The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: LII
THE SAME CONTINUED
Lame, impotent conclusion to youth's dreams
Vast as all heaven! See, what glory lies
Entangled here in these base stratagems,
What virtue done to death! O glorious sighs,
Sublime beseechings, high cajoleries,
Fond wraths, brave ruptures, all that sometime was
Our daily bread of gods beneath the skies,
How are ye ended, in what utter loss!
Time was, time is, and time is yet to come,
Till even time itself shall have its end.
These were eternal. And behold, a tomb!
Come, let us laugh and eat and drink. God send
What all the world must need one day as we,
Speedy oblivion, rest for memory.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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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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No More Lies
There's a darkened sky before me
There's no time to prepare
Salvage a last horizon
But no regrets from me
Maybe I'll be back some other day
To live again just who can say
In what shape or form that I might be
Just another chance for me
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusion
And wishing all my life away
No-one can stop me now
Time is up it couldnt last
But there's more things I'd like to do
I'm coming back to try again
Someday maybe I'll wait till then
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
They're all sitting at my table
Talking tall and drinking wine
Their time is up just like me
But they just dont know it yet
So just a word of warning
When you're in your deepest dreams
There's nothing you can hide from
I've got my eye on you
The clock is fast the hour is near
Eventful past is everclear
My life is set the time is here
I think I'm coming home
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusions
And wishing all your life away
No-one can stop me now
Time is up it couldnt last
But there's more things I'd have to do
I'm coming back to try again
Someday maybe I'll wait till then
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.
Instability of Human Greatness
Fond man, that looks on earth for happiness,
And here long seeks what here is never found!
For all our good we hold from Heaven by lease,
With many forfeits and conditions bound;
Nor can we pay the fine and rentage due;
Though now but writ, and sealed, and given anew,
Yet daily we it break, then daily must renew.
Why shouldst thou here look for perpetual good,
At every loss 'gainst Heaven's face repining?
Do but behold where glorious cities stood,
With gilded tops and silver turrets shining;
There now the heart, fearless of greyhound, feeds,
And loving pelican in safety breeds:
There screeching satyrs fill the people's empty stedes.
Where is the Assyrian lion's golden hide,
That all the East once grasp'd in lordly paw?
Where that great Persian bear, whose swelling pride
The lion's self tore out with rav'nous jaw?
Or he who, 'twixt a lion and a pard,
Through all the world with nimble pinions fared,
And to his greedy whelps his conquer'd kingdoms shared.
Hardly the place of such antiquity,
Or note of those great monarchies we find:
Only a fading verbal memory,
And empty name, in writ is left behind:
But when this second life and glory fades,
And sinks at length in Time's obscurer shades,
A second fall succeeds, and double death invades.
poem by Phineas Fletcher
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Follow Me
Chorus:
Reign, most high
Almighty reign, most high
Almighty i, most high
What good is for a man to gain the whole world
Yet lose of forfeit his very self?
He must deny himself and
Take up his cross daily and follow me
If anyone is ashamed of me and my words,
Then I will be ashamed of him
When the time comes, in his glory, we will rise
Chorus
I tell you the truth, some of you who are standing here
Will not taste death before they see jah
Creation come with his power
What can a man give in exchange for his own
Soul he cannot save?
When the time comes, in his glory, we will rise
Chorus
When the time comes, in his glory, we will rise
song performed by by P.O.D.
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When Memories End
I stared down at the body in the casket.
Small, broken: her body like my soul.
Everyone bent to kiss her head;
I did not. I did not want Death
to be passed on to me. I did not want
to be ended. I had had no time.
Time to express each and every idea.
What they meant to me.
My memories and why I stored them.
Time to learn others' ideas
and morph and shape them
until I could finally understand.
My heart raced against itself
in a race with no winner.
My breath came out in sputters and tears
flooded the casket before me.
WHAT IF I WOULDN'T HAVE TIME...
And I kissed her forehead.
Her ideas were no longer in use,
her memories erased from the Book
of Time, never to be retrieved.
I respected the loss.
My loss.
Her loss.
The world's loss.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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My Death
My death waits like an old roue
So confident, Ill go his way
Whistle to him
And the passing time...
My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that -
The passing time..
