We were tight — we were thick as thieves
Only we didn’t quite know it then
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war
In Pikersville —
We were small-time
But we had big ideas and big words
In Pikersville —
Strictly small-time
The chosen steer marked out from the herd
Now, a generation or more is passed
And we’ve reared up our own
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war
Small town — small change — full of big ideas
It is a visualizing tool not much more.
That grey matter was not ever meant
to actually see reality,
evolutionary biology never designed it to,
it is a video game - nothing else.
Thinking is not what we think,
brains collates and sort,
they are filters to shut out a much greater view,
brains are blind to higher states of consciousness.
Mind does not see itself in, or as the brain.
Mind is what we are.
What can we do?
Firstly acknowledge that this reality we experience
is a collective agreement
it is pre-wired to only accept
a narrow spectrum of perception.
Secondly, don’t mention this out loud.
There are a million rabbit holes to fall into
and we already are looking up from so many.
Thirdly, set aside some small time in the 24 hour cycle
to ‘not think’ - to 'no think.'
This is hard to do, it may take lots of practice,
for the brain is like a chattering monkey -
just don’t feed the monkey.
A scrap of ore breaks surface.
The metallic pebble is already colonized
by moss and fungi factories,
in a millennia rocks will churn
a green spawn into small rural towns.
Fields of new growth
must be planted in microscopic slime.
The Shawnee come and go,
as fireflies on a summer night they pass,
raw boned settlers,
add their calcium to the earth.
Small time-seeded towns sprout.
Hands work wood, stone, then brick.
More foundational pebbles are unearthed
Tornadoes clear the land, reconstructed
malls ride the roads.
Antique stores blossom in the dust.
Art galleries and cake shops
vie for customers, donuts triumph.
Arts and crafts stores signal the end
of old railway lines.
Cities of iron and coal bud and blight.
The moss returns and flourishes.
‘Tis true, time waits for no man, but moves swiftly along
Age to eon, in big laps or small, time is never retrievable
Once gone it can never be recaptured, even in song
Moving inexorably forward into realms unbelievable.
written May 24, 2021
entered "Time" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
BOXER
The late October day
marked the last of the tragic
encounters framed by the ropes
he preferred to the streets where a
journeyman boxer needs more than
taped hands for the troubles he sees
There had been no title shot, no top
ten ranking, just fifteen years of blows
to the body, to the head, to the soul -
volcanic eruptions, fissures and
earthquakes, myriad tremors in the
plate tectonics of the fist-pummeled
brain
He needed sixty more seconds of glaring
bright lights and a bored, bloody crowd
in a small-time arena in a town far away
Sensing his moment, he slipped to the
right, flicked two stinging jabs, bobbing
and weaving, then three quick strikes and
a pivot to the left that put him flat on his
feet for a violent combination with a
killing uppercut that soothed the roar in
his head, reduced the blur in his vision,
sent the menacing shadow to the canvas
for the count then left him out on the
sidewalks working, breathing hard,
dancing and pivoting like a big circus
bear, punching the air on a cold
afternoon before wary passing
strangers who tried not to notice,
in a town far away!
Stolen moments...
That's what we share.
Stolen moments....
Show how we care.
Stolen moments....
In a small time frame.
Stolen moments....
Too wild to tame.
Stolen moments....
From Heaven above.
Stolen moments....
To make sweet love.
Stolen moments....
Lying still in your arms.
Stolen moments....
Feeling safe from all harm.
Stolen moments....
Until you walk out my door.
Stolen moments....
Leave me yearning for more.
Stolen moments...
No matter what we do.
Oh how I love
My stolen moments with you.
8/15/04
BRANCHES WITHOUT LEAVES,
MESSAGE GIVES.
COLD BEHAVIOUR OF NATURE,
IS FOR A SMALL TIME.
AFTER THAT,
ALL WILL BE SHINE.
LIFE WILL BE IN FLOW,
ALL TREES WILL SMILE,
IN EVERY WIND BLOW.
