From the conversations with time, I understood that history manages to convey, the lack of meaning, the ephemeral essence of our times based on mass consumption and that well-being brings with it unhappiness.
Camelia Oprița in Beggars of existence (2013)
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Southerndown South Wales No3
History Writ Large
Like layered cake the tide washes
The crumbled mix of history
Laid down in times that ceased so long ago
Yet stand so resolute for all to see.
Peering through the lens of time
We scan the distant vista with impunity
The cliffs that tower over all the bays
Along this ragged coastline etched in time
We feel the hand of God writ large
Yet most who pass this way see nothing
Nothing but the weathered view
Transient and ephemeral, short lived
But here history was made and carved
In the mind of God and in eternity
Southerndown South Wales
November 2004
No 3 in the Southerndown Trilogy
poem by James Tipp
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Dont Stop For No-one
Dont stop for no-one
And then it goes on
(repeat 3 times)
One day my father said to me
its time for you to leave,
But dont wait for me, its pre-destiny
Dont wait around for someone to believe in
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Just like moses waiting on the mountain
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Dont hang around in the babylonian gardens
You know, history dont stop for no-one
(? ) tourist attraction
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Dont stop for no-one
And then it goes on
(repeat)
Sometimes I told I must confess
To a life of tenderness
But I just repeat what he said to me:
dont close your eyes because seeing is believing
You know, history dont stop for no-one
(? ) child, fighting for a meaning
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Dont dream too long, its time to awake now
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Like sleeping lucy waiting for a kiss now
You know, history dont stop for no-one
I think you know the way its gonna go now
You know, history dont stop for no-one
From aztech kings to new york queens
And then it goes on
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Leave It All Behind
Here we go
Closer to the end
Let me know
Ill be your only friend
Things you thought you understood
Are all the things I lack
So sorry
And Id leave it all behind
With no regard for what Ill find
In time youll see
That you cant breathe without me
Life and times go by
Well I know nothing is ok
Will it show if I try to numb the pain?
Things you thought you understood
Are all the things Im not
So sorry and so afraid
song performed by by Oleander
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Wealth, in even the most improbable cases, manages to convey the aspect of intelligence.
quote by John Kenneth Galbraith
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Time (part 3) .
time brings out the sun and the rain,
time brings joy and pain,
time turns men from boys,
time gives you a choice,
time is beatiful,
time is sad at a funeral,
time brings out the best of me,
time brings you out of missery,
time is a mistery,
time creates history,
time is something you cant rewind,
time is something you can't search or find,
time could make you lose or win,
time makes all of us sin,
time could be the enemy or the friend,
time has a beggining but no end.
1/11/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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back To Basics
You may think these words presumption
“U.S. economy is based on consumption”
Perhaps its time to curtail botox & lasiks
Come to our senses, “Go back to basics'
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Were History
You look to me for some outstanding meaning
You got the devil in your eyes and nothing in your soul
If you think Im gonna sell myself, then you must be dreaming
Theres no way, Im gonna fall into your hole
You never seem to help me when Im bleeding
You gotta knife for a tongue and youre tearing at my heart
I thought you were a friend, but in truth you never liked me
You lied and cheated us from the start
You are wrong, love doesnt last forever
Youre nothing new there is no mystery
Now youre gone you thought you were so clever
You and me are now history, were history...
Solo
I dont like your face
I dont like your eyes
I dont like your lips, I hate your lies
This times the last time its goodbye time
You are wrong, love doesnt last forever
Youre nothing new there is no mystery
Now youre gone you thought you were so clever
You and me are now history, were history...
Were history, were history
I dont need you and I dont care
Were history, were history...
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Time, friend or foe?
Times gives life meaning and sustenance, so we're all
somewhat on common ground, so life doesn't confound.
Time doesn't stay the same, nor does the world.
Time goes slow and sometimes fast, and with hope, we shall last.
Time can be lost, and it can cost.
Time can be harnessed, and it can slip through the hand like granules of sand.
Time is a friend or foe, this I know.
Time is a second, a minute, or an hour, it may devour.
Time controls and consoles.
Time, at times, is the aggressor and the lesser, a comforter.
Time heals and steals. Time brings hope and sometimes despair.
Time can repair, and it can be unfair.
Time is eternity, together, with Christ,
the King of Kings, we shall be.
Talks With The Dead
He converses too often
with the dead. The talks
Remembered, taken in
Deep the words said.
He sorts through afterwards
The conversations, what
Was said by who to whom,
And how was said. And as
He spoke took in the eyes
Of those speaking, the open
Happiness there, the lack
Of worries, absence of fear
Of their mortality, being there
In that other place, just a finger
Tip, a cool breath’s feel away.
