The Time Train
Moves and moves on the Time Train,
In the sun, storm and torrential rain;
Goes on all the time hooting, wailing,
With measured speed bogies trailing.
Some ascend while the others descend,
Who knows where a passenger is to rend.
Those who descend are heartily kissed,
Those who ascend are painfully missed;
The silent watering surging hazy eyes,
Say the departing partners good byes.
Bothers not the indifferent Time Train,
Whether one departs or meets again;
It goes on all the time hooting wailing,
With measured speed bogies trailing.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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If You Need To Extend Your Time To Achieve Success; Just Do It!
To bag success, you need to make a sacrifice.
You need to cut nonsense moves; you must pay the price.
Make good plans, just advance and make moves that are nice.
Have a real good mentor and follow his advice.
Finish the project; precious time you can extend.
Important and helpful meetings, always attend.
From big problems and huge trials, you must ascend.
To the successful people, just openly blend.
If you really need to work longer, just do it!
If you really need to train longer, just do it!
If you really need to plan longer, just do it!
If you still need to study longer, just do it!
poem by Bim Galimba
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Imaginary Time
There are times when we think
time rushes by too quick
and other times when
it just seems to drag along.
When you are waiting for something to happen
time seems to go slow,
yet when something happens.
Something nice for you
and you want to prolong time.
You can bet on these occasions
time seems to race by.
Having said all that,
time moves at a steady pace
and never alters its speed.
It is only our imagination,
which thinks it moves
fast and slow.
1 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Swimming The Past Time
Disappear between the space of dust
In a smoke, within the light
Time moves in any speed
Continuously without tired no rest
In a chime of turbulence
Swimming back to the past
For the broad river back to early creek
Unfold the memories of past ages
In the album of experience, our old life
Reversing tears back to enter the eyes
Revisiting old smiles back on lips one more time
Wandering all before just before now
Still, we moving forward heading toward the future
Toward the estuary, swimming follow the flowing time
Moving back or in front, physical still here
Wandering, facing the stream only our mind
All good, bad now a past scenery along the time river
We heading to estuary to be as a part of wise ocean
Till time sending our final destiny to the sea
Another scenery of cry or happy we will feel and see
Just to move forward, forgive, learn to gain from past
Nothing to waste because time moves in any speed
So i will let my tears flow and smiles glow
Live these beautiful feelings in my life
For all time, as i know
Soon we will have no more
to hold each other (time and life)
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Having a break from 'Rise from Ashes' theme
and trying write something like 'Swimming the past time'
A poem that i done as i felt how fast time disappear...
just wrote it and post it
Life walking within time, and time never stop walking
and moves in any speed..so just bring your life some cheers
in everyday even it's hard...or not _Unwritten Soul
poem by Unwritten Soul
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It's About Time
Time Is….
Ethereal and immaterial,
as a wisp of vapour
Untenable, impalpable,
as thoughts in the mind
Indescribable, invisible,
yet worth more than treasure
Ne’er carried with one,
yet ne’er truly left behind
Oft times borrowed to live on
Oft times spent in haste
Oft times forgotten or foregone
Oft times given to waste
Time can be given as a loan to a friend
Can be borrowed just as well
Time Can be given and time can be taken
And Time can be Heaven or Hell
Time moves so slowly
When we’re in a state of anticipation
Yet moves far too fast
When we’re enjoying exhilaration
Time can be measured quite exactly,
As a second, a minute, or a day
Even though exactly, what it truly is,
no one exactly, can truly say
While it can’t be seen, described, or held in your hand
There’s one thing we do know for sure
When you use up your share and it starts running out
That’s the time we’ll always want more
Time touches us all with it’s almighty hand
And it’s effects, are so impossible to resist
So strange to be so immaterial, and yet so very grand
Time absolutely, and most truly…simply does not exist!
poem by David Whalen
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British Railway Blues
I'm standing in my platform shoes
Wailing and moaning the railroad blues!
It happens again and again,
Waiting and waiting for a train
(Usually in the pouring rain!) ,
What a pain!
