Time poems
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Sorry
© Sukasah Syahdan
Please forgive us should You find this insolent
Or see no tears we shed after the latest trick of Yours
But writhing inside, we have been guessing the motive
Eeach time one disaster rallies against another;
The Instructor
© Rudyard Kipling
At times when under cover I 'ave said,
To keep my spirits up an' raise a laugh,
'Earin 'im pass so busy over-'ead-
Old Nickel-Neck, 'oo is n't on the Staff -
"There's one above is greater than us all"
An Ode To The Hills
© Archibald Lampman
AEons ago ye were,
Before the struggling changeful race of man
Eyes
© Sukasah Syahdan
I used to believe that comprehension began right there;
that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility. Every time a picture offers a thousand words,
they claim the first to know; and if it were not through them, how would we fall for the beauty of a look?
Flowers And Stars
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Beloved! thourt gazing with thoughtful look
On those flowers of brilliant hue,
Either
© Sukasah Syahdan
if you are young and bright
at one and twenty, go to a:if you are old and gray
at one and sixty, see b:a)
scorn these lines,
Content
© Madison Julius Cawein
When I behold how some pursue
Fame, that is care's embodiment,
Or fortune, whose false face looks true,--
A humble home with sweet content
Is all I ask for me and you.
Youth
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHY linger round the sunken wrecks
Where old Armadas found their graves?
Reticence
© Peter McArthur
WE may not babble unto alien ears
The truth revealed, nor show to heedless eyes
Phizzog
© Sukasah Syahdan
standing in front of a mirror
you recall it said:
to hinge upon time is self-delusion
tomorrows and days after,
longevity or ephemeron
are mere matters of illusion
Threnody For A Poet
© Bliss William Carman
Not in the ancient abbey,
Nor in the city ground,
Not in the lonely mountains,
Nor in the blue profound,
Lay him to rest when his time is come
And the smiling mortal lips are dumb;
Sonnet II: Farewell Song
© Sukasah Syahdan
Let me for somewhere I should stroll
Bid thee farewell. You, eternal wonder
that enthralls my soul, will always tolls
like a muezzins serene call yonder.
Once Upon a Time I
© Sukasah Syahdan
once upon a time I
saw a first flower undress
in slow motion naked colour
On Stopping Here
© Sukasah Syahdan
To: WBYWalking up your life girdle you may then
get tired or just need to look down
to see how far you have stepped
or how high you have elevated
A Song From The Suds
© Louisa May Alcott
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.
