Open Poetry #3 |
We the Slave |
Emmy Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 194KY |
In perfect measured intervals through all of time and space marches never-ceasing time on a cruel and heartless face Oppressor of all humankind and God of life itself With a shrine in every household above the mantle, on a shelf A ruler without mercy who halts for no one's sake And from its throne it dictates every move we make It pulses through our very veins It beats within our hearts It measures all existance It's the beat to which we march Seconds, minutes, hours, "Hurry, we must make haste!" "Heaven forbid that we be late!" "There is no time to waste!" Onward will this ruler rule over the way which we behave Despot of us humans: Time the master, we the slave [This message has been edited by Emmy (edited 10-28-1999).] |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Very true.Liked this much! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
So true and a nicely written poem |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wow! This is fabulous Emmy! I loved it! ------------------ Denise |
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Emmy Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 194KY |
Your comments are well appreciated, fellow poets! I wrote this thinking of how I seem to be eternally running around in an attempt to get things done on time. If anyone sees time, tell it I need a break! |
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