Time’s efficiency
Time heals the wound;
Time wipes the pleasure.
Time dispels odour.
Time softens anger.
Nobles are forgotten.
Rogues are forgotten.
21.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loss of Time
A forgotten time
A forgotten society
A forgotten land
A forgotten people
A time of peace
A time of war
A time of grieving
A time of celebration
A time of loss
A loss of knowledge
A loss of dignity
A loss of loved ones
A loss of sanity
A loss of peace
A beginning of a new time
A beginning of new life
A beginning of new knowledge
A beginning of new peace
A beginning of new war
Its all a cycle
From a new beginning
To loss
To a time of difference
Till it is all forgotten
And a new beginning is forged.
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Time Heals all
when my brother had a bad car crash and nearly died
i was told to give it time
time heals all
one after another my four grandparents died
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when a mates brother hung himself
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when my friend turned her back and distroyed my life
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when i got epilepsy and lost peoples trust
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when i got depressed and lost control of my life
i was told to give it time
time heals all
i gave it time
but i'm not healed
so when dose time help
when do people stop relying on time
and get off there butts and help
cause time dosen't heal all on its own
Never Is Such A Long Time
The encounter was so brief.
It's as if some theif
came in and stole it away
and never let it stay.
One year became a lifetime.
Two lives became like one.
There's not a day that will ever pass
and never a night to come
when the lonely ache will leave me
and let me just succumb
to a peaceful existance without you,
one where I'm not numb.
Time now moves so slowly
and my heart beats slower too.
It's like it's forgotten how to race
like it did from the sight of you.
Why do they say 'Time heals all wounds? '
My wound will last forever.
How will I feel like living again?
My mind just answers never.
And never is such a long time,
longer than it should ever be.
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The Chronicles of A New Day part 1 5 years from now
5 years from now forgotten
maybe after so much time
out of the cage out of the pen
no longer trapped by word and rhyme
childish infatuations all but forgotten all gone away
no more saying this day how fey!
only today
here we... w...
at this time i ask how
could i get to this here and now where memories fade
where debts are paid
love songs forgotten away with the wind
now blowing blowing forgotten feeling blowing farther
is this my future?
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Withered
My heart beats the same
but nothings left standing
these fragile bones has giving in
as the weather begin to deter
my end. Life as its been
has crossed and my time in the spot light
has died out. As no one remembers,
as a memory is just that,
a thought to be forgotten
the mightiest have fell victim
and be left as ashes in the wind
a name to recollect as it passes by
a whisper from my ear to yours
and as i slowly rot in this time
forgotten by everyone.
Everything i ever held near
is gone in a blink of an eye
i see the mystery in my error
to believe all puzzles could be built
see all wound heal in time
but time doesn't heal all wound
for a mental scar shall
tarnish even the purest of us
as the spot light's only for a minute
how long that minute last
is how strong at heart you are
so as the insect eat what's left on
these withered bones
one last breath is all i ask
to shine one last time
poem by Robert Roberts
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Bitter Journey
Tired, the weary traveller trudges on
just a little further now
a whole life time's wayward journey
t'ward a fitful night's sleep.
Daydreams the distance away
each hour is the same
as weary limbs press on
destination closes in.
Remember the time when spirit ledger balanced
and food was the fantasy of forgotten dreams
now only the road
a wound that never heals.
Outwardly vivid colours appear as a procession
a lifetime of the birth/dream/death/dream/birth cycle
the waking hours doze and drift
every one is time closer to eternity.
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Let it be Forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.
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There Is a Time To.....
There is.......
A time to write,
A time to listen,
A time to learn,
A time to play,
A time to read,
A time to see,
A time to lead,
A time to sleep,
A time to be happy,
A time to be mad,
A time to be silly,
A time to be sad.
A time to wake,
A time to stay,
A time to talk,
A time to walk.
A time to help,
A time to hurt,
A time to scheme,
A time to dream,
A time to make a difference,
A time to love,
A time to try,
A time to die
A time to wonder,
A time to want,
A time to live,
A time to do something.
There is always going to be a time,
But will you do something when that time comes?
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The Noble and The Rogue
The nobles are whose dirt is perfumed.
The rogues are whose virtues are soiled.
The rogues rather than the nobles lend
You a genuine hand when in trouble.
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Forgotten, But Not Gone
(johnny macrae/buzz carson)
Her birthday came and went without a card, or a single I love you
On their anniversary she sat all alone at a table set for two
She tries her best to please him, but she never hears one single word of praise
She feels just like a stranger, in a home where love has seen its better days
Well hes taken her for granted
God only knows why she keeps hangin on
cause its better to be gone, but not forgotten
Than to be forgotten, but not gone
Somehow he cant remember, when hes late to even take the time to call
And even on the nights hes there she gets the feeling hes not there at all
Shes become a prisoner in that big old house where sweet love used to be
Well, its not even over but lord she feels just like a memory
Well hes taken her for granted
God only knows why she keeps hangin on
cause its better to be gone, but not forgotten
Than to be forgotten, but not gone
cause its better to be gone, but not forgotten
Gone, but not forgotten
Than to be forgotten, but not gone
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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.
