Slow Down
Can I get a minute to myself?
Every other day I'm talking to some one new
'Here's my number', 'text me' what am I supposed to do?
I'm not gonna be rude and reject you
No disrespect but you have no clue
I need time for me
Make a track
Simply relax
Or write some poetry
I look at my watch and the hands are spinning twice as fast
I'm feeling nauseous
Get me off this ride
I shouldn't even be on with a history of epilepsy
Everything is moving hyper sonic speed
I'm about to graduate high school next thing you know I'll be married
I'll blink and rub my hand over my balding head
Then my next breath would be one of last laying on my death bed
In utter shock because yesterday I was a kid
Or was i?
Did my whole life pass me by?
What kind of deal at birth did I sign?
My life span as quick as an exhalation
I don't think the following requires an explanation
I want everything to move at a snails pace
So I can calculate the course of the race
And have time to double check my math without a thing out of place
So I can do research on where to go and read every book on the case
So I can analyze time and space
So every movement is exact and precise
It's not to much to ask is it?
In world centered around other people
If I question it would the answer be accurate?
Or is the answer simply dogmatic?
In any event I don't want to say I wasted my life when I look back at it
I want like all older people and bring only good memories from the attic
I must slow down I can make the turbulent waters of life placid
poem by Martin McCollugh
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Ride My See-saw
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
Its for free.
I worked like a slave for years,
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man,
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run, run my last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire,
Dont you run in
In the lanes
Run for time.
Left school with a first class pass,
Started work but as second class.
School taught one and one is two.
But right now, that answer just aint true.
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
My world is spinning around,
Everything is lost that I found.
People run, come ride with me,
Lets find another place thats free.
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
Its for free.
Ride, my see-saw.
Ride, ride, ride, my see-saw.
Ride, my see-saw...
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Back to School
I can't believe it went by so fast
Now is time to go
Back to school
I'm not ready, but
I have to get through this
Another year
Filled with crazyness, funny, great, and rollercoaster ride
Time to get back to those books,
Lectures, meeting new teachers, and
Meeting new classmates
Seeing friends/or girlfriend/boyfriend
We haven't seen in while
I'm just ready for another year
Now is time to go
Back to school
This last thing I want to thing about
Why can't summer last forever
Well life goes in circle
Good things have to come too end eventually
Get ready to see school again
I hope I can remember where things are,
It been almost three months
Time to get through seven hours of schools
Even through I hate school I need it
Back to school
Once again with fun, excited, bored, happy and all kind emotions
You feel happen in everday of your life at school
Some of us will the butterflies, but as days go by
You be calm and get used to class, people, your teacher and school again
You be ok
Everday is brand new day
Don't stress out and take a deep breath
Have fun and enjoy
It goes by fast before you know its over
There so much memories you won't forget
Back to school
poem by Christina Phan
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How Do You Write Poetry
There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!
9 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Graduation
In couple months I will graduate from high school
I'm so excited and anixety
First, I have to get through this couple months and
Do everything I need to do
We are leaving behind good and bad memories
Is another chapter in your life
Time to start new one in college or whereever you go
Years in school fly so fast
This is our moment to show people we love that we can do it
You have plan to go to college or whatever you have in mind
Time to get our freedom and be away from home
Time to live our life way we want
We are going our separate path, but
We still can get in contact with each other
No matter where we are in the world
This is greatest moment of our life
We are going tear, laugh, smile, and be proud what we done
Graduation
Is once in life time
High school don't last forever
This is what we been dreaming
All our life and we make it through
With our ups and downs, bad and good times
I never picture myself that I would be here
In front of whole school and get my diploma in my hand
This is all worth it
I never gave up or had any doubt
Thank you to all my friends who was like my brothers and sisters
They have been there for me, fun to hang out, talktative, and funny
Thank you to my family who is supportive, caring, and love me
Thank you to all my teachers who never give up on me and help me through
I have confident, hope, and believe in myself
That I will make it through and look where I am
Graduation
poem by Christina Phan
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3 Months
He is like a song.
i just want to listen to him all day.
i want to see him so bad.
the last time i saw him was June of 07.
me and you have been together for 3 months.
on may 18th 08 it was 3months.
on Feb.18th 08 is when my life changed
it changed all for the good and none for the bad.
life is pain.
you just have to learn how to deal with it
eventually instead of always running away from it
you just have to ease your way threw it.
when you realize you can the world don't give up.
keep moving forward.
you don't always need money to get what you want and need.
