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Time - Acrostic Palindrome Revisited

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Time spins headlong, helter-skelter, alpha omega its hum,
Innate energy refocussed, - hocus-pocus drawing blind, -
Merging, surging, fresh emerging each dimension is assigned
Extra frequencies as harmonies seek equilibrium.

Thrust of course is force attraction contradictions overcome -
If upset the great equation’s recreated, recombined,
Musters flux, reflux ethereal, in many ways declined -
Echo-systems spectra spectral, strata senses tuned as one.

Time from nano into nano ages stages fossil fuelled
Interspersing glaciation, dehydration, round and round
Myths upon examination show their roots as underground
Emerges, surface surges, strata cooled, their sense retooled.

Thus what once anticipation seemed probation turns as, schooled,
Independent thought’s adopted as tradition sound, profound,
Marred by nations renovation bar, or scar with strict surround
Emphasizing naught surprising, innovations overruled

Though new cycle spins unpin past wins while progress must address
Inventively the challenges its choices stimulate
Migrating through some voices, denigrating others’ traits
Eliminating those which problems pose to those whose maladdress

Tends to influence trends “safety”, “prudence” spendthrift short-term stress.
Interests vested often soften tracks orginal, contest
Modus operandi handy which could status quo divest,
Elevating into icons past emoticon success.

Time together birds of feather nests, two nurturing four more -
In addition for perdition they’re included in Life’s count,
Marking more for Death to tally, soon all rally scaffold mount, –
Ever higher populations soar, regenerating core.

Tortoise Time of able fable, snide greed, pride, speed, overcome -  
Is it justice ? Is it balance ? Those ahead soon d[r]ead behind,
Making room through swift disposals for proposals less confined,
Express need for further testing, - jesting, questing, inquest dumb.

Time, both tempter and preemptor, auctions choices bubble-gum
Into emptiness exploding, voices vacuum Lethe-lined,
Mirage are Man’s sojourn dreams it seems, all who thereon have dined
Entertain tall expectations rich which stumble, tumble numb.

Time mutates when necessary, with celerity translates
Into viral spiral gyral splicing, tip top icing cake,
Monkey to man was plan began some take as grave mistake
Enterprising Time, downsizing, soon induces second state

That leads into more selection until all that came before
Isolate in microclimate dwindles into history,
Mocking once again of mice and men eternal mystery -
Ergo cogito’ no guarantee can offer ‘sum’ in store.

Time destroys its own foundations, reconstructs by rule of thumb, -
Intuition tunes to pattern ducts intelligence designed.
Mankind must press forward quickly, or its mainspring may unwind,
Ever onward, tripping, hasty, vicious forward spiral-scrum.

Time, true master of new master, swift may slave of slave become,
In a twinkling of an eyelid, with an inkling of the mind, -
Most by wayside fall, once falling fail to rise, we seldom find
Each with grief reach silver lining welcome, wheel spins go and come.

Time, prestidigitator, spurns prestige, turns cycle score
Into room for rust when boom goes bust, to tomb entrusts the great –
Meek may seek to rise through wise disguise but dice thrown own their fate
Enters on examination predetermination’s maw.

Tide scorns pride which at its zenith ride descendant has prepared,
Idyll spills its guts and penance flags, stills, pennant’s breezy blow,
Mutes the bugle’s cry to rally round the cause to none compared -
End of story, end of glory, bared or gory end below.

Through the needle wheedle riddle evolution in its drawer
Issues ready, choosy, steady, to new factors integrate,
Measures leisure pleasure treasured as a wide tide open gate -
Exit species flooded by fresh blooded budded to explore

Timely opportunities to tease priorities to draw
Instant conclusions from confusions which did decimate
Multitudes through feuds or manners rude to war or conjugate, -
Efforts vain again are sanctionned by Time’s hoar roar none ignore.

Time, an excellent musician, is tradition’s drummer, drum,
Is clay pot and playful potter, Future’s watch and spring to wind,
Mocking mortals’ puny portals, while the motives of mankind
Echo ego phase or fashion, - love, hate, passion, - blink sink - done.

