The Wheel Of Time
The wheel of time is like a giant clock
in this circular physical world
and its spokes are the second,
minute and hour hands that
continuously seem to move within it
and propel it forward in one direction
as perceived through the hub of our awareness
which witnesses the recuring phenomenon
and flux of life in its various stages of
birth, youth, maturity, old age and death.
What of the afterlife and rebirth then?
poem by George Krokos
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Life Is A Wheel
Life
Is a wheel
The heart, brain,
Lung lever, kidney
The spokes
The blood works
The same way as
The air in the tube
Of the body like tire
A small leak
Can make the tire flat
One broken spoke
Can halt the wheel
The living
Becomes dead
The present
Turns into past
Let the
Wheel of life move
Exercise a bit
Keep the spokes fit
Air full
Live as long as the
Almighty wants
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A monologue on 'nothing in particular
Well you know,
It always begins like this
'The day starts'
Half an hour early for me
Clocks set hour an hour early
The day begins
Well morning starts
With a break of sunlight
Flooding through the cracks
In the blinds
In summer it is always much earlier
Than the pre set time on the alarm clock
Which is primed to go off
Half an hour earlier
Inevitably
The light wakes me at sunrise
Which often occurs around five o'clock
Like some cruel trick
I am woken exactly an hour or is it half an hour
Before my alarm clock goes off, half an hour earlier?
Which is set to go off half an hour early
But that never happens in the summer
The lie in ends up a sleep over
In winter this is a different matter again
With no light
So there I am at five in the morning
exactly or, approximately the time
The sun is meant to set
[bar a second or to or maybe a minute
behind or ahead of prediction]
There I am WIDE AWAKE
No lie in
No chance of sleeping
Again
Exept at the WRONG TIME!
Then I recover
Five minutes behind schedule
pull the blind
make a cup of tea
giving myself exactly
thirty minutes
Before drinking it
to get ready for work
Flossing does not happen until
A much later time
There is a ten minute interval
For toast and tea
And tidying away
My watch is set five minutes ahead
Or maybe three minutes
I leave on time
In time for the bus that leaves
Two minutes early
The next one arrives ten minutes late
The driver
Has donated his brain to medical science
Thirty years prior to his death
Give or take a couple of hours or minutes
He slips into a slow coma behind the steering wheel
The world is in slow motion
Catatonia eclipses the traffic
I am now on time
To be late
despite all my carefully timed efforts
Now that was just the beginning of the morning
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Procrastination: The thief of time for M lady Catrina
The clock ticks inexorably
Each second moves the minute
hand forward infinitesimally.
Or so I’m led to understand.
But I afraid I cant agree.
Sometimes if I should look away
The hands move forward rapidly
Much quicker than the normal way.
What happens to the time that’s passed?
I can’t retrieve in any way.
The present has become the past.
I’ve lost a portion of my day.
I wonder if you’ve noticed too
The sneaky tricks which clocks can do.
18/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Just A Note To The Elite
wagon wheel turning
in the dirt... the spokes
and the hub are what
makes it work! .
poor people are the spokes,
hard workin' is the hub!
if you take that away...
the wheel becomes useless...
(caves in on itself!)
never forget the debt you owe
to those around you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fighting Death
Death follows birth; does birth follow birth?
Birth to death, journeys have ups and down.
What is the status between death and birth?
Why must you fight death if no-rebirth is bliss?
(15.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time2
Time is running
Running through my mind
It continuously runs
Even when i waste time
'Time is
A valuable thing
Watch it fly by
Like a pendelum swing'
'Watched it watch me
And the words that i say
But the time of the clock
Echoes in my veins.'
The clock keeps tickin
No matter what you do
You could be action idiotic
But you're wasting time too
'i know that i didnt
Look down below
As i watched the time go
Right out the window'
You can waste your life
If you dont value your time
pay atention to this poem
And just Think of this Ryme.
