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Sunday, May 20, 2018
Time
This weeks prompt is by Linda Rivas Bole... Take a period in time in the past, present or future. Put yourself in the scene and write about that time. Time is of the essence as we only have a week to do it. :-)
wow! totally awesome! as Victoria said powerful imagery! and like Victoria I have missed you here. She can tell you how many times I asked about you. Glad to see you back.
Tad, welcome back! I hope your health is improving with time. I am recuperating from a hip replacement. Not quite the what you are going through but it is an ordeal. I think your poem was great as usual! The imagery was astounding. I am glad you are posting again!
Wow. Powerful imagery. I have missed you greatly. This is good for this prompt, but it's actually good for the last one too. You even directly say "I remember" LOL
LMAO. This is basically the poem I was trying to write when I gave in to the lyrics in my head. Mine was basically that I assumed I'd be working on a space station, but same difference.
i would have loved to have worked on blade runner ( not the crappy remake ha ha ) in my top five films of all time, along with " the third man " , " citizen kane ", " the good, the bad and the ugly " and " the silent flute ". bladerunner looks more like a documentary around here nowadays, than a sci fi movie....still don't have those flying cars though ha ha - love and peace - paul.
terrific poem! I really enjoyed reading it!! When I write 2018 I feel like I am writing science fiction...so where are all of the flying cars and stuff??!!
Good one, very fine recreation of what was to be and is not yet manifest, however we do have some of it.Stephen says make a video of yourself performing this and post it!
thanks bonita. plenty of apes where i live...though less civilised. can't remember who said this. could be oscar wilde " time is something the human race made up to stop us going insane and get to work on time ". - love and not enough time - paul.
I kept trying to write a time poem, but lyrics kept filling my head, so I used them to write. Not great poetry but at least I'm writing again. I hope they'll get better as the weeks go on again.
If I could save time in a bottle empty it into my bath water submerge, try again
at 14 when I knew, the times they are a changin'. 1968, Junior High School,
time of the season when love runs high, I chased boys, wanted one who knew that I will be waiting, time
after time. Fifty years later, it's Time, time, time, see what's become of me, gotten old.
I forget the past until next time it fights to the surface, and I do the time warp again.
" time is on our side ". " nowhere to hide ", " all the day and all of the night " oops! doing " the time warp again " - nice one victoria - love - paul.
Nice one, Good use of song lyrics as a takeoff point, also, I commented on your last poem, so please do notice i didn't skip you. We were away earlier in the week.
Yes, sometimes I feel that I belong in a different time all together. Like maybe the medieval times. I would have loved the lack of cars and tvs and such and the wild way they lived. I loved your poem!!!
wish i was born in the 1940's so i could have enjoyed the sixties. i was shitting in my nappy at the time of the summer of love ha ha.a woman told me once that i should have been born on a different planet, let alone a different time. lovely bonita....but you left out mr sinatra!!!!!
Bonnie, I enjoyed listening to your poem. I think we all wish we were born in another time period. I wish I could have been born in a more exciting one than 1958. The people from my era were so boring and bored. There was a lot of great music then though. Great poem!
Ya know, for those of us old enough to remember (ahem) the days we are living through now are a lot like the 50's. However,although the names have changed, the beat goes on. Good poem, however I am quite sure that no matter when you live there are versions of the same problems to be encountered.It's got something to do with the nature of human beings, I suspect. (sigh)
it's Monday morning in 2525 and I am a timecop I get up, hop in the shower it dries me when I am through
meanwhile my cafkef is on the brew and my breadfast in stewing in the atomizerometer that I preset for 7:30 am
my roboserve has my uniform laid out and ready, my steady partner calls on the pictoscreen to synchronize our day
I pick her up in my silver helicopter and head for headquarters where nobody loiters our orders are in our squadship
it will take us through warp stages to search out time criminals who are hiding from the wages of the Dashad V war in the time zones
zones other than our own or between the squadship is equipped with prison space to transport five which is usually all in a days work
we go through warp time the first perp is on the pictoscreen gone to 1945 in a Noxio time tester in old world United States
We now call ourselves, New Order Earth it was the birth of one government and world peace then, we were invaded by Dashad V
a new war came alive it opened up dimensional warps and time holes that even children learned to use and abuse
being a timecop is such a dangerous job we've lost many a timecop in the line of duty some, forever stuck somewhere between or beyond, never to be found again.
there are children gone missing and they will never be found now that the universe is so large and there is so much ground, to cover...