But it gives you the time
To make up a rhyme
And wonder if it's really a crime
To trespass on the railway line.
Didn't you read what the notice said?
What a miserable fate
To be struck stone dead
By a train that's late!
Come on, let's quit,
I'm sick of it!
Don't swear or cuss
Or make any fuss,
Next time we'll bloody well go by bus!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Forgetting A Lot Of Things....
i apologize
to myself
since i easily
forget
and leave those
who have
been patiently
waiting for
me like
a passenger of
a train
waiting for hours
for me to be
taken
in
i forget the hour
i forget
that i am
a train
i forget altogether
time
and the passenger
and then i try
to recall
smoke passing
by my hair
smelling something
hazy
like a perfume
that i
think was there
before
a woman naked
or was it
a horse
running in the
fields of hay
foggy memory
sounds of rain on the month
of May
a friend writes
an email
i Google
a name
figuring out
who's there but it is
misty
smell of burnt
fish
on the fireplace
or was it
at the kitchen?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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By The River II
WHEN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fields thou tendest well,
It o'er them spreads its slime and mud.
The ships descend ere daylight wanes,
The prudent fisher upward goes;
Round reef and rock ice casts its chains,
And boys at will the pathway close.
To this attend, then, carefully,
And what thou wouldst, that execute!
Ne'er linger, ne'er o'erhasty be,
For time moves on with measured foot.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Next Train
Well I finally found tomorrow
'Cause I just now found today
But I'm left with all the sorrow
Lingering from yesterday
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
Well I'd love for you to be there
On the day I say goodbye
But I've lost too much to your stare
To even waste a sigh
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
Yes it's time for me to let go
You're the drug that's in my veins
You lift me up and leave me pain
I'm broken, beaten, barely sane
And I'm leaving on the next train
I gladly stayed to wade it through
And find out what I've meant to you
Now it's clear to me this time
So I'm leaving this behind
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
Yes it's time for me to let go
song performed by by Hanson
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The Phantom of Time
Many years ago
I imagined time flowing
Like a river without banks.
Then I read some books
Of science and they said
That time is an irreversible arrow,
A relentless, unhaltable train,
That moves irresistibly, like fate.
It travels from Past to Future
On invisible wheels
Neglecting to stop
At the railway station
On the road, called Present.
But I was not absolutely sure
That this was all true.
So I watched the clocks
And I saw their hands moving,
Undoubtedly showing,
And with mechanical precision,
The exact hours every day and night.
And I was very impressed that
The scientists had the evidence:
Time was really moving unstoppably.
However, if you think carefully
You will notice that the clock-hands
Do not actually show time, because
What they show is movement in space.
So I have had a question.
If time is indeed in a state of flux,
Flowing like a river without banks,
Or moving and passing
Like an undeviating train;
Then what is its speed?
And since
We measure speed
By the ratio of traveling distance
To the periodic motion of the clock,
How are we supposed to measure
The velocity of time?
By time itself?
Thus,
I came to the conclusion
That the flow of time
Is just a blooming metaphor,
A prosperous illusion:
The years do not pass by.
We pass through the years.
Time does not really exist!
And nevertheless, it does.
It is its own phantom.
For practical purposes,
We need the clock, of course.
Yet, at root, the notion of time
Appears to emanate from
A completely static cosmic womb
Of the universe.
A boundless Sea of Eternity,
Time stands still.
And thus,
In our transient boats
We sail perhaps in quiet waters
From one port to another,
Or navigate perchance
Through turbulent waves
In the Ocean
Of Infinite Duration.
poem by Paul Hartal
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High Speed Train
When I look into your eyes.
Your drop like an anchor eyes.
I scudded and clipped the sky
Just shy of making it.
And you almost got away.
I told you I was afraid.
Did I really want to try
You're holding me to my claim
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
I flail like the antelope
Who jumped from the building
and you caught me on the sly
you've taken me by surprise.
you've mirrored my best disguise and
turned it back on me.
