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Wait For The Right Time

What grows on the earth? !
What is left to mankind?
But, do wait for the right time to come;
Then you can express yourself with your status.

Of the small planets,
Of the frozen planets,
Telescope, cope, slope, dope, rope, lope, scope, hope, mope;
And of these things!
Because, there is the planting time and of the harvest time.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Grope

Grope, rope, dope, hope, Pope, cope, mope, lope, slope;
Oppressed and robbed! !
For, the gods of the wood and the gods of the stones are now controlling you.

A thing of horror!
An object of biting remarks;
To dropp off,
To go into captivity,
And like the reflections of your works in the mirror! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Am Needing What It Is You Have To Give!

I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.

I am needing it.
And I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
And less time,
For you to decide...
How much time you're going to give,
To fulfill my need.
Or the time you've given is enough for me.

I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.

I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.

Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.

Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.

I am needing it.
And I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
And less time,
For you to decide...
How much time you're going to give,
To fulfill my need.
Or the time you've given is enough for me.

I'm needing it.
And I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.

Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.

I am needing it.
And I can't resist.

Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.

I am needing what it is you have to give!

Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.

I am needing what it is you have to give!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Faces And Our Voices

Dare, care, fare, mare, bare, pare, hare, rare, rare, ware;
Parents have feelings too! !
But just doing it once can also hurt you,
So, try to learn from the positive things in life always.

Extraordinary,
Once is all that it takes;
And like the life of poverty and dependency,
But i am trying to cope with you.

Mope, dope, lope, nope, rope, Pope, hope, cope;
it took me that far! !
But your addiction led to theft;
Shaken,
Collapsed,
Suffered;
And of a copy in black and white,
But she lifted up her voice and wept.

Rose, hose, dose, pose, nose, lose;
You are only a teenager! !
But our character is an integral part of us in life.

Our faces and our voices define who we are physically,
But your character reflects who you are on the inside;
And keeping the law is all that we need,
But, being straight always is the key of life than the negative chains!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Lost You

Muse, love, use, lust, sue, romance, passion;
I found you but i lost you! !
And like the muse of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
But, who the cap fits should wear it always.

Muse, love, lust, romance, passion, due, few;
I found you but i lost you!
Joy, emotion, passion, love, lust, a kiss, sex, sex with you;
I found you but i lost you! !
And like the muse of love in the golden triangle;
But, i found you and i lost you to another man.

Hope, trope, dope, Europe, mope, cope;
And like the casual department of your muse!
Lope, nope, rope, tope, hope, cope;
I found you and i lost you! !
And like a wounded soul;
But this love was all about us.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Acrostic 1992

Narrow the world, with very little scope
Inside its boundaries for warring creed.
Now seed, now bloom, now dead in word and deed,
Ended scarce begun, yet still we hope
To add an extra twist to Time’s short rope,
Expressing trust which on itself does feed,
Energy recycling. Great our need,
Never flags, grows greater, while we grope
New yardsticks more secure, for seldom Pope
Imam or preacher can in conscience lead,
Nor can sham shaman really draw a bead
Exact ‘twixt Hell and Heaven. Few can cope!
Their lives are lonely interludes which slope
Year after year towards the grave, their seed
Too thinly scattered, and their barren breed
With other worries blessed, which telescope.
One sighs while lonely hearts in silence bleed …

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Storm Tossed

Narrow the world, with very little scope
Inside its boundaries for warring creed.
Now seed, now bloom, now dead in word and deed,
Ended scarce begun, yet still we hope
To add an extra twist to Time's short rope,
Expressing trust which on itself does feed,
Energy recycling. Great our need,
Never flags, grows greater, while we grope
New yardsticks more secure, for seldom Pope
Imam or preacher can in conscience lead,
Nor can sham shaman really draw a bead
Exact between Hell and Heaven. Few can cope!
Their lives are lonely interludes which slope
Year after year towards the grave, their seed
Too thinly scattered, and their barren breed
With other worries blessed, which telescope.
One sighs while lonely hearts in silence bleed.

(1 January 1992)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time for everything

All things that happens in the world, happens at the time God chooses..The is a time of love, and a time of hate! The is a time of sorrows, and a time of joy! The is a time of war, and a time of peace! The is a time of birth, and a time of death! The is a of planting, and a time of pulling out! The is a time to succeed, and a time to fail! The is a time of finding, and a time of loosing! The is a time of smoothness, and a time of rudeness! The is a time to be fast, and a time to be slow! Everything has its own time to happen dont rush, wait for the time to come! BY K.r mafojane

poem by K.R Relebogile Mafojane
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Patterns Of Time

carefully looking at this time
and that other time
how they correlate to connect each time
of the next time
to follow the same pattern of time
with no dime
but a crime
if a time
is wasted on no time
for you will never find a time
on the same time
that was underutilized by the time
you realize it were time
it will never be the same time
but a different time
at that point in time
on each pattern of time
from am to pm it is time
still morning to midnight is time
and any time
of the day is time
as from monday to sunday time
year start to midyear and year end is time

so, time
ticking as you may be aware of time
that everything is well connected to time
and must be done on time
for you will never find the same time
of that very point in time
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do what you can, on time. for time is never a fact but a situation of the same condition on a different setting, but still its time. therefore, time is longer than rope and shorter than your scope though at times time is beyond our scope of reach and intelligence of the mind on time.
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**extracted from 'patterns of time'**
from **patterns of life** november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry (nup) .

