Time's Forbidden Alibi

Time's Forbidden Alibi

A Poem by B-poet

Time has forsaken

An alibi

To disguise

Its covert mission

Forbidden within the minds

Of the human race

Deeming the aging process

As a silent commander

Setting the pace in motion

Recruiting everyone to become chosen as

A follower submitting to notion

Of being controlled by the sands of time

Everybody in contrast

Is serving their purpose

Only to find a reminder

At the end of their lives

Like a contrived written syllabus

Breathes caution to the wind of

Time's Forbidden Alibi

Going unnoticed by

The ongoing and awkward naked eye

As the living to die process kick's in

Returning to our true origin

Will begin the real homecoming

Since earthly time is momentarily definitive

Beyond a pensive reasonable doubt

© 2018 B-poet


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what a wonderful read. like ive said before, you have this ability to command and control words to make such wonderful poetry...fantastic!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I love the commentary here! The flow and language both captured me completely. I especially liked the lines: "Forbidden with the minds" and "The ongoing and awkward naked eye"; both pulled me right out of myself and sucked me into the piece. Well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


It is certainly the great equalizer, a sad truth captured with aching beauty by you here...nicely done :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow...this was impressive in beat and tempo. I read it about half way through and then started over reading aloud--so much more powerful. I love the depth and grit of the ideas, as well as the overflowing of fantastic language and beautiful detail. Nicely written, I quite enjoyed this one.

Everybody in contrast
Is serving their purpose
Only to find a reminder
At the end of their lives

Powerful lines...my favorites in the entire piece.




Posted 11 Years Ago


Are you testing me 101?
-grin-

I found this more than a little sad. From my perspective it seemed as if you are saying we all just scurry along, like ants, gathering as we go. Then one day, the writing's on the wall and time has run out. What was it all for? And is there more once this life is through?

This is an excellent piece from you. Thank you for sharing it. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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