Eagle soars above
On thermal, wing span power,
Personifies One....
This little we have is a lifetime.
A day in the sun and the dark
is all this little we have.
If we blossomed at the speed of most flowers
hours would be the little we have.
A child is the span of the world,
a person, the whole of its history.
If we could catch just one moment
it would be a moment
that contained all that is or ever will be.
Tell your life-stories to the moon,
tell the world all that you have done
or not done. Name that story,
then watch it disappear
as a whisp of mist in sunlight.
Fiction is timeless.
Age is just a number,
a countdown of life.
The time of wide-eyed wonder,
to that of conflict and strife.
It is a span of years,
that we think we own.
It is not as it appears,
time is not given, it's a loan.
Striving to live for today,
but still seeking tomorrow.
It is with hope, we pray,
that we find joy, not sorrow.
The young, wish to be older,
hoping time will fly.
Efforts become bolder,
as childhood passes by.
Youth, wasted on the young,
for they are unaware.
Like a bell left unrung,
with no music to share.
The dwindling attention span of a human should bring
us insight into what may be looming..
Recent studies reveal that it's eight seconds now.
I'm struggling to finish this thought some how..
If one put a human brain on a petrie dish,
I guess it's now equal to a goldfish..
Look it up on fact checker if you think it's a lie.
You'll discover that nine seconds has a butterfly..
a tempest rages
in a ringing shell
sleep slopes down
into waveless depths
The mind has miles
leagues foreshadowing
the whole span of a moment
in full
A gulls gullet opens -
it speaks of sea-dreams
never remembered
a child looks out beyond
a plunging bed
to a place
where legs dangle
over old age
This just came to my mind,
One day this world would end.
Now I'll remind
The life I have spent.
The good deeds, the bad deeds that I've done.
The things, the money, behind which I've run.
The life I've spent almost useless
I wish I could recycle it once again.
The remaining span of my life,
I want to use it with all wise.
O my Lord, help me to live
A life full of many good wills.
The Span Of Life
by Robert Frost
Span of a Hen's Life
An aged hen clucks backwards without getting choked
I still recall when she was a yolk
<3
Frosty the Hen
:)
Health supplement rages nowadays
It's said to improve health
And so maybe for a better health
And so maybe for a longer life span
And so maybe for a more relaxed life
A pharmacist may introduce
A variety of health supplement
But we feel suspicious
Because we're spiritually unsafe
Maybe we need a religion
Maybe we need some leisure
Maybe we need some friends
Maybe we need our family
Maybe we need love and affection
Maybe we need a dream
Health supplement alone
Won't accomplish what we need
Spiritually
Unless we fall sick
Health supplement alone
Won't accomplish what we need
Spiritually
Maybe the bible
A supplement from heaven
Will do
The universe is infinite
Boundless and endless
But we men have limited life spans
As the extinction of some species
Like the dinausaur,the dodo
And the passenger pigeon
But we men have limited power and wealth
We are small and insignificant
We can't rule the world
With dictatorship or hegemony
Wealth and natural resources on earth
Are to be shared
And so the gifts from our Almighty God
Men's greed will not end up the infinite world But themselves
And maybe the extinction of
Some wild species and natural resources
SPICK&SPAN
an outdate view
of the
cold sterile
&
reclusive
an existence
endlessly reconfigured
separated
by
the austere
an alternative
vision
inspired
the concept
influence
unfinished
a conflict
de rigour,
rhythmical
a breakthrough
sparse
but
pristine
immaculate&
sleek
subtle
spiritual
yet remote
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
You've no choice
What will be will be
So a greedy and cruel person
Strive for the most
Before it's too late
Maybe this is the reason
Why people are careless
Obstinate and cruel
But no matter who decides your future
You ought to be reasonable
Because you love God
Who is the Creator
Because you love the earth
You live on
Because you love your family
Whom you stay with so long
Any consequence is disastrous
Any revenge is cruel
How long will it be before we die
Many years before we say bye-bye
Be sure you see it all
Enjoy it have a ball
Don't let the good times pass you by
The dust accumulated from a span
Of years that reaches well into the past,
In folders placed from back when it began;
Discrete events across a distance, vast.
Like vapors freed by comet's forward cast,
Receding, fading like a tail mundane.
Will aught of this trajectory remain?
Or pass by undetected, with no trace?
Or counting all as loss, seek better gain:
To know that You ordained this merry chase?
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(for the ‘Dizain’ poetry contest, on the subject of ‘Dust’
cleaning out my desk drawers after a career of work
Sponsored by Constance La France
Submitted 2/4/22)
longer the time span
much more will always be tan
so sure that you can
The optimist said that fifty years is half your life,
but the audience surely knows
that men don't live much longer than
the heyday of their town's proud factory
or the life span of an empire in the modern age.
Fifty-five years down a blind path cluttered with bombshells,
every wrong foot a heaving blast,
brickbats, not lemons rain down on
my tiny comic parasol till
I am left here holding only bent and rusty bones.
This is the part where the optimist will spin a yarn
about weaving a tapestry
from the ragged bits remaining,
the breathless crowd expecting the hero
to run their happy gauntlet again and again,
till the last clod falls.
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