He sees them, they pass by,
Time of no concern, no pressures
For them anymore, just the talking,
Soft conversations with those
Who have moved on, those who
Felt death’s kiss and touch over much.
poem by Terry Collett
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Essence
Rain from the sky,
Mixes with cloudy emotion,
Lingering behind my eyes-
A foggy recollection is given to ask,
Where before have I seen this day,
From my discordant past-
Perhaps a mountain top, or a canyon floor,
Somehow I feel this day I know,
From somewhere far before-
These mystic memories cryptically contain,
Timeless pictures of hope,
Displayed within eternities ever expanding frame-
Unsettled becomes my heart,
By this essence of thought,
Wondering if in it all am I merely watching, or actually taking part-
Is it now, or is it then,
Am I going,
Or have I already been-
There is an essence of great life so present,
Blended into each moment,
And even every living breath-
It crosses the boundaries of time,
Connecting so many hearts, souls,
And minds-
How can it be found,
Deciphered, decoded,
Understood and known-
A great and wonderful mystery,
Alluring, calling, and saving,
Through all humanity-
Capricious consternations on this, such a dark day,
Glow with the essence of the unexplainable,
Yet, shine a beautiful light to guide, along the way-
Holy is this Essence burning into the heart,
The Essence of eternity spread throughout all time,
Bringing all together at the finish, as it was at the start-
Essence bids: all come,
And find, where you are going,
Is to, where you are truly from.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Days Are Now Hotter Than They Were Before (Rondel Prime)
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
while the spring brings out what it has in store
in a time that is gentle, sweet and kind
while glory waits just outside the front door
and happiness is even in the slight wind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
and spring feels as it will last forevermore,
will it brings the most joyful times to mind,
when people in fun do each other adore
as if they can all unhappiness rescind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
poem by Gert Strydom
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The model of ownership, in a society organized round mass consumption, is addiction.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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In My Time
In my time
Clouds will be as angels
only above me
The wind as a wisper
taking me to a common place
Rain will cease to exist
In my time
light will be less than bright
My eyes to go unimportant
My heart strong as ever
My mind to analyze only memories
In my time
Fate will become understood
Faith will be me
Facts will have no meaning
Meaning will become past
In my time
Pain will give me hope
Pain will help me know
that those after me
will still have motivation
In my time
some will consider
to be to early
In my time
I will be ready
In my time.......I will be happy
poem by Morgan Bodden
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A Noticeably Aging School Yard Game
There comes a time in one's life,
No matter how they were raised...
And who wasn't there to attend their graduations.
That a placing fault and blame on someone else,
Becomes a noticeably aging school yard game.
Even to those children presently in elementary school.
Conversations based on consentual sex,
And baiting hatred between races...
Just to avoid things they way they are,
To feed an encouragement of more conflicts...
Is a sign of minds out of time and function.
And an observation of this is not a wish but in existence.
People have flipped out of their minds.
And it may be contributed to their diets.
Or a lack of daily exercise.
But whatever it is this can not be dismissed for what it is,
No one is in a position to accuse someone else,
Of being envious of their standards or lifestyles.
To say many people known,
Are already left alone...
In their own ineptness,
Is not a threat.
Nor is it a warning.
It is reality to others shown who see it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Dates And Times
What do you mean,
I never listen to you?
I'm always listening to you.
In fact...
Some of the most memorable conversations,
You have initiated.
'But...
Why do you interrupt me so often? '
Wait a minute.
The only time I do not interrupt you,
Is when you have something brilliant to say.
So don't sit here trying to convince me...
Or yourself,
I do not pay you any attention.
You have no idea how much I do!
'When was the last time you thought I said anything,
That was brilliant? '
Are we going to have a conversation or not?
Now you want to test my history knowledge.
You know I don't do well with dates.
Or things that have happened in the past.
I just know these things have happened.
Keeping dates and times in my mind...?
I'm not into that.
That's just too detailed and time consuming.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shouldn't One Be Conscious of Losing Fat
Shouldn't one be conscious of losing fat?
Especially if one manages one's diet.
And is aware of that fact!
And yet one who manages another,
Where others are employed.
Has the audacity to say...
They had no idea,
How things turned out...
In the way they have.
But can account for a time,
Of having known some excess!
But yet can pocket and create excuses,
For the disappearance of missing funds!
Which one would you hold more accountable?
And why do all their relatives,
Manage to have Summer homes in Florida?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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