'i tried to hold on
tried not to watch
As i wasted it all
On the hands of a clock'
Time is Life
poem by Anthony Zeigler
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Experimentation
do not pick the words
let the word pick you
do not think let thinking
think for you
do not move
let the movement move in you
do not even think of the logic
in metaphors
there is no logic in them
they are the geese coming one spring
lots of noise moving in one direction
landing in your backyard
staring at the window looking for you
you see the world has a life of its own
do not ever think do not ever signify
the world moves, twirls, spins, collides
in you and you are shocked surprise at this
kind of phenomenon
the world hands you what you have been dreaming
you are its only child
and she introduces herself as your only mother
her grass is your cradle
her trees your friends her rocks your company
her clouds your travel and transition
her sun her moon her stars
they are all yours now
resting in the lines of your palms
be glad then
now you are so complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Texting Is Fixing
knownledge comes in a most unexpected moment, never
any man have seen the future, that beyond the super
highways of web of change comes drastically, the gadgets
that propel the world, into the edge of the universe
this wisdom of today, is the future of tomorrow, taking us
to the avenue of transcendental communication of, where
a steps forward of, knowing God in his wisdom of time
as man build, bridge beyond time and space, the supreme
being gifted us to venture, the air lines in the wave of a
whispering ray of dialogue of life
a vehicle to know our past weaknesses, our lapses, our
short coming and our life that until, today this water low, can
be repaired and patch up, through a wheel, of high way
of friendship to God and to man
now is time to recover our losses, now is the hour to contact
our unattended friends and now is the time, to text our
unspoken language, like the sea where the horizon of time
dawning in the infinite existence of your soul
today is the point to love, to begin our dialogue of life, the
unending search of friendship, beyond ourselves, a journey that
texting is fixing the gap of mankind
poem by Antonio Liao
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Afterlife
Do you believe in the afterworld
Or the afterlife?
Do you agree there's a place for us
Beyond our life
Where the timeless call for life
Is lost and you will see
The forgotten dreams
That you once had become reality
They will be set free - another day
You cannot leave if you do not want to stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Life's a dream that you will forget
In the endless space
And the scars you got on planet Earth
Will be erased
You were blind until your eyes have stopped to see
And your powers unfold by the moment
You hit eternity
You will be set free
But you'll never return
That's the price you have to pay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Now you're gone without a word
You didn't say goodbye
I miss you here where are you now
An angel in the sky?
Your visit here has been so short
You left to be set free
But I believe we'll meet again
And together we will stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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In The Dark Portals
may have lived
several moonlit nights
but only one dropp of
moon-light breaths
a new strength
a new vigour
a new awareness
that cascades through
the dark nights of life
may have absorbed
several sparkles of smiles
but only one sparkle
remains the source of
a new strength
a new vigour
a new awareness
that shines through the
remaining darkness of life
may have heard
the words from many
but only one sound
fills the ears with
a new rhythm
a new tune
a new vibration
as one strolls vacantly in
the empty corridors of life
the eyes might have
entwined with many
but only one pair nudges
to move forward towards
a new path
a new direction
a new thinking
as one roams in the
dark portals of life
12jul2009
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Song
(Written By Saleem Mirza Translated By Muhammad shanazar)
Awake lass!
Move around the spinning wheel,
The time will never come back again,
This spacious yard and home of yours,
And all your delicacies are borrowed,
Your youth and beauties are to decay.
Awake lass!
Move around the spinning wheel,
The time will never come back again,
Get rid of all misdeeds and profanities,
Fill your basket with scented flowers,
And add good acts in the scroll of deeds.
Awake lass!
Move around the spinning wheel,
The time will never come back again,
Adopt the straight path of piety,
Recall the name of True Master, Almighty
And complain not speaking blasphemes.
Awake lass!
Move around the spinning wheel,
The time will never come back again,
Be not proud of this breathing hut,
False it is to trust in the house of self,
On a certain day the roof will collapse.
Awake lass!
Move around the spinning wheel,
The time will never come back again.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Ton O' Love
when love takes a back seat to life
when a man runs away from his wife
that's when you know he's in the world
when a guy tries to round up his mate
but she's gone and it's gettin' too late
that's when you know he lost his girl
so it happens all the time
don't get low just stand in line
take your turn now make your move
and crush that doubt with a ton o' luv
when woman takes a back seat to man
she has to tell him where to go if she can
and she decides to wear his ring
find a girl with the face of a clock
her hands move forward till you can't stop
she comes from above with a ton o' luv
song performed by by Devo
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Sweet Girl
Written by stevie nicks.