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Astronomer

I wander all alone and play with pebbles on the beach,
and wonder at the Milky Way which other men may reach.
Though thither I won’t wend my way, I try my best, I teach
to others how the planets play; upon their orbits preach.

What seems a complex interplay of matter dark and light,
as magnet must attract â€" I stay for days before stars bright
a billion light years far away, and find therein delight,
dwell on gravitational sway on how mankind well might
discover, reinvent, doorway beyond the Moon and Mars,
and foray further far to lay its seed among the stars.

From Hubble's bubble telescope to images online,
from NASA exploration's scope and information mine,
to Voyager myope, the mind curves off from fixed straight line -
thought processes must cope with dark hole, quasar, quark or dine
on solar storm or grope with RNA's helix grapevine
unknown to sect or pope or falsehood's pantomime,
to those who slouch about and mope, ignoring the sublime.
Imagine bio-allotropes which ‘human’ redefine,
imagine man’s historic hopes confronting space and time …

Meanwhile, on Earth, the bill to pay is high â€" pollution palls â€"
factory volcano grey: short-sightedness appals

(24 June 1975 1st stanza 24 August 2006 2nd 16 April 2009 3rd stanza 16 April 2009 robi3_0101 XXX_JNX See Brian Waller Procter: Pre-Existence Previous title The Astronomer)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time will tell

Time will tell
Nobody knows tomorrow
But time will tell
Until the end you cant tell
The act and deeds of mankind
Depends on time
In the race of life
Time will tell
Life is like planting a seed
It takes time to grow
And only time will tell fought
When it will bare fruits
A child is born
And only time tells his future
Little drops of water
Makes a mighty ocean
A nation grows to be an empire
Whither the wildness burns
Or not depends on the fire
The rainy days
And the sunny day
Are all example of time
Time will tell

poem by Matt Ancient
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Awakening for Seasons

Alarm call signal beeps, wakes life to hope.
While vague, untidy heap stirs, seeking soap.
Above white sheets eyes peep – ‘collide a scope’
Knaps excerpt from sleep's waves, attempts to cope
Extracts dream-echoes deep which telescope
Nano half-lives, fragile figments elope.
Isolated fragments salmon-surface grope
Now mid the mind’s adjustments, knot loose rope,
Glimpse anchors dreams yet keeps thoughts in their scope.
Flashes snow sheep show, recounted hope
Of t[r]apping spring of sleep... dream’s periscope.
Rise above life's challenge slope!
SEA-change awaits as crocus, once snowbound,
SONg sings which trees decks green, gifts green to ground.

7 December 1991 revised 12 April 2008

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Man's Curiosity Lands on Mars!

Of all the many galaxies,
The Maker chose just planet earth,
The third from sun in Milky Way,
For man to inhabit and thrive!

But man's curiosity didn't stop
By landing upon moon's surface!
One small step of Neil Armstrong meant
A giant leap for mankind's science!

Mars Rover Curiosity
Has touched down upon mars surface,
A feat of engineering skills -
A culmination of efforts!

But why search planets for new life?
Home earth has secrets much concealed;
Why waste money and time so far?
Cannot you develop life on earth?

Though curiosity of man
Is good for scientific research,
All know that earth is best for man,
And yet, they hunt for newer ground!

Kudos to scientists' great efforts!
Man's brain is doing things grandiose;
If only money's spent on earth,
All mankind can live happily!

Mere mankind's pow'rs can't move mountains!
The Omnipotent need to bless;
Man's achievements then bear witness
To Maker's awesome power and love!

Dedicated to all the scientists world-wide!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-8-12

poem by John Celes
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We Hear the Time

We hear the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the truth is unveiled.

We see the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the light shines upon us.

We smell the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the earth is awakened.

We taste the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the false collapses.

We touch the time with the hands sublime
And the hearts like the sacred lotus.

We feel the time with the light divine
Bursting forth from the depths of despair.

We shout the time when the planets align
Like the sun with its sparkling hair.

We dance the time when the music rhymes
And we set forth where no one dared.

We breathe the time with our bodies supine,
Breathing in the transcendent air.

We speak the time with the language enshrined
In the nebulae debonair.

While the voices scream and the mystics dream
To the minds that are unaware

Of the time that in now, of the beauty within
That the surface things have concealed.

