Poem:
Nothing is permanent — not even the day,
Not youth, not time, that slips away.
The spirit dims, the fire can fade,
Even the brightest light can shade.
Good times end, and bad ones, too,
What seems so certain won't stay true.
Status falls, and pride may bend,
Dignity meets a timely end.
Loss and gain both come and go,
Like tides that shift, fast or slow.
Victory fades, and so does defeat,
Nothing in life is ever complete.
Ups and downs, joy and despair,
All are part of the same air.
Nothing is fixed, no steady way,
Life keeps changing day by day.
So why fear change? Why fear the fall?
When change itself is nature’s call.
Enjoy the now, don't chase control —
Let freedom settle in your soul.
For in this life, so strangely bent...
The only truth: Nothing is permanent.
A BULL in a china shop with a permanent rotten smell of musk
Temporal is aiming for permanence
But much benevolence paints the prudence
To keep change changing
To keep range ranging
To give meaning to purpose and hope
To create a future into which to elope
From an old past on stone cast
Onwards fast to a great that will last
Even that which may last forever
In light of memory that may favour whatever
Will suffer oblivion
And the wavering of opinion
Until it is craved for and recalled
Once again hailed and installed
Only to be trampled underfoot again
And such be the recurring strain
So affirms the permanence of temporaries
Times and heirs being the emissaries
Passing down through the years
All cheers and jeers across seers and peers
And so it is now as it was then
Such temptations common to men
Throughout time and space
Even as enduring wisdom is strained of grace
K. Muitherero
Gone in a moment, yet timeless ye be:
Flame in my candle, and soul that's in me.
when my days slow down
prop me up so I can watch
life still evolving
"It's a boy," they rejoiced at last
She held him close, her tears fell fast.
At fifty, God's will had come to be
Her longing heart was finally free.
Days faded to weeks, weeks to months
The boy, her gem, began to bloom.
Months turned to years in swift pursuit
She watched him grow, her love resolute.
Yet as he grew, her joy grew thin
The warmth he gave began to dim.
Time, like a thief, stole his love for her
Stories they become all that fun they shared.
He married, settled, found his way
Her world collapsed, now cast away.
The mother’s wisdom, once so prized
Was now ignored, no longer prized.
In this world, money
Is temporary; treasure
What's worth heaven for.
Been in a bit of a funk lately
Have I finally reached the end
No quatrains, couplets or narratives
No words of wisdom to send
At first I thought, oh I'll be back
Humming along as before
Don't get yourself in a great big flap
Lately I'm not quite so sure
Wishful thinking was part of it
It's lot more serious than I thought
The well's running dry, pretty sure
In a permanent funk I'm caught
Need a great event to inspire me
It's only a matter of time
I'll be back on track and zinging along
And once again I'll be fine
In no time at all I'll be smiling again
So why am I feeling so down
Feel like this old King of the Jesters
Is somehow losing his crown
Thoughts they flow so easily
I need a pen to keep on me
No paper? No problem, I have an arm
To write things on, these words of charm
And when I transfer them to here
Then all who read will know you're dear
But if I get a new tattoo
Wherever it is I'll just show you
Divisions of time
Stretched through your life
Growing and maturing
So that the prime of your life
Can be revealed on this earth
Nothing last forever
Time protects you from that
For everything there is a season and
The reason for this is that
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
It’s not what you are that holds you back
It’s what you think you are not
Put yourself on the spot and remind yourself that
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
Things change so rearrange your mind so that
You can still be strong during a tough chapter of your life
Don’t be too rough with yourself because in reality
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
Nothing last forever
Time protects you from that
For everything there is a season and
The reason for this is that
Time protects man from living in a permanent state
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
As I paint a keepsake rock with my brush-style permanent markers,
I think of how the marks soon enough wash away off of my skin,
Just as his beautiful love for me was not permanent.
Past ships
distant stories
updated future
narrated present
in the memory of time...
Fire of eternal flame
perennial immortal light
shine in all dimensions
contrary to popular religious belief
our universe was not created in a week
the universe did not spring from nowhere
spewing out planets and breathable air
that which constitutes the totality
has forever defined reality
difference lying within the constant changes
which evolution by any other name is
this world was not created for humankind
we adapted became physically aligned
to survive the environment our planet provides
what is possible becoming the ongoing guide
humans forgot their place within being
only themselves they now seem to be seeing
fortunately this universe does not care
if species is self-centered and unaware
that not one condition is ever permanent
including the so-called human experiment
no matter who or how long faith denies
fabricates larger, more intricate lies
self-righteousness and all consuming prayer
realty destroys it layer by layer
coming down to final analysis
existence shall always be all there is
Most mistakes I learn from,
Involve the writing of feelings for others in pen...
Only to realize all things come to an end,
Even if things once seemed so perfect.
Slowly I learn, from since then,
Mistakes are much like feelings written in ink.
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