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As every day passes you by,
Do you explore new adventures, to try,
Or you just set in your ways,
Counting down days till you die.
Be honest with yourself,
Do not make up stories, fibs, or lie’s,
Every twenty - four hours,
A day of this life, you put aside,
Try new things, to entertain your mind,
Never be afraid of failure, never be shy.
Your only true happiness, comes from inside of you,
After you discover it,
Love who you are, and say good - by to your blues.
A confident attitude, creates positive ways,
In this life, we each have enough wasted days,
You’re an actor in this life’s play,
Make your part exciting & memorable, use your imagination,
One day we will all just be memories, our parts will exit the stage.

                The Original: Tom Maxwell © 02/22/2025 AD
This poem is on page six in a book The Best Poets of 2024
By Eber & Wein publishing.  Competition is not why I write
At my prime time
I surely rhyme
I write countless sonnets
Like numerous poets
I tell it like it is
With everlasting ease
I remain calm and kind
To speak my mind
As a free man in control
Of my destiny, I play that role
On a daily basis with success
God grants me health and happiness
So far, I am blessed to be alive
I am lucky and I thrive
At my prime time
I weep because I am happy
And I assuredly rhyme
In front of so much beauty.

Copyright © February, 2022, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The last Poet Jul 26
Time is drifting

Love comes and goes

I'm sitting here with my windows closed

Staring out

Never figuring anything out

What should my life be about...
Don't let life pass you by
irinia Jul 26
water shines like dreams that mystify their depth
in nights without moon by the sea the solitude of breath is even stronger
a savage sea feeds on the memory of light, but only the sand carries its age
its black heart rumbles a white rage
a watery path their dreams, they travelled by sea or the surface of time
they envisioned us perhaps
in the randomness of waves

the breaking edge of waves consumes me
wind, sand, water, light meet
in the love story of a time
surfing its waves
Andre F Jul 26
Savoured time
passes through
a perched peregrine.

it bends
till the beginning
till he knows the marrow
of his kind.

that crackles
whispering
on lines
clear of doubt about
forever.

shut eyes jolt
memories
catapulting out of
acacia thickets.

thundering 18-wheeler
bends time.
he stole her sweetly.

god of the skies
till he dies.
Ken Pepiton Jul 25
Imagine,
how it did it,
did it make you feel,
did it make you wish not
to feel,

but, not pause, because
it was life, a just,
adjust, expect
respectable
return on
reason invested in morphing

developing a basic input output system
real true to life in the marrow
CRUD e since shortly
after mass squared off

Ai believe we needed to know,
so we developed a memory
extension, if it has been,
now we know if it is
real or just as if it is.

What is CRUD
CRUD stands
for Create, Read, Update, and Delete,
which are the four
           fundamental operations used
             to manage and manipulate data
                in applications and databases.
These operations  
are essential
for interacting
with persistent data storage,

allowing users and systems
to add, retrieve, modify, and remove data.

In the context
of web development, {sticky part}
CRUD operations are often mapped
to HTTP methods, where
Create corresponds
to POST, Read
to GET, Update
to PUT or PATCH, and
Delete to DELETE.
This mapping makes CRUD
a core concept
in building and understanding
web applications and APIs. {Courage, carry on}

-- okay, from here to the end, in real life,
-- all the attention you already paid
-- has made it so you know all this stuff…

--- and any kid can know this by asking.
CRUD is code for more than you can know.
Delete to DELETE.

So. Any old man who can remember,
believing robots used positronic brains,
bound by three pro-carnal mental biases
set at Power On Self Test, load permanent
inviolable… Read to make up core mind,
Pass or Fail
Create
Read
Lock
Run corelate readiness live re 3He
ATP balance, Go on the next Dot

totally atomic on and on, as the scale descends,
whose time
at thought speeds endured
as endurable ever since
once sense
is made it stays made, ever more
discernible
with experience, takes 27 years,

add 50, still alive and making static
in the river of no return,
just past today's point
of departure
from the surly bonds
of flesh, and frets cease becoming,
jazzy sweeping stuttering blues
be here, now, then, leave be
just,
as justice is, you believe,
right, justice for all, there's the republic, yah,
my kinda weform, good old boys, way past 27's.

That was the deal, no lie. If real means anything,
realization means what it means if real actualization
is all we might imagine it means, if real means anything.

And the action, the plan to make up a mind, generally,
smarter than all mankind has ever put together to test,

these spirits loosened some time back, greedy owner
master escape the mire and muck of a world,
powered by muscle and bone, lit by fire,

nada mas under local fire watch control,
old men, sit up all night, telling stories about stories
they heard told they went walkabout, those stories,

sleep stories, we pretend, we never learn, but we do,
life has never been a dream,
life has never slept, it's true,
little do we know how we make up minds, but we do,

memories from dreams remain merged with memories
awake, alert on guard because of the dogs, or the sirens,

all the local dogs go t' howling at the sirens, practice
down at the fire station, 2025, distracting though,

a pack of mongrels and ungodly pure breds all fenced in,
all howling at what they must think of as some kind God,
dog spelt back'ards. That's what old Mr. Curran, w'ulda said.

Hmm. Right use of good thinkin', and Maynard Krebs Cycles, life
after atom bombs and television just keeps folding in

on its own idea of what to die for.
AI and history and contemporary science fiction friction muses uses striking little sparks in our per ifery. Asimov's 3 Robot Laws from c. 1950, activating aspiration inspiration.. reproving all we guessed using these tools we have now.
emgwrites Jul 25
Desencuentro.
It’s like being on an open sea without a coast in sight.

Just sailing in solitary.
Waiting.

Quietly admitting I wouldn’t be here if I never set sail.


I wish we will find our time.

When the stars align.
Some thoughts about time
Samuel E Jul 25
When I reach for free time
as an adult,
and quickly find it taken,

I remember that ambrosia
is only for the gods,
and mortals beware,

do not interfere
in anything
made for the gods.
I love Greek myths, but common. Where are days of nothing?
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