My death waits like
A witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Lets not think of that or the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do...
Angel or devil, I dont care
For in front of that door...
There is you.
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime
For the passing time...
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times
Before it ends
Lets not think about
And the passing time..
My death waits there, between your thighs,
Your cool fingers will close my eyes,
Lets not think about the passing time.
For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do...
Angel or devil, I dont care
For in front of that door...
There is you.
My death waits there among the leaves
In magicians mysterious sleeves,
Rabbits and dogs, and the passing time...
My death waits there, among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows cowers
So lets pick lilacs
The passing time..
My death waits there, in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
Lets not think about
The passing time.
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do...
Angel or devil, I dont care
For, in front of that door...
There is you.
song performed by by David Bowie
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Change
Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.
But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.
Why do you gaze with such accusing eyes
Upon me, dear? It is so very strange
That hearts, like all things underneath God’s skies,
Should sometimes feel the influence of change?
The birds, the flowers, the foliage of the trees,
The stars which seem so fixed, and so sublime,
Vast continents, and the eternal seas, -
All these do change, with ever-changing time.
The face our mirror shows us year on year
Is not the same; our dearest aim, or need,
Our lightest thought, or feeling hope, or fear,
All, all the law of alternation heed.
How can we ask the human heart to stay,
Content with fancies of Youth’s earliest hours?
The year outgrows the violets of May,
Although, maybe, there are no fairer flowers.
And life may hold no sweeter love than this,
Which lies so cold, so voiceless, and so dumb,
And will I miss it, dear? Why, yes, we miss
The violets always – till the roses come!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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 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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Want
i'm always wanting more
anything I haven't got
everything I want it all
i just can't stop
planning all my days away
never find new ways to stay
never feel enough today
tomorrow must be more
more drink more dreams
more bed more drugs
more lust more lies
more hate more love
more fear more fun
more pain more flesh
more stars more smiles
more fame more sex
however hard I want
i know deep down inside
i'll never really get
more hope or any more time
any more time
any more time
any more time
i want the sky to fall in
i want lightning and thunder
i want fire instead of rain
i want the world to make me wonder
want to walk on water
take a trip to the moon
oh give me all this
and give me it soon
more drink more dreams more drugs
more lust more lies more love
however hard I want
i know deep down inside
i'll never really get
more hope or any more time
any more time
any more time
any more time
song performed by by Cure
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This is the last time....
This is the last time
The last time you will ever see me
The last time I will look into your eyes
The last words we’ll ever exchange
And the last memory I have of you
This is the last time…
The last time I believe your sweet lies
The last time I remember our past
The last time I thank you for your friendship
And the last time I hate you for leaving me
This is the last time…
The last time I blame myself for this broken heart
The last time I cry over you
The last time I feel our past happiness slipping away
And the last time I see you as anything more than a stranger
This is the last time…
The last time I’ll ever give into my delusions of you
The last time I’ll say your name with such recognition
The last time I’ll erase the future I had drawn in my mind
And the last time I’ll ever bother you
This is the last time… I promise.
poem by Nikki Taboada
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His Youth
Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?
You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?
\I\ think \you\ are a fiend, who would be glad
To see me struggle in death's cold embrace.
'But, man you lie! for I am strong-in truth
Stronger than I have been in years; and soon
I shall feel young again as in my youth,
My glorious youth-life's one great priceless boon.
'O youth, youth, youth! O God, that golden time,
When proud and glad I laughed the hours away.
Why, there's no sacrifice (perhaps no crime)
I'd pause at, could it make me young to-day.
'But I'm not \old\! I grew-just ill, somehow;
Grew stiff of limb, and weak, and dim of sight.
It was but sickness. I am better now,
Oh, vastly better, ever since last night.
'And I could weep warm floods of happy tears
To think my strength is coming back at last,
For I have dreamed of such an hour for years,
As I lay thinking of my glorious past.
'You shake your head? Why, man, if you were sane
I'd strike you to my feet, I would, in truth.
How dare you tell me that my hopes are vain?
How dare you say I have outlived my youth?
''In heaven I may regain it?' Oh, be still!
I want no heaven but what my glad youth gave.
Its long, bright hours, its rapture and its thrill-
O youth, youth, youth! it is my \youth\ I crave.