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Time in Hell
I float in time with open mind...
A quest; a chance of riddled thought:
Infinity squared, then seek to find
An answer; pained and overwrought,
I dodder with an addled head;
Befuddled, merging with a haze of
Mysticism, then to tread
A metaphoric swamp – a maze
Of existentialism…
But now for time to tick in rhyme
With ‘tock’ – a clock to tell thro’ chime
Precisely on the knell
That as I dared to understand,
I must be deep in Hell…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Time
Time, time
Time, time, time, time
Ticking time, timing time
Time and time and time in time is time
for time in Hell is time and time for time, is time
Oh time is time, time, time, ticking time in Hell
Ticking time, timing time
Time, time, time, time
Time time
Time
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Time
Time,
like a step mother-
often hard and often kind-
sometimes fellow, sometimes foe;
it really moves
in a continual flow...
often hits surprising blow;
causes wound and then heals it
when it pleases.
Time,
like a step-mother,
shows indifference to our matters
and scatters
wishful hopes and aspirations,
changes things in different fashions...
Time -the fellow
Time -the foe:
gives despairs
then repairs
we are targets of the Time
we are toys in hands of Time...
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Forgotten But Not Gone
Shes been good to me
Shes been as kind as a girl can be
But I get the feeling
She thinks that certain something is gone
Its the little things
Like the words to the songs she sings
Are a little different
And I can tell that Im not the one
Its just a matter of time
Forgotten but not gone
Im the invisible guy
Forgotten but not gone
It was my mistake
cause I gave less than I could take
And I never noticed
She wanted something I didnt have
And my roving eye
Drove her off to another guy
Now she doesnt see that
To keep from crying Ive got to laugh
And its so hard to believe
When I call her she turns away
Like she dont see me at all
And its so hard to believe
All that water under the bridge
Dont count for nothing at all
Its the same old line
Out of sight and youre out of mind
But I never thought that
Id see the day when she didnt care
But the jokes on me
I came home yesterday to see
Them in bed together
And making love like I wasnt there
It was a matter of time
Forgotten but not gone
I could have rolled up an died
Forgotten but not gone
Im the invisible guy
Forgotten but not gone
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Sonnet - God's Time Is Best
There is a time to play, a time to read;
There is a time to work, a time to rest;
There is a time to plough, a time to seed;
But when it is God's time, it is the best.
There is a time to laugh, a time to cry;
There is a time for self, a time for guest;
There is a time to stop, a time to try;
But when it is God's time, it is the best.
There is a time to eat, a time to bake;
There is a time to fly, a time to nest;
There is a time to break, a time to make;
But when it is God's time, it is the best.
There is a time to learn, a time to test;
But when it is God's time, it is the best.
poem by John Celes
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A Time For Now
a time to cheer, a time to cry,
a time to live, a time to die,
a time to sleep, a time to wake,
a time for real, a time for fake,
a time for truth, a time to lie,
a time to laugh, a time to sigh,
a time to stand, a time to fall,
a time for one, a time for all,
a time for love, a time for hate,
a time to run, a time to wait,
a time to stay, a time to flee,
a time for you, a time for me.
poem by Arik Fletcher
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Then The Clouds Will Open For Me
My guy has a tan transcontinental
But it keeps me enchained
Watch an old black and white movie
Fred and ginger are too sentimental, crying in shame
I dont want to be forgotten
I cant be alone
So dont you dare leave me
Its like coming home
To a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And theyre looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
My guy has a tattoo ornamental
When hes frozen in space
Cut your eye far to me
A covered carcass is too elemental, caught underneath a subway
I dont want to be forgotten
I cant be alone
So dont you dare leave me
Its like coming home
Its a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And theyre looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
Trans-likened, twisting my ankle
Doing the grave dance
Narcotic? yes please, Ill have a sample
Riding on my very last chance
Then the clouds will open for me
Gonna meet my jesus christ
I see history playing before me
For pleasure and passion you play the price
Sadness the name of the spike that took me
Ill make thats all
Like some raging, hard, horny mephistopheles
Who came for my soul
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Time makes or mars
Is one with you in enmity?
Wait. The time will heal.
Is one with you in amity?
Wait. The time will kill.
Time: It heals the wound and peasl the skin.
15.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Doing It is Good
Doings are forgotten by the Time.
However, they decipher your soul.
It is a command from God All-Powerfull.
They reject the answers of the wise
And rely on books to extract wisdom from.
Your sage is the only good man else.
Even your father is doing more than you.
Doings are forgotten by the Time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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