Thank you, Bonnie and Victoria, I will try to make it into a short story. The market is so big on short stories though that I gave up years ago...I had a box full of rejection notices. I have some great stories but they are now lost. You were in one of the Victoria. It was about a time machine. When Bonnie read it she said she recognized some of the people in it and that was why. lol
Time flows through our lives like a torrent Confusion presently with us that we resent Space flows out and around in a swirling pool We've ignored the gift and shunned the jewel
How can we capture what we will never own The mysteries of life that can't be shown Infinity stretches on only to circle around Fleeting glimpses is all that we have found
Age falls on us like weather we can't control It erodes our dreams and takes its fearsome toll Youth is the lie that all will turn out well As we pick the scabs from people created hell
Time can heal and it can destroy with impunity Our only defense against it is love and unity You are the one that answers for it's use Will you fill it with care or cruel abuse
Time to step up and take credit for what you've sown You must speak up now so your feelings will be known For if we hold back and don't deny the hate We may find out that we're too little too late
Your poetry does seem to improve with each new entry. I liked this one a lot. It is a little dark but I know you are in a lot of pain right now and feeling a little dark. You are very right about time though, time is the only thing that can heal anything! It is our only defense and we are the only ones who can answer for it. good job.
You are so right about time running out and soon it will be too late to make things right. I see some of Linda's influence in this poem. Nice to see you two giving and taking from each others styles.
Nice expression of a truth that is right on--like they say, True That! Well done and nicely rhymed. I did wonder about this line:As e pick the scabs from people created hell...is there a word missing? Fine job. However, Bonnie I do believe it's never too late...perhaps I am too optimistic however that's me.
I stand at the crossroads of Time one foot in the past, raised to step into the present, one foot in the future waiting for the other to catch up, yet it never will.
Because as I put that foot down the other raises up. It's called the march of time, and like Alice's White Queen I march in place, in order
to continue to be there because there isn't any other place to be. Because as soon as I step into the future it becomes the present and I must keep marching.
Or is it dancing I do, in time to music that plays in a timely fashion, guiding my measured steps, sounding the rhythm of the night and day of the present, now.
A bit different from my usual, ye this is how it arrived. Comments as to how it works as a poem will be most gratefully received. It works best heard or read aloud, I think...
one more.straight up on the screen. no notes....just for the hell of it. lost my couloured sparkly gel pens, so this might be tricky ( bonita knows what i mean ).
A TIME WILL COME
we shall be free free to be me maybe not in this lifetime maybe in the next one away from the dirt and grime with a french sherbert fruit bon bon.
it needs another few lines, but it's sunday and everywhere shuts early. take care guys - love - paul.
NOUVELLE VAGUE
ReplyDeleteC’est pour Jeanne Moreau
Anouk Aimee
Jean Seberg
Isabelle Adjani
et Brigitte Bardot
I am riding
the Metro
reading Bonjour Tristesse
remembering sex
young women with
hooded eyes
nipples chapped by the sun
at summer villas
enigmatic
hitchhikers
on the run from Marseilles
shadowy former
benefactors
mostly
I remember Paris
1968
tearing off blood and
sweat stained shirts
in a fierce brief respite
from the barricades
wow! totally awesome! as Victoria said powerful imagery! and like Victoria I have missed you here. She can tell you how many times I asked about you. Glad to see you back.
Delete" we'll always have paris " - humphrey bogart.
Deletethis is awesome!! I loved the imagery. I was there!!
DeleteTad, welcome back! I hope your health is improving with time. I am recuperating from a hip replacement. Not quite the what you are going through but it is an ordeal. I think your poem was great as usual! The imagery was astounding. I am glad you are posting again!
DeleteAh, now there's a poem! wonderfully strong and evocative, and so timeless.
DeleteWow. Powerful imagery. I have missed you greatly. This is good for this prompt, but it's actually good for the last one too. You even directly say "I remember" LOL
ReplyDeletetime huh? well the past is unspeakable, the present is a mess, so it'll have to be the future.
ReplyDeleteTHE FUTURE ISN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE
in the seventies, we would all have flying jet packs by two thousand
and speedy walkways would help us get around
we'd have george jetson cars
and be living on mars
with light sabre's and blasters
and flash gordon saving us from unnatural disasters
turned out rollerball, soylent green and planet of the apes where more accurate visions of the future
sow that gaping future hole with another suture
i live in bladerunner city
the original, not the crappy remake
where everything and everyone is fake
now, ain't that a damn pity.
" the fundamental things apply, as time goes by " - louis armstrong.
LMAO. This is basically the poem I was trying to write when I gave in to the lyrics in my head. Mine was basically that I assumed I'd be working on a space station, but same difference.
DeleteOn a side note, I worked with Sid Mead for a short time. He was the set designer for the first Blade Runner movie.
Deletei would have loved to have worked on blade runner ( not the crappy remake ha ha ) in my top five films of all time, along with " the third man " , " citizen kane ", " the good, the bad and the ugly " and " the silent flute ".