'There is no heaven! There's nothing but a deep
And yawning grave from which I shrink in fear.
I am not sure of even rest or sleep;
Perhaps we lie and \think\, as I have here.
'Think, think, think, think, as we lie there and rot,
And hear the young above us laugh in glee.
How dare you say I'm dying! \I am not\.
I would curse God if such a thing could be.
'Why, see me stand! why, hear this strong, full breath-
Dare you repeat that silly, base untruth?'
A cry-a fall-the silence known as death
Hushed his wild words. Well, has he found his youth?
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Day and night.
What is a day for? Tell me so i may know.
Days are were we live, they come and wake us time and time over. They help us get our daily bread by pushing us through the crowd.
What is a night for? Tell me so i may know.
Night are where we rest, they come and they go. They put us to sleep time and time over, they rest us after a long day has accomodated us.
poem by Samuel Donkor
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To Everything There Is a Season
To everything there is A season,
A time for every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be bourn, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to reap;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
Atime to embrace, and atime to refrain from embracing;
Atime to gain, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace.
poem by Arnold Simon
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Better This Time
Last Time It Was A Secret,
Last Time Ended In Tears.
Last Time Wasn’t Official,
Last Time Didn’t Go So Great.
The Time Before That Was Even Worse,
The Time Before That I Was Depressed.
The Time Before That You Cheated Me,
The Time Before That You Didn’t Love Me.
This Time We Started Off Amazingly,
This Time There Is No Tension.
This Time It’s Official,
This Time You Asked.
This Time There Are No Secrets,
This Time We Want The World To Know.
This Time We Are Unbelievable Together,
This Time We Have Full Trust.
This Time You Spoke First,
This Time You Said “I Love You”
This Time I Have Your Heart,
This Time You Have Mine.
We Are Better This Time...
poem by Alexandra Bowden
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Time
You use it up throughout the day
But no one seems to have the time
The good old days, they always make
You spend your time just buying time
You move with such a steady pace
That never lets you pass the time
For love, or money, or goodness sake
They’ll help you through this trying time
I’m still ticking away and turning your follicles light gray
What you save or you waste, either way, there’s no time to wait
With time on your hands, you have all the time you want to kill
In a matter of time, but it’s life, so it’s just about time
Sometimes you give the time you take
Down to its base like turpentine
Behind closed bars or free to play
Everyone is serving time
Way too brave or slave to fate
None of you can master time
Where you go, who’s to say?
You’ll find me, time after time
poem by P.R. Prosper
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War? No More!
I dream of a time, a time of peace,
A time in which all conflict, shall finally cease,
Evil bombing and unruly war,
All of it shall be no more,
I dream of a time, a time of trust,
Let all weapons lay still and rust,
Let us all be who we are,
whether or not we own a fancy car,
I dream of a time, a time of love,
When we can all look, up, high above,
And see vast skies of glistning blue,
I want us all to start life anew,
poem by Kieran J1996
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Unjaded Sparkle
In many years when you and I no more
smile upon a world where butterflies
paint mosaic patterns, marble skies,
but will have sunk to rest long time before,
enchantment may your picture store, then poor
shall seem life - shorn of all it glorifies.
This image which relentless Time defies
shall radiate reflections from heart’s core
on paper pour, on pixel screen explore
eyes eclipsing sun with solstice sighs, -
sun bright, which elsewhere dazzles sot and wise.
Reader who knew you not through this may draw
eternal threads through Time’s dread needle, find
dreams’ sudden sparkle, stirring, unconfined.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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This Time Around
Every single hour in my hands
Every second word that goes to send
Another day is tied behind my back
Another beating heart is all I have
But not this time around
Not this time around
If you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
I never thought I'd live to see this day
I always knew the sun would go away
I never had the strength to turn away, oh
In the end is always how I feel
Not this time around
Not this time around
If you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
How will I
Will you find me?
How will I
Been away
Oh will I
Will you find me?
How will I ever know?
I don't believe in beautiful mistakes
Every turn of fate is on to take
Another turn or second chance goes by
Every wrong turn comes an eye to eye
Not this time around
Not this time around
And if you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
But not this time around
Well I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
Not this time around
I'd leave the skies today
song performed by by Howie Day
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