Texts once sacred held, identical spelled, test time’s sickle cell
Iteration till salvation’s source course changes, redefined,
Messiahs soon expire, out of synch-think with daily grind
Expressing novel grovels which greybeards' old ways expell.

Time plays seasons, dismays reasons dumb, on much remaining mum,
In/on Cause~Effect directions caught in matrix intertwined,
Minds not evanescent effervescent reassurance blind -
Each vibration rings strange changing strings recalculating sum.

Though if sum itself is dumb then all conclusions drawn are rum
Interjections on Time’s sections, out of kilter, misaligned,
Much in golden braid internal, waits eternal, underlined
Ever by infernal pace we race to trace out space to plumb.

Time, the predator and dater, turns the bread of life to crumb,
Ices in a trice Life’s waters, hopes as halters redefined;
Magician fly, man hard may try, - high pyramids remind
Each our power, pomp pain hour stomp, vain flowers fast succumb.

Time, no evil knows, coeval is with all, withal is none,
Irons endings through beginnings when each innings’ span’s declined
Mutating – no postdating - wicketwards in double bind, -
Essence waxes, wanes, through axis, planes, yet what explains its run ?

Tempus fugit – Time is flying – soon we’re lying in the dust,
Is it dying ? Is it buying time ? – another turn to try ?
Most would cook the books for second look, avoiding final sigh
Even though high odds against them lie when wake they take on trust.

These swift stanzas hold no moral, no bonanzas bold, no plum
Inspiring plan licks Time’s trick wick untiring, predesigned,
Mirage tidal suicidal, bridle, bridal counter signed ?
Egg and chicken plot’s time-stricken as we quicken final strum...





Acrostic palindrome revised 30 April 2005 expanded 17 November 2006 See notes for initial version 10 December 1990


Author notes

Time


Time, the master of the master, can the slave of slave become,
in a twinkling of an eyelid, with an inkling of the mind;
most can only fall, and falling must capsize, and thus we find
every grief has silver lining, retribution soon will come.

Time, the tortoise of the fable, pride and greed will overcome.
Is it justice? Is it balance? Those in front soon fall behind,
making room for fresh proposals, new ideas, which, less confined,
express the need for further progress, granting voices to the dumb.

Time destroys its own foundations then rebuilds by rule of thumb,
intuition finds the pattern that intelligence devined;
mankind must press forwards quickly or its mainspring will unwind,
ever onwards, tripping, hasty, in a vicious spiral-scrum.

Time the tempter and preemptor auctions choices - gubble-gum
into emptiness exploding, in a vacuum Lethe-lined,
mirage is Man’s desert sojourn, he who on false dreams has dined
entertains high expectations which too soon prove void and numb.

Time, an excellent musician, is the drummer and the drum,
is the pot as well as potter, is the watch it keeps to wind
mortality, makes mockery of the motives of mankind,
ends emotions, - love, hate, passion, - is the swimmer and the swum.

Time, the predator and dater, turns the bread of life to crumbs,
ices in a trice Life’s waters, hopes as dust are redfined;
mem’ry may be a magician but the pyramids remind
each mortal that his pomp and pow’r an hour lasts, then must succumb.




10 December 1990

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  • -BlackKnight- silver member
    August 23
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    Kudos for the intricate wordplay and rhyme here. Such poems are a challenge to write and can be quite satisfying.

    That said, I didn't care much for it, pretty much for the very wordplay and rhyme I mentioned above, as well as the heavy use of alliteration and multi-syllabic words. Such poems, as challenging as they are to the poet to write, also become a chore to read. Perhaps my dislike of it stems from my style of writing, which differs completely from yours, but I found this to be, well, a bit of a clunker. It dragged on and on and on and on and on. A very tedious piece.

    That's not to say it's particularly bad. I just didn't enjoy it.

  • Timespell
    August 22
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    I concur...

    ~T.S~


  • sassykitty
    August 22
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    Wow, this is an intelligent and profound write. Nicely crafted throughout with excellent figurartive devices employed to really communicate the concept of time. Someone much wiser than me once said to me that we're not as attached to time as we think. I did like this poem because it made me think of him as well! Thanks for sharing.

