the present’s now past.
The future’s now to befall.

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Ticks

Time for a fix, my daily need.
It’s not booze, powder or weed.
It’s just words, but they won’t flow.
The sun’s high and I want to go!
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Just a drop to get me through.
The lines ready and my pencil too.
My grass is bagged; I need a light.
The spark’s gone where once was light.
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Wants wanting and desires to fulfill.
Caffeine’s pumping, sugar’s my pill.
Jone’s are calling, it’s time to split.
Habits habitual, mine’s now lit.

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Wrap It Up

I’m a little older now, I think I know what’s up.
I don’t go sniffin’ for shit like some young pup.
I keep my nose clean, and my head held up high.
The only way up is to reach for the sky.
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Know what you’re sayin’ and who you’re talkin’ to.
Put a smile on your face and make the feeling true.
Help a stranger when in need, never passing blame.
Keep it real every day, this ain’t no stinkin’ game.

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Bells Taking Their Toll

A day without time and no place to be.
I’ll rise with sun and bathe in the sea.
I’ll watch the grass grow and clouds float by.
I’ll live off the land and breathe in the sky.
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A day without time sounds great to me.
I’ll live out my life being happy and free.
There will be no pain or any reason to cry.
There’s no compilation or a reason to lie.
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A day without time is a day full of glee.
There are starlit nights and nothing to flee.
A day without time, I’d sure love to try.
But then the alarm that needs my reply.

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Urban Lumberjack

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Out sawing logs most proficiently

Till buzzing sounds cut through me

Awakened to a new sunrise

And looming towers in the skies

Guzzled whole bean, huge and black

Sugar stash stole from old knapsack

I grab my Axe then splash my face

Yesterday’s chips bear no trace

Beard’s quaffed perfectly shabby

Pressed flannel plaid looking flabby

Jeans donned with six inch cuff

Pipe’s lit for morning’s puff

In vintage boots scuffed, untied

A new day’s afoot heading outside

A bright spot picked, time to strike

Never as close as I would like

Pickup’s placed alarmed and ready

Loving years rolling steady

Traversing back the jiggles and jogs

Returning home to saw more logs

There distant dogs I hear barking

While alternate side of the street parking

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Always Never

Never stop growing, learning or asking why.
Leave a long to-do list on the day you die.
Live your life with zeal, never looking back.
Emphasize the positives not what you lack.
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Always pay your dues, enjoy what you gain.
Be kind to others, never causing pain.
Share a smile daily and get one in return.
Always use your sunscreen, never get a burn.

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The Sum of All

In this space of many parts,
all have brains, all have hearts.
Some are big, some are small,
some will soar, others fall.
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Survivor’s all until we’re done,
then another, never one.
Some will give, some will take,
choices are what we make.
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Some choose poorly and pay the price.
Some squeak by but that’s never nice.
Some choose wisely and forge ahead,
thankful for another day fed.
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Some learn lessons, others don’t.
Some will multiply, others won’t.
All in all we’re parts of the whole.
The sum of which equals our goal.

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Seems to Need

I need a bigger clock,
my watch seems to lie.
The spaces are too small,
and the hands seem to fly.
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I need to see where time goes.
I can’t believe it’s me.
I only scroll a little.
And only when time’s free.
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But that little watch keeps lying.
It tells me hours have flown past.
The stupid phone agrees.
I think the problems vast.
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It must be a conspiracy,
drawing people to their laps.
Our future’s passing by,
and we’re now hunched like saps.
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I’m going to go cold turkey.
When I’m done, we’ll share a toast.
But that I’ll start tomorrow.
Today I need to post.

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