Double-sided mirror
Deceptive reflections
Void of truth and beauty
Faith a small-time felon
Captured in a tight snare
Beyond pleasure and pains
Purchased books not read
Portraits not painted
Houses without roofs
A nonfunction heart
Stagnated living
Showing cold love
Unresponsive
To blank feelings
Reprimanded
Double-faced
Characters
Manifested
Human
Beings
Cruel
and this small time,
held by our world of us,
turns moment's hope so treasonous,
to live for pennies, we waste our dimes,
lives knocked about like old windchimes,
as shades of then follow close by now,
small hands, small fears,
flow into rusted years,
once flushed with young and fervent vows,
lie perched alone on rotting boughs,
but if, just if, we dare look above,
this noise, those wars, and keep the pace,
laughing we'll run in time's cruel chase,
and find layered deep in eroded love,
sleep dormant hearts of fettered doves.
The (Taxi Driver) pulled out a smoke
(On The Water Front), he took a toke
Called (Dirty Harry), such a letch
(Psycho) Sally thought, "What a catch!"
(A Few Good Men), she thought were right
Soon forgot (In The Heat Of The Night)
(When Harry Met Sally), it was (The End)
Of her reserve, (Gone With The Wind)
When (Dirty Dancing), they were known
As dancers in (A League Of Their Own)
(The Shining) new (Mustang Sally) got
Had (Jaws) dropping and talking a lot
Driving a taxi, is not (Easy Money)
(The Bank Job) got the car for his honey
Though just (Small time crooks), with no name
(Public enemies), they became
After a chase (From Dusk Till Dawn)
With (Sudden Impact) they were gone!
On (The Wall) they hit, written in red
(Bandits), (Walk the line) or be dead!
Your glow spread real light
After sunset in midnight
You are miracle of the god
You are with me to survive
Your appear is confidence
Of my reforming dream of life
While you stand with me
I can win battle of life
Life mean a very small time
In little time I have to do a lot
Wings of love make way of heaven
And a flow of dream from your eyes
You inspire you make way
I just fallow you in life
Your magical touch do magic
And show me way which is right
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
Times change along with faces and names
Somethings stay the same
Living with shame
Searching for fame
Don't want to live in vein
Or go insane
Its only me to blame
The man I became
My soul set aflame
Unable to tame
This isn't a game
So take aim
With a small time frame
For it maybe near the time our LORD came
To reclaim the ones who proclaimed
I don't want to be one of the unclaimed
3/16/2017
A snake in a wild, lovely and rare
She wears a leather cloth with a cling on her tail
Beautiful to look at but she is too cold
Don't make her jealous or wrath will unfold
Let me tell you now the story of a snake
She lived in a paradise near a mystic lake
Once she had a friend who treasured her most
But time came to change the fate of them both.
A man went to lake and met a young girl
Both fell in love and worlds gone to twirl
This jealous black snake saw the spark on their eyes
She began to crawl on ground wearing bunch of stupid lies
Seductively trying to get the man's attention
Her filthy ill tongue was her secret potion
She broke the love that was built by small time
Nothing was left except for a bottle of wine
Wandered her eyes in a vast quiet lake
Felt too good to herself for she loves to be fake
But one thing that the girl realized that she was still the winner
Despite tears on her eyes, she swore not to friend with a sinner
Living life as a Christian as apose to my last,
From my first prayer that blessed ,a seed was planted
For an opening so vast.
I had no idea just of what was to coincide ,but being
Changed from the inside out ,white knuckle
roller coaster ride.
Being attacked by the enemy not knowing
what's going on,to the holy spirit tears for no reason
thinking definitely wrong.
Going to church then Alpha,was the pivotal turn
as though a door was opened and Jesus
was to learn.
Then along came baptism, from then my life took
another gear . From then the ride eased up a touch
and was able to steer.
Now I'm feeling more mature even in such small time
doing things I never dreamed of
with peace happiness and love all mine
in my life for the very first time .
WELCOME JESUS . THANK YOU AMEN.
hollow me....completely hollow............
not having light on my path ....depressed root less falling apart.......
tried so much to bear every weight ..
but not able to stand and see the light for far......
i know its a small time as every day this night will also have have its end
but afraid of my finising strenght ......
this night may finish with my death......
i m doomed broken peace of heart...
not able stand make my self correct......
feeling like standing in mid......
and every aim of me just making me falling in.......
my sky my land every inch of my glad.....
teared and abraid not able to collect and make it again.....
my words my friends my dairy and my parents.....
feeling missing you, need you to hold me agianst....
this storm i m feeling cant able to stand............
wanted to live more .....but cant see the path any more......
i never ask for help to you all...
but this time i cant swim at all.....
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