its all up to who you know.
and who you open your door to.
when i graduate out of high school in 2011
i want to take a year off and see the world.
then im going to go to college and graduate from there in 2016
then from there i am going to go to law school.
threw all of that become a famous poet
after law school i am going to be a lawyer
who is also a poet.
well if you already write poetry
then you already are a poet.
so all you need to do is get your poetry published.
i deserve thee very best in life
and i will not settle for anything less.
poem by Jenee Poindexter
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Move with time, awaiting a pleasant surprise in each of your position in space
Time is not what is shown in a clock
Time is not what the second hand passes
Time is not what the minute or hour hands show
Time is also not what our calendar indicate
Time is not the day, the week, the month or the year
Time is not sun rise or sun set
Time is not the morning, noon, afternoon, evening or even night
Time is indeed the point or location
You occupy in the space
Me, you and every one and every thing
On this surface of the earth
Are on a continuous move
As the earth rotates on its axis
And keeps moving around the sun
We all keep moving
And we do not know or even the clue to know
Whether we reach the same location in space again for a second time
It may look similar
But, it is all relative position with respect to the
Position of the other objects on the space
Duration for a thing to complete is thus
Is also not the time measures we employ
In absolute terms,
It is this the distance in space you traveled
Between the beginning and finishing of an event
It is also true you do not travel back as there is no reverse gear
In this universal path
Blame not your time, and
If anything to blame it is your position in the space
Since you are never stagnant
Your position will soon change
And things will soon be different and in your favor too sometimes
Move with time
Awaiting a pleasant surprise in each of your position in space
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Meaning Of Life
What is the meaning of life
Is it to be born and then to die
To that question once again I have thought
As once again for that answer I have sought.
Just to understand just why we are here
Is it to bring joy and hopefully not a tear
to live strong each and every day
And then every night to kneel and pray.
Is it to see how far that we can go
Or how much knowledge we can place in our soul
Is it to marry and then take a husband or a wife
Or is it just simply to help others with their strife.
As I look out my window and as I do think
Life can either end or begin with just a wink
We are here and then we can be gone
And after all in the end we are all but just one.
Is it just an accident that we are born
Was it an accident that our world was formed
Are there a reason that we are here to stand
Truly I wish to that question I could just understand.
To understand our life and our being
Many have said that research is never ending
As there is no true answer just why we are here
And if there was would our hope and wonder disappear.
As I think to myself could life itself be just a test
To see how far we make it in life's quest.
Where our soul and conscience is the preacher
And then GOD himself is our Teacher.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Stages Of Life
There’s always a present and always a past.
But when you go to the future, it will seem so fast
That you’ve grown out of preschool and went to Harvard.
But you played on their football team; you can’t be called a nerd.
Once you look through the past, you feel so big
Compared to ten years ago, you can’t just dig
A hole into the ground to bury your memories.
You just waste your time, but burn a few calories.
So you mind as well go pick a rose
But don’t waste your time, here it goes!
At four years old you’re already in preschool
And you’re at the top of your class, that’s pretty cool.
So you feel that anything can be done
Except making Brittney’s hair grow back, that’s just wrong
Once you graduate and now you’re in kindergarten,
You probably won’t dream of becoming a barten-der.
Now it’s first grade, you finally get a test
To see how smart you are, to see if you’re the best
So you get into AP math, you’re really smart
But right now you’re as strong as a SweetTart™
Skip a few years, you’re now in middle
Keep working on those muscles, they’re as thick as a fiddle
Now these are the grades where everyone gets detention
So if you don’t want one of those, pay attention
You need to be respectful, don’t fool around
Or else you’ll be heading town-bound
But you want to graduate to go to high school
So don’t act that way, just keep your cool
Just keep your chill; it’ll help you
Now take a look! You’re in high school, FOO!
Dang! You’re in high school and check out the classes
They’re on your sheet, you don’t need glasses
What do you want to take? Math or band?
When voting for president, will you take a stand?
You get four years in high school before you graduate
But you need to keep the grades up, you need to assiduate.
What group do you want to be in? Nerd or Jock?
Or will you be an artist wearing a frock?
It all depends on your grades, not group
‘Cause if you think, you’re as good as soup.
*sigh* You’re out of school and you’re finally free
You can now do anything but be just like me
What kind of a degree did you get from Harvard?
Was it chemical science, or was it computing, nerd?
It all depends on your area of skill
Your job will rise and fall on a hill
If you get a degree in zoology
Then why would you apply for a job in psychology?
