Time in this world

Time

If a person was time, who would it be?

Prophets and civilizations all played the game of time.

All the time wasted on people with no brains. 

Hours and minutes all progress forward.

Time and time again we cry.

What never ends nor stops, time is all it takes to go back.

Moving forward and going back are a matter of change.

Forward into time, forward into growth.

But times does comeback, maybe in people or in places.

Going back in time is not necessarily staying in the past.

As time never goes back but people learn and change based on that.

Time heals and time brings the past back. 

The future is the past, because as time moves forward all the pain of the past arrives.

Time between the stars is time that never lasts.

Time never stops and can always go back, just by the change of course.

Only the Sun and Moon can explain.

Once the Earth burns and the sky rains stars, will time only stop and stare at Earth in shock.

Time/s

I see Time
In its singular plurality
Each time differently

Either short and fat
Rolling down
Gathering dross
A bundle of laughs
Into a valley of tears

Or part of a table
High enough to do something
On the agenda

Some Times
Go missing
When out for a walk in the woods
Lost
In search of the forgotten
Found on the last page
Too late

Sometimes
It can be long
Dragging
Its sinewy bulk
Hard to chew on
Too slow
Watching paint dry

Then suddenly,
Not waving, but running
Taking off
Flying

Not stopping for me to catch up

ACTIVITY: Write a Recipe

A Recipe to Impress Society

• 1 cup of shame
• 5 cups pf conservative
• 2 spoons of blame
• 1 cup of prerogative
• 2 tablespoons of "wasta" واسطه
• 1 cup of idealism
• no cups of realism

To be Successful

First, I work my hardest.

Then suffer the most.

Never sleep, eat, or breathe

Listen to people laugh and have fun.

Sit alone every night dreaming of what I want to become.

I lose it all and then one day I wake up.

And all my successes come alive.

I stare at my reflection and cry.

These are the steps to become successful.

This time for all the happiness I have stopped myself from having and all the success I worked for.

To be successful you must always be contempt with whatever pain you live through.

Because success requires some form of loss.

Recipe for anger

1. 2 cups of finely sifted resentment
2. 100 grams of misdirection
3. 2 clenched fists
4. 1 person feeling mistreated
5. a small pinch of isolation
6. 2 ounces of bottled up emotion
7. 1/2 cup of refined disappointment

For the filling:

1. 150 grams of stirred grudges
2. 5 grams of pure sadness 
3. 1 drop of fear extract

how to make you rainbow

freshen the air with the aroma of apples
put a bird in it
the voice of Maya Angelou
a cloud
trick-or-treaters
a special occasion
sushi rolls
swirl buttercream frosting
ruby sharks
crystals
inner peace
fire
pom-poms
a gust of gorgeous uplift

ACTIVITY: Write about Yellow

A Saffron Slice

One yellow sun, shining from the sky,

screaming your name,

one massive bright light.

Your purity, personality

and your eloquent smile.

I symbolize you as the sun in my life.

In your house, a yellow wall, a yellow rug

a yellow pancake; a saffron slice.

Warm as the sun,

and as bright as your are.

You are no longer alive,

but a yellow bright thought 

still crosses my mind,

when I bite on a pancake

your bright smile, I find.

between orange & green on the spectrum

between orange & green on the spectrum
a primary color                    to cry out
sunlight                    gold                 

traditionally made from arsenic or cow urine                   
a cave in France depicts a painting of a yellow horse
purple is a complementary color

men were always shown with brown faces
dominated by glowing clouds
it makes you different from every other human

a yellow room feels warmer
the exact origin is unknown
dazzling

Theme: yellow

So, yellow is the new blue

A bird without a cage 

Once came and then flew

Away 

Back behind bars

Still trembling with his birdly yellowness

That missed me by a fearful inch 

When I reached out to him with a seed 

In the palm of my hand

Yellow 

Is the only memory I have of him

How did I like you, Yellow

You were 

A burst of ancient resin washed up on the seashore

After a storm

Not a warning sign but a promise

Now a broken necklace

Scattered in invisible places 

Yellow

Is the only memory I have of it

Did you ever suit me, Yellow

Maybe the shade wasn't right

Or my skin too pale

Maybe I didn't try hard enough

Or enough 

When I'm done not trying  

I shall wear yellow

To remember

To find

To yell

YE

S

 

a walk in the neighborhood

yellow light washing the streets
neon suns trapped in glass
lending warmth to the cold concrete
making way for me pass
I wander stray at the pace of my feet
wondering if the night will last
all those bulbs of fragile beams
housing hours of a darker past
amusing windows while blinding me
shapeless waves of a yellow cast
memories of euphoric colors
but only sour stays alas

ACTIVITY: Found Poem with Anaphora

Write something in which:
- each line begins with "In the end"; and
- complete each line by taking words from the first lines of random books from the shelves of the ABP Library.

In the end among the pleasures.

In the end, jazz has been my passport.
In the end, all of us have taken various types.
In the end, every book begins with dissatisfaction.
In the end that changed the world.
In the end, the crowded red double-decker bus inched its way...
In the end, without the new media.
In the end, who were among the earliest?
In the end, there are by now many.
In the end, my part in this book.
In the end, intricate designs created from many gleaming pieces.
In the end, all we can do is gaze in wonderment.
In the end  in the faraway land.
In the end, if you are beginning.
In the end it grew too big.
In the end too unexpected.
In the end on a spring day.

In the End You & I

In the End You & I

In the end we are told

In the end new is risky

In the end I admit

In the end I know not why, I'm so sad

In the end there appeared

In the end there she is

In the end impossible to define

In the end I have learned

In the end almost wonderful

In the end I met my future