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
I flail like the antelope
Who jumped from the building
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
To Berlin, Kyoto or Marseilles
I'd go anywhere for you
I'll bring you a big bouquet
I picked it myself today
it compliments your eyes
there's love at the end of the line
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
I flail like the antelope
Who jumped from the building
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
To Berlin, Kyoto or Marseilles
I'd go anywhere for you
And that's what I always knew
I'd like to have hung the moon.
I'd wrestle you for a spoon inside your sleeping bag.
Just us.
No war. no hate. no past.
It's real.
I'm here. I'm yours. I'm fast.
I'm long in the eye
I'm cry when I try
I just want to fly
Just you and I, together
song performed by by REM
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Early Works - Time Out
Deep within the blackness
lay the barriers
known to all as time
with depths much deeper
than the boundaries of hell.
Within each boundary
lie one day,
one year,
and one century.
And still within the blackness
lies more barriers
known to all as the future
with heights higher than heaven,
which are guided by the hand of fate.
Time rules our lives
and fate rules time
to the extent
it causes destruction
or gives life to those in need.
Time can be a killer
and time can be a prayer,
time can be helpful
and time can be a menace.
Unlike anything on earth,
time has no ending,
where life can cease to be
time will carry on
even when all life has gone.
Time to us is just a word
for one cannot see time;
one cannot feel time,
though one can define time
as a passing.
We all live within a life cycle
where time is all around us.
Though we cannot see time,
it is a constant ruler
within our lives.
Time is measured for travel
in light,
in sound,
in speed.
Time is measured for life
in seconds,
in minutes,
in hours,
in years,
in centuries.
But time is only a word
and the meaning is so complex
that the real meaning
is hard
to explain.
Except that, life
as we know it
would never really
exist
without time.
Date Unknown
Authors Note:
Originally the title of this piece was Time, but I changed it for Time Out as I realised I had already written two later pieces with the same title. I believe this was written in the late 1960 and was the first piece with the title. On of my very early poems from the construction of it. Please do judge me too harshly because of it.
poem by David Harris
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I Wonder In Whose Arms You Do Awake
I wonder in whose arms
you do wake this morning
and who lies comfortable against you
and would have wanted just a moment
but time moves on
while my live
moves at full speed
and I wish for you to disappear
into oblivion and with you the pain
that our separation did bring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Train Now Departing
The train now departing
My luggage plays tricks
It was lighter, it was heavier
"Stay" I heard you say
I bent down to tie my laces
There were no other footsteps
In this empty station
Always running out place,
Always running out of time
"Not this time."
The train now departing.
poem by Norman Santos
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Casey Jones
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
This old engine makes it on time,
Leaves central station bout a quarter to nine,
Hits river junction at seventeen to,
At a quarter to ten you know its travlin again.
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
Trouble ahead, lady in red,
Take my advice youd be better off dead.
Switchmans sleeping, train hundred and two is
On the wrong track and headed for you.
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
Trouble with you is the trouble with me,
Got two good eyes but you still dont see.
Come round the bend, you know its the end,
The fireman screams and the engine just gleams...
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Poem about Poetry - Images
the only person who
cares to speak to us
only in images is Divinity
the dazzling sun he
is paying the respect
to each new day
with an illuminatioin
that can lift our spirit up
eyes, he is saying
how unique you are
a creature moulded
and beholden unto you
and unto you only
all the creatures
on land, in the sky, in the sea
he is saying there are
so many ways an idea
can be shaped
for the eyes as well
as for the senses
and the legs, he is saying
there are so many ways
you can run, walk tall
a centipede, a milipede
a snail, a fly, a turtle
four legs, six legs, two legs
a hundred legs, just to
go where you want to be
even the teeth,
there are so many
ways to feel the bite, the pain
the canines, the molars,
incisors, premolars
there are so many ways
you can chew the world up
into pieces, into a paste
and the universes
there are so many ways
you can make things shine
by themselves, by reflection
by refraction, by the water,
by the mist, by the rain
by the diamonds, by
the fireflies, your eyes
and time, there are so
many ways you can have
it measured, let it exist
by the speed of thoughts,
by the speed of the train, rocket
the needles of the clock
a vacuum, a sphere, a cube,
a square, a triangle,
a pyramid, stasis,
buddha's nirvana
a crossworld of images
Divinity talks in all subtleties
in the light a rainbow hides
in the mirage a city not so far away
and in the man, that compass
which will only lead to him
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Old Log Train
Hank williams sr.