Sometimes life just doesn’t make sense
But everyone in the world can make multiple dents
In this world, no one is forgotten
Then why am I writing this if I should be making cotton?
Life is full of twists and turns
One mistake could get you burns
So be careful now when you go and live
Everyday counts, don’t take. Give
Relish the time you have, it’s very short
So do your thing, if it’s painting or sports.
Life's Not Always Fair
Life is the thing that all people have the right to,
But not all people have it the way they want it.
People take life for granted,
There's suicide, and homicide, People killing other people.
One thing I have learned is...
Life's not always fair, So deal with it.
Some people live and some people die,
Death is not always the answer.
The angels come down,
They take you away,
To what you think is the better place to be,
But you miss them...Family, friends, and being THERE!
You never realize what you have until it's gone,
Once it's gone then you realize what has really happened.
You cry and cry, You want to DIE!
People need to realize that, Life's not always fair
Don't die! Live life to the fullest!
And you will see, It can only get better.
No matter how bad things look,
Just realize one thing...LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS FAIR!
poem by Kristina White
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I Dont Know Your Name
Emily:
I walked into my favorite place one night
Id just gotten back from a lecture
And I was feeling kind of uptight
And at the edge of the bar there was this guy
And you know I wasnt really looking
But I caught him out of the corner of my eye
The next thing I know he was moving my way
I thought he wanted to talk
But this is what he had to say
Amy:
I dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Yall sing it with me
I dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Your lover your lover your lover
One time or another baby
I want to be your lover
Emily:
I have to admit I was a little bit surprised
But I wasnt really scared cause I was twice his size
So I said to myself, okay, Ill play his game
And when he turned to me
I gave him my name
Amy:
I know your name babe
But I got to know your number
I know your name babe
But I got to know your number your number
I said one time or another baby
Im gonna be your lover
Yeah I wanna be your lover
Emily:
Well I said to myself this guy is persistent
Hes a little bit dumb but at least hes consistent
I tried to talk cool but when we touched I went under
I made a quick decision and I gave him my number
Amy:
I know your number
But I dont know what to say babe
Emily:
Thats ok
Amy:
I know your number
Your number babe
But I dont know what to say to you
Say to you say to you say to you darling
Oh it dont matter anyway no
I dont talk when Im make love to you babe
I dont talk when I make love
I wanna be you lover
I wanna be you lover
Lover lover
Lover lover
Lover lover
Emily:
Well you probably wont believe this
But we got married one day
And I still dont know if he speaks english
cause he doesnt have much to say
Its a damn good thing I like lying around
We dont make much conversation
But love makes sounds
You know what Im talking about
Yall know what Im talking about
Well one thing Ive learned from being in this state
Emily and amy:
There are other ways to communicate
Amy:
I dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Your lover your lover your lover
One time or another baby
Im gonna be your lover
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Blink Of An Eye
By george perilli and michael mcdonald
Child, as I look in your eyes
You know my life seems like a minute
There I find living proof
Of all the wonder life hold in it
In the past I thought I had to learn
Any good that comes from this life were living
Here and now, let us realize
That this lifes gift and its already been given
Chorus:
Someday when you stand in the middle
Like it or not youre gonna look both ways
Youre gonna find that time is a riddle
Where days turn into years
And years into the blink of an eye
Child, once I saw a man on the tv
Lead a nation up a mountain
He said, children, look over yonder
The flame of truth is burning brightly
Sometimes you look so far, theres only so much time
Only so many of us are gonna get there
Here and now is all we really have
But if we can make it count
We got no reason to worry
Chorus:
Youre gonna walk that mile
Youre gonna be in that number
Youre gonna make that journey
Just like the good book says
Theres a time to be born, a time to cross over
You can be sure its in the blink of an eye
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Forewarn me
forewarn me, impending doom.
forewarn me, eternal gloom.
forewarn me, end is near.
forewarn me, I do not care.
forewarn me, choices I make.
forewarn me, chances I take.
forewarn me, my heart may break.
forewarn me, for goodness sake.
forewarn me, better days yet to come.
forewarn me, pills on my tongue.
forewarn me, will be alright.
forewarn me, wish me good night.
forewarn me, talking in my head.
forewarn me, can not return from the dead.
forewarn me, people will be cruel.
forewarn me, not always the rule.
forewarn me, life is not how you see it today.
forewarn me, the answer is not to give it away.