Deletebladerunner looks more like a documentary around here nowadays, than a sci fi movie....still don't have those flying cars though ha ha - love and peace - paul.
terrific poem! I really enjoyed reading it!! When I write 2018 I feel like I am writing science fiction...so where are all of the flying cars and stuff??!!
DeletePaul, I enjoyed listening to your poem. The rhyme was great! You do a good job. I always enjoy your poems.
DeleteGood one, very fine recreation of what was to be and is not yet manifest, however we do have some of it.Stephen says make a video of yourself performing this and post it!
Deletethe problem with science fiction wolfie is it tends to become science fact......except for the good bits - HAL 9000
Deletethanks paul. i know seventeen other paul's all named after paul mc cartney. loads of george's and john's too....but no ringo's ha ha.
Deletei only perform in library's, on trains and open mic things tash. to film myself would be.....vain.
Deletewow!! love it! you are so right. powerful write!
ReplyDeletethanks bonita. plenty of apes where i live...though less civilised.
ReplyDeletecan't remember who said this. could be oscar wilde " time is something the human race made up to stop us going insane and get to work on time ". - love and not enough time - paul.
I kept trying to write a time poem, but lyrics kept filling my head, so I used them to write. Not great poetry but at least I'm writing again. I hope they'll get better as the weeks go on again.
ReplyDeleteIf I could save time
in a bottle
empty it into my
bath water
submerge, try again
at 14 when
I knew, the times they are
a changin'.
1968,
Junior High School,
time of the season when
love runs high,
I chased boys, wanted
one who knew that
I will be waiting, time
after time.
Fifty years later,
it's Time, time, time,
see what's become of me,
gotten old.
I forget the past
until next time
it fights to the surface,
and I do
the time warp again.
Really neat how you used parts of songs to emphasize your thoughts!!! I really loved it!
Delete" time is on our side ". " nowhere to hide ", " all the day and all of the night " oops! doing " the time warp again " - nice one victoria - love - paul.
DeleteVictoria, I enjoyed your poem. I loved all of the songs that you took off from. You did a great job.
DeleteNice one, Good use of song lyrics as a takeoff point, also, I commented on your last poem, so please do notice i didn't skip you. We were away earlier in the week.
Deleteawesome... poignant and really says it all. well done! love it!
ReplyDeleteMy mom used to tell me
ReplyDeleteI was born in the wrong time
the one I was in didn't fit
I would have been happier in hers
She was right in a way
I did love rag time and jazz
Bette Davis, Danny Kaye & Bing
the movies of the time enraptured me
But our generations were more alike
than she would see or admit
our country was at war
young people were afraid so..
We lived as wild and crazy as we could
dared the evil to enter our world
the Irish have a tradition
of holding wakes for the recently deceased
they celebrate laughter and song
to give the persons soul time
to get to heaven before the
devil knows their dead
I guess each in our own way
we hid behind the partying
to hide the ugliness of life
and keep the Satan sensing our fear
A bit prosy but I like it a lot. In the last line did you mean "and keep Satan FROM sensing our fear"?
Deleteyes, when I edited that line I left that out...sigh... as I said some mistakes but I was too tired to do it again
DeleteYes, sometimes I feel that I belong in a different time all together. Like maybe the medieval times. I would have loved the lack of cars and tvs and such and the wild way they lived. I loved your poem!!!
Deletewish i was born in the 1940's so i could have enjoyed the sixties. i was shitting in my nappy at the time of the summer of love ha ha.a woman told me once that i should have been born on a different planet, let alone a different time. lovely bonita....but you left out mr sinatra!!!!!
DeleteBonnie, I enjoyed listening to your poem. I think we all wish we were born in another time period. I wish I could have been born in a more exciting one than 1958. The people from my era were so boring and bored. There was a lot of great music then though. Great poem!
DeleteYa know, for those of us old enough to remember (ahem) the days we are living through now are a lot like the 50's. However,although the names have changed, the beat goes on. Good poem, however I am quite sure that no matter when you live there are versions of the same problems to be encountered.It's got something to do with the nature of human beings, I suspect. (sigh)
Deleteyeah there are typos but I'm not deleting it again
ReplyDeleteit's Monday morning in 2525
ReplyDeleteand I am a timecop
I get up, hop in the shower
it dries me when I am through
meanwhile my cafkef is on the brew
and my breadfast in stewing
in the atomizerometer
that I preset for 7:30 am
my roboserve has my uniform
laid out and ready, my steady partner
calls on the pictoscreen
to synchronize our day
I pick her up in my silver helicopter
and head for headquarters
where nobody loiters
our orders are in our squadship
it will take us through warp stages
to search out time criminals
who are hiding from the wages
of the Dashad V war in the time zones
zones other than our own or between
the squadship is equipped with
prison space to transport five
which is usually all in a days work
we go through warp time
the first perp is on the pictoscreen
gone to 1945 in a Noxio time tester
in old world United States
We now call ourselves, New Order Earth
it was the birth of one government
and world peace
then, we were invaded by Dashad V
a new war came alive
it opened up dimensional warps
and time holes
that even children learned to use and abuse
being a timecop is such a dangerous job
we've lost many a timecop in the line of duty
some, forever stuck somewhere between or
beyond, never to be found again.
there are children gone missing
and they will never be found
now that the universe is so large
and there is so much ground, to cover...
awesome and fun how you actually put yourself into the time period and wrote as an actual event. love it!