(d) if you will listen a (g) song I will (d) sing
About my daddy who ran a log (a) train
Way (d) down in the southland in (g) old ala- (d) bam
We lived in a place that they (a) call chatmantown.
And late in the evening when the sun was low
Way off in the distance you could hear the train blow
The boys would come runnin and mamma would sing,
Get the supper on the table here comes the log train.
Every morning at the break of day
Hed grab his lunch bucket and be on his way
In winter or summer, sunshine or rain
Every mornin hed run that old log train.
A sweatin and swearin all day long
Shoutin git-up there oxen, keep movin along,
Load er up boys cause it looks like rain,
Ive got get rollin this old log train.
This story happened a long time ago
The log train is silent, God called daddy to go
But when I get to heaven to always remain
Ill listen for the whistle of the old log train.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Mysterious Ways
I must have aged twenty years in the last seven days
Living on emotion, disbelieve and rage
I found out the hard way life is what you make
Sometimes you gotta learn to give yourself a break
You can go where you wanna go
You can know who you want to know
Take a good look inside you'll see
You can have it all
If you just believe
Time moves in mysterious ways
You're dancing to the music while the music plays
Accelerates and then delays
Time moves in mysterious ways
[Chorus:]
Accidents can happen and they always do
It only takes a twist of fate to turn on you
I was in the wrong place at just right time
I thought she was a lover not a friend of mine
You can do who you wanna do
You can screw who you want to screw
In the end it's the fantasy
But not reality
That will set you free
[Chorus]
Once it's inside of me
It's like a symphony
On a cloud and I can't come down
It's like a dream then you come around
[Instrumental break]
You can go where you wanna go
You can know who you want to know
Take a good look inside you'll see
You can have it all if you just believe
[Chorus]
Time moves in mysterious ways
You're dancing to the music while the music plays
Accelerates and then delays
Time moves in mysterious
Time moves in mysterious
Time moves in mysterious ways
song performed by by Toto
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All Night Train
Transcribed by ed luskey
Last night sorta got so insane,
As I went ridin on the all night train.
Took it down the street and around the block,
Took it downtown baby where the big boys rock.
Roll on, roll on,
Take me where I can ease my pain.
Preacher say boy now where you been?
Getting lead in my pockets,
Putting money in sin.
When the mornin comes not a nickel to my name,
Threw it all away on the all night train.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
I woke up late yesterday afternoon,
My eyeballs feeling like two balloons.
The doctor say things aint never gonna change,
Till you stop riding that all night train.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Took a little trip to keep from going insane,
Spent the rest of my life on the all night train.
All night train.
All night train.
All night train.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Time For Everything
we all have the time for everything…
a time to play and a time to sleep
a time to move and a time to be stiff
a time to cry and a time to laugh
a time to be weak and a time to be tough.
a time to doubt and a time to trust
a time to agree and a time to contrast
a time to be slow and a time to be fast
a time to fade and a time to last.
having twenty four hours a day, we have…
a time to be good and a time to be bad
a time to be mad and a time to be glad
a time to be silent and a time to be loud
a time to be down and a time to be proud
a time to be smart and a time to be dumb
a time to be hurt and a time to be loved
a time to be honest and a time to lie
a time to live and of course a time to die.
poem by Frieda Taller
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A moment at the railroad crossing
I stopped for a while till the Goods train moves.
Oh! Huge materials carry on that,
And it seems to be a non-stop train.
I counted the goods one by one,
To pass the time and my ghost like soul
Taken the impression what's the train showed.
'The life too is a non-stop train and we carry our huge sins
On our oblique shoulders.' My hidden ghost murmured.
* Half of my journey I have dreamed ragged Station Masters holding their unlit lanterns.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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