forewarn me, the time it will take to turn it around.
forewarn me, feeling lost, one day feeling found.
forewarn me, hard lessons learned, take it in stride.
forewarn me, not so easy, yet not alone in the fight.
forewarn me, life can be amazing, leaving you wanting more.
forewarn me, fate can open a door.
forewarn me, can be my own worst enemy.
forewarn me, hang in there when wanting to flee.
forewarn me, can not see what's ahead.
forewarn me, keeping from being mislead.
forewarn me, voices will calm, I'll get back on track.
forewarn me, time wasted, can never get back.
forewarn me, get up, keep going, one step at a time.
forewarn me, if life was so easy everyone would get in that line.
poem by Gary Kedron
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Spinning On An Axis
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
I watch the sun go down
With some sorrow
And now I know its gonna come back tomorrow
Aint no reason
It has to do that
Its the season of the culture bat
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
Staring in the face
Of time and space
Spinning on an axis
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
Hear me rising
Rise up and sing, rise up, rise up
Although Im curious
It isnt a crime
I want to know if ill
Find out in time
A lot of people busy doing their thing
Gonna wake up and sing
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
We ask the question
And the answers yes
Spinning on an axis
I watch the sun go down
With some sorrow
And now I know its gonna come back tomorrow
Aint no reason why
It has to do that
Its the season of the culture bat
I watch the sun go down
Wonder if its gonna come back
Certainly theres no guarantee
But I got a feeling it will be
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on, spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
Gonna rise up
Gonna rise up
Gonna rise up
Gonna rise up
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Time Re Written
Time goes fast
Time goes slow
Time sees love ones pass
Time sees the living grow
Time finds it hard to forget
Time can store up treasures and sorrows, and very hard to let go...
Time rushes fast
Time stops and starts
Time is shown by nights turn into days
Time makes all the seasons change
Time is going slowly at times but
Time can race you across the line
Time awaits for you to have peace but
Time can also hide sadness deep
Time is sometimes patient
Time can be kind
Time often cruel and
Time can be so so unkind
Time is a second
Time is minute, hour, even days and months
Time is not possible for us to keep
But right now...I wish time will not pass me by
Nor it slip back into yesterday day...
For i have much to look forward
In Time...and much more afar
I am certain now that
Time is a precious thing and will bring along amazing things...
Time...more time...and much much time
And somehow i feel a bit lost at this...
Time
Perhaps only when the dark night comes at long last
I will stop thinking about
Time
For time will no longer matter then
And only then... until then
Each second, Every minute...Even hour and all these Endless days
Bientôt mon chéri, venez à moi
poem by AngelLucianna Vesna
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A Painter Passing Through
Once upon a time I was on my own
Once upon a time like youve never known
Once upon a time I would be impressed
Once upon a time my life would be obsessed
Once upon a time, once upon a day when
I was in my prime, once along the way
If you want to know my secret dont come runnin after me
For I am just a painter passing through in history
Yesterday is gone, yesterdays alright
Yesterday belongs in my dreams at night
Yesterday is swell, yesterday is great
Yesterday is strong, remembering can wait
Once upon a time, once upon a day when
I was in my prime, once along the way
If you want to know an answer I cant turn your life around
For I am just a painter passing through the underground
I was in my stride, always at my game
Here comes mister cool, along the walk of fame
I was in demand, always in control
The world was in my hands, my touch had turn to gold
Once upon a time, I was in a daze when
I was in my prime, once along the way
If you want to know my secret dont come runnin after me
For I am just a painter passing through in history
Now that I am old, let me rest a spell
All that I am told, I can never tell
Never in my life, never will it pass
I am still alone, remembering at last
Once upon a time, once upon a day when
I was in my prime, once along the way
If you want to know an answer I cant turn your life around
For I am just a painter passing through the underground
If you want to know my secret dont come runnin after me
For I am just a painter passing through in history
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Living My Life
Ooooh
La la la
La la la
Mmmm
Hey yea
No no
Mmm
Oh no
Hmmm
Oooh I'm so happy that I'm
Livin' my life
I never knew what I went through
But hoped everything'd turn out right
I'm rememberin' the days that I was holdin' my head down
When people came around I always pretended to smile
But I knew
Deep in my heart
That I was slowly
Fallin apart
Some days
All I wanted
Was to hold my mother's hand
And hear her say
"Baby...
