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Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2023
November arrives on schedule
Comes in to visit each year
Whispers goodnight with stillness
Rustling one can hardly hear

I only see her four weeks
In heart time is of no concern
World to her is a routine on repeat
Myself know I have just a turn
Written you guessed it; 11/2/18 haha
GaryFairy Apr 2022
I was like 13 years old when I realized that a square shape didn't ever exist, until someone made it up to confuse people. I could name a lot of other things that they tried to make me do in school and I refused. They wanted to keep us stupid because they thought we couldn't handle knowing the truth. So they made up fake shapes that don't exist in nature, and fake Gods that that have the generic "god" name. lol
Idk if this technology will even exist after 09/11/22 or maybe 02/03/23, but if it does I will be like a prophet. Get ready folks. Especially in america.
Nat Lipstadt Oct 2021
Repeat Every Year! No End Date

a birthday reminder created;
lapsing memory necessitates
a firm calendar entry;

a reminder, with a proffered choice
every year without end
is a stark choice

for the body messages rapidly
a modest daily deterioration;
that sunrises will cease,
while sunsets not;
the smell of everything
fresh is familiar and therefore
stale in its own way

the five senses announce:
lazy man what did you expect?
why, my just desserts, which
is my tears behind rueful laughter

nearer my god than thee
annh Oct 2021
πš‚πš˜πš–πš‹πš›πšŽ πš™πšŽπš›πšŒπšžπšœπšœπš’πš˜πš— πš›πšŽπšπšžπšŒπšŽπšœ πšŒπšŠπš•πšŽπš—πšπšŠπš› 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜
πšƒπš˜ πš™πšŽπš•πšπš’πš—πš πš›πšŠπš’πš— πšŠπš—πš πš πš’πšœπš‘πšπšžπš• πšπš‘πš’πš—πš”πš’πš—πš,
π™°πšœ πšœπš’πš–πš™πš‘πš˜πš—πš’πšŒ πšπš›πšŠπš’πš•πšπš’πšŽπšœ πšŒπš•πšŠπšœπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš— πš™πšŽπšŠπšŒπšŽπšŠπš‹πš•πš’ πšœπšžπš‹πšœπš’πšπšŽ;

π™Έπš—πšπš’πš–πšŠπšπšŽπš•πš’ πš πš˜πšŸπšŽπš— πšπš›πš˜πš– πšπšžπšœπš”πš’ πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ,
π™΄πš–πšŽπš›πšπš’πš—πš πšœπš˜πšπšπš•πš’ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš™πš’πšŒπšŒπš˜πš•πš˜-πšπšŠπš™πš™πš•πšŽπš πšœπšžπš—πš•πš’πšπš‘πš,
π™ΌπšŽπš•πš•πš˜πš  π™°πšžπšπšžπš–πš— πšœπš’πšπš‘πšœ πšŠπš—πš πš†πš’πš—πšπšŽπš›'𝚜 πš›πš’πšπš˜πšžπš› πšœπš—πšŠπš™πšœ;

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš›πšœπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŠπš•πš•,
𝙰 πšœπš’πš—πšπš•πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπšŽ
πš‚πšπšžπšπšπšŽπš›πš’πš—πš πšπšŽπš—πšπš•πš’.

β€˜Springtime is upon us. The birds celebrate her return with festive song, and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.’
- Antonio Vivaldi
Kirsty Taylor Apr 2021
As you sit to look at your calendar,
Something once overflowing,
Is now becoming more and more
Tauntingly blank.

In a place between the end of something
And the start of the next thing
Stuck in what feels like a hiatus

As you sit to look at your calendar,
Something once overflowing,
Is now becoming more and more
Tauntingly blank.

In a place between the end of something
And the start of the next thing
Stuck in what feels like a hiatus

Bit by bit,
Your calendar starts to fill again
This time it fills with things for you
You and only you

Your calendar,
It has more white than before
But now the white looks like snow
Instead of the ice from before.
Lately, it has been difficult to share our time together. At times, it even feels as if the universe is holding a grudge against us. Either you are asleep and I am awake, the daytime calls for us to be in a different place, or it is just not that calendar day. Whatever the case may be, the day will come. We will have our solar eclipse, and the World will discover the beauty of our love.
Natasha Aug 2020
I met you in September
When the leaves were just tempted to change
I met you in September
When the earth felt like autumn in the rain
I met you in September
3 months shy of my birthday
I met you in September
apart from headache or drama
I met you in September
listening to Frank, Kendrick and Lana.

I met you in September
and so I say it clear
I only met you in September
because it's my favourite month of the year.
I met someone, but not in September. It was actually in July 2 years ago.
Ψ―ema flutter Mar 2020
the 31st of every month
is meant to give you
one more chance
to cease the moment
and enjoy every breath
before the cycle ends,

the 31st of every month,
is a time to finish your to do-list,
even to start writing one
and to prepare before the
calendar folds its pages again,

the 31st of every month,
is a reminder that you
don't have to stop counting
at 10, 20, or 30,

the 31st of every month,
is a good citizen,
because it gives
more than it takes,

just ask February where its
30th has gone,
and it will tell you
how it retired and
took off with
the 31st.
Archana Biswal Feb 2020
"The ineluctable approach of time has ensnared me into it's captivity."
Only if the Calendar shows the consequences instead of numbers,
Only if the actions of futurity are unconnected with the present,
Only if I could hold time,
I would have captured exquisite moments into my soul.
But raising above this dream, there is a ground reality.
The stale leaves, the eroded river bed & the wrinkles on the face aptly depicts the wrath of time which spares nothing.
So the best possible state is to flow with the time & Let's get submerged into it's essence.
Time is ruthless and at the same time an important assent in humankind.
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