And he says, what do you love to do?
Outside your world,
Who spends timewith you?
Whom do you love when youre not working?
Sweet girl....
Where would you go,
If you had the time?
Crossing some crazy state-line somewhere?
To whom do you cry?
People are unkind,
Sweet girl...
But I chose to dance across the stages of the world.
Everyone said Id never learn...
And I still hear your words, well, I waited all my life for you....sweet
Girl...
I did try to come back and listen...
You never knew it...
I didnt wish it...
And I did hear every answer of every question...
Its all about protection....
Still through the sunlighted days I wait...
Track a ghost through the fog....
The sun is burning me...
And you come runnin out...
In the wind with me...
The ocean is your blanket...
But I chose to dance across the stages of the world...
Everyone said Id never learn...
I still hear your words, well, I waited all my life for you...
I watched you fly through the world.
In a golden ball...
Many are the cities that I never saw at all...
Sometimes I feel like I was always on-call
Sometimes even I am allowed to fall...
He says, come down here for a
Minute...well, come down here for a minute....
He says, come down here for a minute, sweet girl...
Sweet girl...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Hands On A Clock
If we stop
the hands on a clock
does time stand still
in our minds
only to move again
when we restart the clock
Could we survive
in a world without time
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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What Are Best Choices?
At present I work
under my own direction
and financial freedom.
This may change after June
2011 world politics will soon
go through an oiled polar shift
illuminati is cause and effect.
At present
both my daughters
are very young
both my sons
have attained degrees?
financially sprung?
Even had they failed
I would be proud
if they had persevered
with genuine effort.
Perceive many choices
opportunities in oyster life
our abilities suit us to
irritation different pursuits?
Change is possible
and desirable
until we find
where our abilities
are best applied.
Youth flux young
have siren abilities
conflict difficulty
of being a teenager
is often complicated
by awareness
of economic life
pressures to succeed
in a career
to gain status
and enjoy
an asset better
lifestyle.
Where in truth
does real happiness lie
what are best choices?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ton O Luv
When love takes a back seat to life
When a man runs away from his wife
Thats when you know
Hes in the world
When a guy tries to round up his mate
But shes gone and its gettin too late
Thats when you know
He lost his girl
So it happens
All the time
Dont get low
Just stand in line
Take your turn
Now make your move
And crush that doubt
With a ton o luv
When woman takes a back seat to man
She has to tell him where to go if she can
And she decides
To wear his ring
So it happens
All the time
Dont get low
Just stand in line
Take your turn
Now make your move
And crush that doubt
With a ton o luv
Find a girl with the face of a clock
Hands move forward til you cant stop
She comes from above
With a ton o luv (12+ times)
song performed by by Devo
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By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Trixi The Pixie
Trixi the pixie worked for Father Time,
which was just Jim-dandy fine.
One day Father Time fell asleep
and suddenly time stopped
and nothing moved anywhere.
Trixi decided what she had to do
to get things going again
and wound up the universal clock,
but when she wound it,
something went badly wrong.
Time instead of going forward
suddenly started going in reverse.
Birds started flying backwards,
things went back into holes
where they had just come from.
Cars whizzed by at an alarming rate
with drivers looking forward
and the car speeding in reverse.
Everything was retracing itself in a backward mode.
The world was in chaos
with ships steaming backwards
and their funnels steam going in instead of out.
Just at that moment, Father Time awoke
a bit dizzy as he watched the hands on his clock
spinning wildly in reverse.
Oh my, Oh my, he shouted
Trixi what have you done?
The futures going backwards
and the past is coming forward.
He pulled on the large handle of the universal clock
and everything came to an abrupt stop.
He adjusted the leaver slightly
and pushed it forward and everything rushed forward
this time at an accelerated rate.
A snail broke into speed and broke the sound barrier.
Things were getting silly again.
Everything was moving faster than they should.
Transport was finishing journeys in seconds flat.
Time was spinning well out of control.
Oh my, Oh my, Trixi what shall we do
and pulled the leaver again,
then again into reverse everything flew.
He pushed the leaver slowly forward
until normal speed was restored.
He yawned and said I am tired.
Trixi wake me in an hour
and with the way time is going
when I awake it will be next year.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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