You're gonna make it"
Over and over again
So I
And I been livin' my life for quite some time
(Livin' my life)
And I'm
So glad I made it this far
(oh)
And
Nothin' honna bring me back down
And
Nothin' gonna turn me around
(turn me around)
And I been livin' my life for quite some time
And I'm
So glad I made it this far
(so glad)
And
Nothin' gonna bring me back down
And
Nothin' gonna turn me around
Don't want nobody to think
It was easy for me
It took a while just to get down
Too many people just didn't believe
I'm remembering the sacrifices that I had to make
I would cry myself to sleep and say that it would be ok
But I knew
That if I prayed
That I would be on my way someday
Some times
All I wanted
Was to hear my father say
He would say
"Baby...
You're gonna make it
And I don't care what people say"
So I'm
And I been livin' my life for quite some time
And I'm
So glad I made it this far
And
Nothin' gonna bring me back down
(Bring me back down)
And
Nothin' gonna turn me around
(Turn me around)
And I been livin' my life for quite some time
And I'm
So glad I made it this far
And
Nothin' gonna bring me back down
(Bring me back down)
And
Nothin' gonna turn me around
(Turn me around
Oh I want the world to see
Everything that's happened to me
I went from goin' out my mind
To always on time
And I am no longer a fool
Since my days are cold without you
And I'm so
(I'm so)
Happy
(Happy)
Baby baby babe
Said I'm so
(I'm so)
Happy
(Happy)
Baby baby babe
And I been livin' my life for quite some time
And I'm
So glad I made it this far
(So glad)
And
Nothin' gonna bring me back down
(Nothing)
And
Nothin' gonna turn me around
(And oooooooh)
And I been livin' my life for quite some time
And I'm so glad I made it this far
(Yeah yeah)
And
Nothin' gonna bring me back down
(Bring me back down)
And
Nothin' gonna turn me around
(Turn me around)
song performed by by Ashanti
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A Picture Of A Bound Man Who Forgot To Say...
one time
by chance i see a man bound
with ropes
all over his body
that even his toes and
fingers cannot move
i recall the feeling once
when i let time bound me
when i let time pass by me
and i have done nothing
to change
who i am
and what i am supposed to be
when my being
is simply left to the winds
and the seasons
to the blackness of the night
and to the bleakness of my days
when i just lay on the floor
crying
when i just let the door close upon
its face
when the windows are useless
without its hands
when the floor has no mouth to make the
sound at all that
even the termites shy away
when i feel the nearness of death
hushing upon my ears
when i simply close my eyes
and let things
hop and hover upon
my being
when i have forgotten
even to say
to hell with
life....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Picture Of A Bound Man
one time
by chance i see a man bound
with ropes
all over his body
that even his toes and
fingers cannot move
i recall the feeling once
when i let time bound me
when i let time pass by me
and i have done nothing
to change
who i am
and what i am supposed to be
when my being
is simply left to the winds
and the seasons
to the blackness of the night
and to the bleakness of my days
when i just lay on the floor
crying
when i just let the door close upon
its face
when the windows are useless
without its hands
when the floor has no mouth to make the
sound at all that
even the termites shy away
when i feel the nearness of death
hushing upon my ears
when i simply close my eyes
and let things
hop and hover upon
my being
when i have forgotten
even to say
to hell with
life....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Slow And Cautious
Slow and cautious we move in life, wanting to avoid trouble and strife.
We calculate the steps of our path, trying to avoid man’s simple wrath.
But slow acknowledging God above; slow to embrace His Pure Love.
Some men give God little thought, and seldom is His guidance sought.
And even when we race through life, we take no time to think of Christ.
Fast or slow, we don’t make the time, to seek God’s help that is divine.
That time alone with God in prayer, lifting up to Him all our daily cares.
About us, Christ knows everything, and even our deepest inner being.
You simply need to call on Christ, to handle anything within your life.
Big or small, they’re all the same; just pray to God in Christ’s Name.
Through the indwelling Holy Spirit, when we do pray God will hear it.
And from the prayers that He heard, God directs men into His Word.
Jesus Christ then intercedes for us, when in Him we place our trust.
Throughout our life He will intervene, touching upon our daily scene.
Christ is our advocate on The Throne, interceding for His very own,
With The Father Christ intercedes, addressing our cares and needs.
So before a busy day does start, approach Christ with a quiet heart.
Before you even begin your day, see what God’s Word has to say.
God can change your hectic pace, by Christ’s power and His Grace.
His calming Grace He’ll give to you, at day start and all day through.
(Copyright ©02/2006)