DeleteThis really is awesome. So creative. You could turn it into an excellent short story!!
DeleteThank you, Bonnie and Victoria, I will try to make it into a short story. The market is so big on short stories though that I gave up years ago...I had a box full of rejection notices. I have some great stories but they are now lost. You were in one of the Victoria. It was about a time machine. When Bonnie read it she said she recognized some of the people in it and that was why. lol
Deletewe canna go warp factor ten cap'n the engines wont take it - scotty. star trek. still waiting for the flying cars wolfie - love and peace - paul.
DeleteHoney, Very nice story poem! I hope you do turn it into a short story and start sending stories in again. I enjoyed this little story very much!
DeleteWoohoo!!! loved it, very good beginning to a story, I agree--- or even a book!!! o fo it. Love it!
DeleteTime flows through our lives like a torrent
ReplyDeleteConfusion presently with us that we resent
Space flows out and around in a swirling pool
We've ignored the gift and shunned the jewel
How can we capture what we will never own
The mysteries of life that can't be shown
Infinity stretches on only to circle around
Fleeting glimpses is all that we have found
Age falls on us like weather we can't control
It erodes our dreams and takes its fearsome toll
Youth is the lie that all will turn out well
As we pick the scabs from people created hell
Time can heal and it can destroy with impunity
Our only defense against it is love and unity
You are the one that answers for it's use
Will you fill it with care or cruel abuse
Time to step up and take credit for what you've sown
You must speak up now so your feelings will be known
For if we hold back and don't deny the hate
We may find out that we're too little too late
Your poetry does seem to improve with each new entry. I liked this one a lot. It is a little dark but I know you are in a lot of pain right now and feeling a little dark. You are very right about time though, time is the only thing that can heal anything! It is our only defense and we are the only ones who can answer for it. good job.
DeleteYou are so right about time running out and soon it will be too late to make things right. I see some of Linda's influence in this poem. Nice to see you two giving and taking from each others styles.
DeleteNice expression of a truth that is right on--like they say, True That! Well done and nicely rhymed. I did wonder about this line:As e pick the scabs from people created hell...is there a word missing? Fine job. However, Bonnie I do believe it's never too late...perhaps I am too optimistic however that's me.
Deletestill nearly eighteen in my head.
DeleteA Timely Dance
ReplyDeleteI stand at the crossroads of Time
one foot in the past, raised
to step into the present, one foot
in the future waiting for the other
to catch up, yet it never will.
Because as I put that foot
down the other raises up.
It's called the march of time,
and like Alice's White Queen
I march in place, in order
to continue to be there because
there isn't any other place to be.
Because as soon as I step into
the future it becomes the present
and I must keep marching.
Or is it dancing I do, in time
to music that plays in a timely
fashion, guiding my measured steps,
sounding the rhythm of the night
and day of the present, now.
always tried to march in the opposite direction to others, but it's easy to get drawn in to the herd of time - rhymes and times - paul.
DeleteThe music of time...we all march in place...and get nowhere. I love your poem!
DeleteWow! I REALLY love this one. And it just gets better with each stanza.
DeleteVictoria, I am thrilled by your comment. You made my day.Linda, thanks! Yes, Paul, I agree.
DeleteA bit different from my usual, ye this is how it arrived. Comments as to how it works as a poem will be most gratefully received. It works best heard or read aloud, I think...
ReplyDeleteso true that we seem to march in place as the past becomes the present and the present the future... good write!
ReplyDeleteone more.straight up on the screen. no notes....just for the hell of it. lost my couloured sparkly gel pens, so this might be tricky ( bonita knows what i mean ).
ReplyDeleteA TIME WILL COME
we shall be free
free to be me
maybe not in this lifetime
maybe in the next one
away from the dirt and grime
with a french sherbert fruit bon bon.
it needs another few lines, but it's sunday and everywhere shuts early. take care guys - love - paul.
Cute one...sorry you lost our pens.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bonnie, I appreciate.
ReplyDeletegot better pens from nice nicky's stationery shop. fluorescent gel pens. your letter is finished. just confirm your address, before i post it.
ReplyDelete