Yes, the time has arrived-beautiful time-
That the prophecies have revealed.

June 22,2012

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Extraterrestrial Beings - David Wilcock

Calculate revolutions of all objects celestial
using the magical Nineveh constant - fit the
planets’ rotation into a round cycle number
indicating each object’s sun revolution

The stars become a celestial clock, day one
is the alignment of all planetary bodies, used
as coordinates in the hyper-dimensional
gymnastics of extraterrestrial beings

Extraterrestrials travel outside linear time, they
see planets in all probable positions at the same
time so planetary orbits appear as giant rings
and all conjunctions are visible at a glance

Their coordinates set to ‘Omega Point’ where the
cycle begins, planets aligned, they enter our third-
dimension linear time-stream at light-speed, planets
swinging round about like a big clock

They choose a time period within cycles of twenty-
five-thousand Pluto revolutions, Jupiter and Saturn
in conjunction - the perfect time for the arrival of
extraterrestrial beings…

David Wilcock: Divine Cosmos

The Nineveh Constant is a fantastic calculator, as it is designed to fit the rotation of every planet into a certain round number of cycles...

divinecosmos.com/resources/shiftoftheages /18.html

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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For a long time, we've worked on detecting planets with whatever was at hand, making use of existing small telescopes or even amateur telescopes. It's time to move on to the next stage.

quote by Andrew Gould
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Time O' Clock

Takes your life upbeat like roller costar rides
Makes your life offbeat like waves and tides
Time gives you seasons of cheers and joyfulness
Time gives you reasons for tears and sorrowfulness
You see darkness around; time shows you the ray of hope
You see yourself break down; time helps you to cope
Brightest of days you will see; the darkest of nights you will witness
With time you will swallow failures and you will taste success
Time teaches you the principles and philosophies of life
Time teaches you to play with a toy as well as a knife
Time eases all the things and lets all the wounds heal
With time things conceal themselves, with time things reveal
As you will grow, time will unfold the colors of relations
As time will grow, you will unfurl your own perceptions
For everything that has to happen, time is pre set
Things ensue only at the set time, neither early nor late
To perceive the time game, arm poise and patience
To embark upon the mighty time, attest insistence
Time is what we all want the most
Time is what we all tend to use the worst
Time is the most incalculable thing that can ever be spent
If you lose time, you will be left, only to repent
Punctuality is the bandit of time whether pain or gain
Strike at the right time coz lost time is never found again

poem by Madhulita Das
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Next Time

Next time (if I get the chance)
I will take a different stance
Yes, try to be what I am not
And so below unfold my plot) ...

Next time I`ll not turn a cheek
Next time, I shall not be weak
No, next time I won`t weep and wail
For next time round I will not fail

Next time I shall not be late
Next time I won`t hesitate
No, next time I`ll not flounder long
Yes, next time I`ll be sure and strong

Next time I won`t be so small
Next time I`ll walk proud and tall
And next time I won`t hide my face
For next time I will have my place

Next time I shall get it right
Next time I will shout and fight
For next time It won`t be the same
Yes, next time I will win the game

Next time I won`t be afraid
And stay unnoticed in the shade
For next time I will be the one
To shine triumphant `neath the sun

Next time you will hear my voice
Next time, next time I will rejoice
For next time I`ll be brave and free
OH NEXT TIME, YES, JUST WAIT AND SEE! !

(Next time if I can I will
Be all these things, or better still
I`ll stay myself and be content
To live as now, indifferent)

poem by Valerie Dohren
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A time will come when men will stretch out their eyes. They should see planets like our Earth.

quote by Christopher Wren
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Wait For Me

All these miles, haunting questions linger in my mind.
And all the while, making bad decisions out of line.
Still I've tried, to let go of the danger in my life.
It's alright, when that's the only thing I've left behind.
And there's still time...
Wait for me. There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe, it's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me. I only hope that you'll remember me.
At this time, I'm counting all the reasons I should stay.
Bottom line. I'm missing all the things I gave away.
I remind, and see your face every single day.
Still I'm blind. I wish that there was something I could say
To make things right...
Wait for me. There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe, it's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me. I only hope that you'll remember me.
Just hold on a little bit longer.
Thoughts and memories will be enough
My need for you is only growing stronger.
I know you don't understand it much
But it doesn't mean I have to care about you any less
It doesn't have a thing to do with that.
There's still so many questions that are gonna' be addressed
I'm sorry that it had to be like this.
But there's still time to make things right.
Wait for me. There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe, it's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me. I only hope that you'll remember me.

song performed by by Flaw
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Slow Folks

Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.

The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.

Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
Oh,
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.

By those slow folks...
A butt end of a joke.
By those slow folks.
Provoked or demoted,
By those slow folks.
Or turn into a joke!
By those slow folks.

They can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.

Those slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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