It was the age of sex on the internet. It was a time when there was nothing you couldn't get.
It was the days of the gobal economy. It was time when there was nothing you couldn't see.
It was the days of the philosophy of greed.
It was a time of spiritual need.
He wasn't sure what year it was.
He thought somehow it was somewhere between nineteen twenty-two and nineteen twenty-eight.
But he had been wrong before as he judged the pressure in his barometer of war.
It was in the days of the return to zen. It was in the time no one could remember when.
It was in the days of gobal warming and the green house effect.
It was a time when ideas were swarming all over the internet.
It was the age of the body tattoo and the constant search for something else to do.
It was the days of classified ads, broken homes, and single mothers and dads.
He wasn't certain what year it was.
He thought sometimes it was somewhere between ninteen thirthy-five and nineteen forty-one.
But he had been wrong before reading the pressure in his barometer of war.
It was the days of total optimism and the death of all wisdom.
It was when the world stood on its head. It was after the Grateful Dead.
It was when the President spoke and no one cared what he said.
It was in the days of false compromises and unbalanced alliances.
It was the time of reckless rhetoric and bad arithmatic.
He wasn't positive what year it was.
He thought sometimes it was somewhere between nineteen sixty-three and nineteen seventy-four.
But he was having problems calibrating his barometer of war.
It was in the days of Liberian freighters and men and women haters.
It was when people sought personal relationships.
It was after Sinatra died and a generation past away and no one cared or cried.
It was the days of granny glasses and of girls with no asses.
It was the days after punk rock bands and drinking untill you couldn't stand.
It was the time of initiation rites and constant proxy fights.
He wasn't sure what year it was.
He thought sometimes it was somewhere between ninteen eighty-five and nineteen ninety-five.
Somehow he had missed the the pressure in his barometer had dropped.
It was in the days of the all wheel drive and in the time of nine to five.
It was when everyone was glad to be alive.
It was when the calendar turned over and it all began again.
He wasn't sure now of anything.
He had no idea what tomorrow would bring.
Nor did he care much for his barometer was broken and without a clock, nothing of time could be spoken.
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Heartfelt!
A well thought out, excellent poem. You sum up the ages so well. Nothing really changes, does it?
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What a ride
I enjoyed each section of history as it related to not being able to stop the flow of time...Along for the ride and what the future might bring us tomorrow. Well written!
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Strong and confident
I like this its powerful and insightful very well done -
Originality at its best. Loved reading...
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WOW!!!!
So often I read your stuff & get into messaging you w/o leaving a comment. I love your work!! This one is fantastic. A timeless view all about time. Where would we be now if our leaders could sit back & see the whole like this, beautifully portrayed yet naked, full of truth, confusion, pain & triumph? This is fantastic! Good luck in the contests!!
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I really like this. First, its originality. The rhyme also adds to the poem but I like how you were able to just write the poem and not be its prisoner. The premise is very interesting, one part seems to be going forwards and another backwards. I can tell you put a lot of effort into this write. It's kind of strange but in a good way. I like it.
I think I'll finalist it. Thanks for entering and sharing this one with me. -
time holds memories
time also holds the future
for time is the past, present and future
and time is just hands on a clock
or the passing of the sun and moon -
No one cared or cried anymore...Thoughts of his clock and barometer were all wrong. A sense of time when all stood still, a yet more peaceful time I believe it stopped. Interesting write! ~Sie
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It was in the days of gobal warming and the green house effect.
***I think you meant*** days of 'global' warming
It was the days after punk rock bands and drinking untill you couldn't stand.
***I think you meant*** 'until' you couldn't stand
Somehow he had missed the the pressure in his barometer had dropped.
***I think you meant*** had missed 'that' the pressure
Other than those edits, I really loved the depth of this pen. It speaks of many things today that the world seems to be lacking an awareness of, as it really does not seem to care either. I like the cadence and rhythm of this write.
Please do write on!
Blessed Be~
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DragonBlue
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this was written in an unusual way that really worked. i really enjoyed this write, but also in a way it left me feeling a bit sad.
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very good
i like this alot it is very good your a very good writer.
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very nice
love the moments of time
memories and emotion blended well
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