    . Rewarded 6

  • Superb plus

    Aye, 'tis most unique indeed. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme just fine as usual. Definitely one of your best. Thanks for sharing.
  • WOW, THIS IS GENIUS

    REMINDS ME SOMEWHAT OF THE EMERALD TABLETS

    (Halls of Amenti)

    QUITE A CYCLE

    I LIKE TO BELIEVE

    IT IS ABOUT BALANCE

    I DO AGREE

    WITH YOU

    QUITE A BIT.

    EXQUISITE WRITER

    UNIQUE.

    THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENTRY

    GOD BLESS...

  • This was certainly an awe inspiring write... You have a gift when it comes to molding words in to difficult forms. The Palindrome was quite interesting...a little confusing at first read, but after I went through it twice I began to see some things that I originally missed. Well done.

    The acrostics were brilliant! You managed to keep a good flow and balance while still staying true to the form.

    "Emit Time"---a wonderful idea...


  • Starhiker
    December 14, 2007

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    Amazing!

    I loved the poems, though the first part, the palindrome, utterly confused me. Yes, it read the same backwards and forwards, but it made no sense to me. The second part, with the acrostics, many stanzas each spelling TIME, and all rhyming ABBA, flowing effortlessly as I read it, was BRILLIANT! You are a great poet! I have done rhymed acrostics, and other forms mixed together, but my newest is a fibonacci palindrome (word for word, not letter for letter). Take a look if you like, it is called "Mirror Images". Thanks for sharing your genious! Jim


  • vindicativevisage
    October 6, 2007

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    Wow. I loved this. I would definitely never be able to write something as good as this...especially to spell TIME through the whole piece. Good job.

  • Midnight Lace
    October 6, 2007
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    WoW! This is enough to leave a persom totally speechless and spellbound just in the writing mechanics alone... without even taking the thought within the contents into consideration at all. This is very well done. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you. Keep that pen handy dear poet. ~Midnight Lace

  • ChildoftheWild gold member
    October 5, 2007

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    I think this is one of the most complex and amazing pieces I have ever read. The rhyme scheme with all the word play mixed into it make such an incredible work of art. This was so exciting to read. You are an amazing poet. Thank you so much for the entry.

    much love
    Carrie

  • Providence
    August 18, 2007

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    All I can say it simply wow. I read this several times and in each reading revealed a different phrase or twist to capture my attention.

    I am just not beginning to comprehend the complexity of the poet.

    Ovations.


  • crimsondew silver member
    July 2, 2007

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    Excellent is all I can say...Really well done... if a little long... I am more into a litle shorter kind. Nevertheless It is a gerat write with so many aspects of time woven in... I can not think of anything you left behind.. All the best!
  • pithyaplomb
    June 25, 2007
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    you have sooooooo outdone yourself with this ...... such an interesting original and perfected write! I really mean this! this is greatness! very very publishable! ordinarily i don't take to long writes, but with yours i can most undoubtedly make quite a few exceptions! and so on that note ....I will say it again! you have outdone yourself!
  • The Lady
    June 21, 2007
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    'Time - Acrostic Palindrome Revisited'...

    A very long write but surely puts out points to ponder and think upon...

    well written with I would think with much thought...and time...

    and well as not to mention some nice imagry in here as well...

    and as always I thank you for the read/write to all of us here....

    . Rewarded 6


  • CinematicInk
    June 20, 2007
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    The acrostics brought insight into the essence of time. I also ADORED the introduction! Nice work!


  • Room without doors silver member
    December 27, 2006

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    Time- less

    J aw broken time destroys, destroyed and chained,
    O ut of the earth her kingdoms rise and fall,
    N o loss is easy, little can be gained,
    A s tyrant time dismays and does appall.
    T hen watch the sands slip slowly through our grasp,
    H ow hot the desert, deaf to time's embrace,
    A nd time betrays our fingers, there's no clasp,
    N o bolt to lock, a mirage for a face.

    R aw time deceives, perceives and knows no end,
    O utlaws, the temples fall before her prayers,
    B elieves in heaven, then to hell descends,
    I nspires our dreams, dissolves our hopes to cares.

    No time to spare or restful, peaceful air,
    In time we find all meaning, all despair.

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