“As though it had legs”
“As though it had legs”
Where do I start, well I guess I must clearly start here,
the crowd has now departed and I,left with no one to cheer.
Time is running out, as though it has legs,
tick tock tick tock (another hour shall) I beg,
The many times you gave doubt or questioned my care,
a candle light once burnt, but now you don't dare.
Every word you once spoken or thought you were to think,
went not, beyond my ear,
the many times we said I love you, how now,
have we slipped out of gear.
I found the letter you left and your read message was clear,
sadly now I’m left sitting alone, shedding quietly my last tear.
For what I have done, is who I once was but who I am now,
is what I now do.
The American dream is really a personal nightmare,
and shows now, how this rings true.
Just as time, will chronologically again soon repeat
and then once again, be soon gone.
We enter this world with individual triumphs,hopes and dreams
but afraid, to leave it all alone.
Just as all children of nature, we just as the rose,
is destined too one day wither and parish,
the true meaning of life, if allowed to live to the fullest,
(it), rightfully must you cherish.
Time is running out, as though it has legs,
tick tock tick tock (another hour must) I beg,
I went for a walk, just the other day, with my eyes wide open
but left my body behind,
for if the eyes are known to be the windows to the soul
why did I, seem so blind.
Each step, that I took, introduced new and exciting sites and ideas,
for a book, never more had I thoughtfully invested,
in it would be a prelude, to a better day to come,
if of my own words, had I feverishly ingested.
if I could have one wish, there would be (no need),
for one to exist,
all the colors of the rain bow, dance within the dews, perched upon
the early mornings plantary, who drinks merrily, of its mist.
The many waking hours of my life that I have squandered,
as though I didn't care,
the many times throughout life, that I should have taken,
that one, questionable dare.
To encourage (All),to look beyond the color corridors
of the skin, we collectively share but individually, must wear
and to have embraced and held the notion, that life,
has no(roll-over) minutes, to spare.
To not only engage in active dialogue, of a new world order,
(available to all man-kind),
but to ensure, (through this implemented, non-controversial engagement),
that (not one), is left behind.
For you see, if I had one wish, it would not by far,
be squandered on me,
it would be for the dead are dying and those wrongly implicated,
to be some day, set peacefully free.
but now it seems,time has ran out, as though it has legs,
tick tock tick tock (the last hour I've too) beg.
And the crowed, ow yea, they have all gone and like always In life,
(the loser), they never remember your name
and the time! it keeps on a running, as though it has legs.
JIM
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Wow Sir Jim!!.........this is like one of those epic poems that flows through the mind........creating compelling imagery as you walk it's path...........it's somber tone left me feeling a bit sad............which I found unusual because everything I've read from you before has always been so positive..........this is a fantastic write brother..........great rhythmic flow and sense of timing here........those closing lines definitely made me sad though.........sure........the clock is ticking for us ALL..........but not for Lord Arnold (lol!).......seriously......I hope ALL is well with you.........and that your world is spinning in greased grooves..........Love it when you're here my friend.........miss you..........Love and Rockets............T xx
Brother Tone,
You got a way of pulling the best from a person, no matter what the past or present mood....Missed you all dearly my friend and have been taking life, one day at a time and hope all is well with you. Seems to be the only poems that has been escaping me lately Tone and when i can finally get back into the swing of things here amongst friends, the best of me, (i am sure), will come to the forefront...You know, "they let the right one in" when you came upon the scene my friend and when you came in, your feet hit the floor running, rather than walking yourself, through the maze of the Cosmo and admiration for you and to you, will always hold its place amongst the stars and our hearts, My Friend..... As Shirley P. would say, "Glide on love" for one another my friend, for there exist on this site, always more than enough, to compassionately go around. Thanks for stopping on my block my friend..
Jimmy Arnold
Hello my dear friend and sis,
Thank you for reading(queen) Cherie and good to see your smiling face. How i miss you all, wow! i can't even count the ways, for they are many...Your heart is as big as (ALL) out doors as always and just as you stated, we aren't promised tomorrow but we must learn to live life today, as though, it was our last and i more than any, need to learn to take my own advice, rather than waiting to see, what this tomorrow will bring, (if any). Take care dear lady and continue doing what you love and do best,"writing powerful and influential poetry and presenting it to your many readers,(most definitely including me)....We expect nothing less from you, my dear friend and sis.....You are a true icon o this site Cherie.....
Jimmy
Honorable Poet Sir Jim Arnold Sir,
Love to you Sir Jim, I am reading your poem after a time of long gap, how are you Sir ?. Hope you are fine Sir.
Run out of time, means we all have used up most of the allotted time in realities of life; to have no time left, we all have to leave, we have just about run out of time.Life is really run out of time before we could finish our all kinds of test measures in life.
I love the below lines, my applause, my love, my vote
My love, my hugs
Brother Williamsji Maveli
Sir Williamji Sir,
Your words, are always more precious than "Gold," my brother and i did not realize how much i had slipped into a rut , until i found myself setting at home, looking for answers that wasn't there but as soon as i conversed back to this site and noticed several messages, one from Val.,Flower Girl and Shirley P.,(3- people that i have the utmost respect, admiration and love for), offering verbal support, in all actuality at that time, (I most def. Needed it) and that(it),kinda woke me from the slump, I had proclaimed for myself and they made me realize once again,(through dialogue), the fun, (again to be found), In writing on paper just a single word and they were right..Just s you Sir, always the one first to offer much needed advice and an ear for listening..You have embedded yourself on this site Sir Williamji and (so) rightfully have you done so. Appreciate you immensely and your heart sir, I don't think could ever be emptied of compassion, for (all) others whom acquaints you, yet is as humble as a free flowing stream,(all ways in motion), in a lightly wooded, country side, uninfiltrated by man setting. You are a good man Sir and hearing from you is and always will, be a pleasure.....Just as it is Val., ShirleyP.,Flowers of Purple, Ms.Nardine(lil sis),Shah,Susan/Susan and “MANY MORE.”
Take Care Brother(Willy),
Jim
Aww sweet Jim!! Oh how I have missed you! I wrote you a message a while back and I hope you got it. I was thinking about you...The honesty in the words you expressed in this poem are truly eye opening and I have so much respect for you. This one made me a little sad because I am used to your uplifting writes so this is definitely different coming from you. Please know your Cosmo family is always here to support you and we all love you!! This is a very Thought provoking poem. Much Love to You!!
Love,
Val ♥️
Ms. Valerie Lynn(aka) Mrs. Luke,
Hey i truly appreciate all you have said and believe me, I knew not where to start, when it comes to saying thank you made me realize what was more important to me and not let anything, dictate my situation and when i think about the fight you fight on a daily basis, "lady you are mine and many more, here on this site, hero(shero)” and you have made this your home and you know when you come home, they want you there to stay, so it seems you are stuck with us here, because we love what you do here and for all those you've truly been there for, in spirit, heart and prayer “especially me” and i can't conjure words capable of expressing my sincere thanks to you but i surely do.....Luke i hope is well. Val.you got a rock there in Luke, that will never sink to adversity and he for sure, know what he has in you, he's a good man Val. and a brother in my book, so i hope you guys, will always realize what many seem to search for and can't find, in a full life time, you both have already acquired, in each other.......Proud of you!!! Ms.(A.O.M.)......
Thanks (lil sis),
Jim Arnold
Greetings Jimmy, truly you are one of my favorite people, ever on this site; feels like family every time you appear and share a beautiful poem or drop encouragement with a comment, can't put a monitory value on something like that brother, it's just one of the good things you appreciate and not question too much...just saying
this poem flows like a river, read it a few times, and sat back and sighed in contemplation, I read it as a sobering reminder that time only moves in one direction; forward, despite or successes or failures it keeps going, we can hope for better days to come, and reminisce of days long gone; but time is not going to stop and answer to no one; 'cruel but fair'....felt the tone of this write as reflective, touching sombre, a real, in the moment feel comes to this reader; something like helplessness or wanting to do more with 'precious' time...wow Jimmy there is a certainly a lot of meat on this write, lots to ponder still; love it my friend, the way poetry should make you feel; blessed, refreshed and thinking
Cheers, my friend
Chris
Dear Brother and as always friend beyond belief,
When i last was here and saw your icon, i took more than a double take and was glad as hell, to see you back where you belonged, it felt like old days all over. (Talking) about missing a iconic figure to all here, during your intermission (wasn't the word), for our lost, it was more of a "sad, sad day" for all that knew and loved you bro. Just as Val. my friend, home is where the heart is and you dear brother, gave more than your share of heart here and you gave it to (All) of us...Chris you were then and once again now,(due to your inspiring poems,complimentary attitude and words, not to mention being able to pick a poem apart, line by line, paragraph by paragraph so accurately and being able to decipher, the mind set of the author, during the time of the poems creation,(including this one), the only other that I have seen accomplish this feet, was Sir Williamji. There are others that are real good at it,(including many of the ladies) but you (2), seem to have made this a talented art...People such as yourself Sir, is why others, many times over come back..Thank you my friend and after receiving the many words, you have so-accurately applied to and explaining this poem, it makes me even more glad, to be back.....Chris, we just might be looking at our next (A.O.M.) in you and me for one, would be more than honored, to see you wear that honor...For you sir, are as compassionate as it will ever come and I am proud and lucky to have made your acquaintance....Again brother, when I saw your icon and began once again to read the encouraging words, for the many new faces as well as seasoned ones,I felt back home.A bunch of wonderful, caring people here and one that i need to write and thank that i have not yet is, (Flower Girl).Though last but (by far), not the least, has she been placed, could only mean that the thanks I ow her is one of rarity and her heart, pumps the same, as her words are spoken, that of a purple (elixir), sweet substance or solution to all problems, which is not found in the possession of (all) and is rarely miss used, by the few, of its possession, that cures all ailments and short comings at hand and hers, is in the form of her ever-so eye catching, (Purple rose). For when her flower appears, with it always, will there be a smile, warm heart felt conversation and hope, where there was none before, left on the face and in the hearts, of the recipient....A lady as sacred as the (Purple) rose, she (with all rights), compromised with mother nature and now claim as her own..She is a wonderful person, lady and fiend on this site amongst many, just as you are a stellar friend not only to me but many many more...Thank you for being you my friend and you dear sir, have sunk to deep into the hearts of the readers and writers on this site, so “please” never allow us to tune into this site again and see (not) the icon of my brother from another mother, Mr. Christopher Correia.....You don't find to many people such as yourself Chris and when you do, it is a friendship never wished,(by any) to have long lost..."You can fool the fans but never can you fool the players" and it was a surprise to me how everyone that has commented on this poem, was able to see the frame of mind and mood, where this poem derived from and how o point you all were, when you delved into the head of the writer as you all did, starting from Tony,Val. Cherie, Williamji and now you, dear friend....
Take Good Care My Brother and friend,
Jim Arnold
Hello Flowers,
Thank you my friend and it seems no matter where i go, i am always coming back here..thank you for being you and so much of yourself have you allow us to know of you through personal conversations, comments left on poems and most importantly on your canvass of (All) your alluring poetry....You are an amazing lady, person and friend and to know you, allows me to more easily analyze and express my position on life itself and thanks for not only an ear,(when needed) but a shoulder rendered as well.. But by far, you're the Angel that walks among us and we (do recognize), which is the reason, we keep you here... "So you sister, is stuck with us".........Jim