Hercolena Oliver

Rookie (18 April 1969 / Durban South Africa)

A Time To Feel Forlorn And Reconstruct What's Torn - Poem by Hercolena Oliver

There's a designated time in the universe for everything:

A time to limit, a time to expand.
A time to rise, time to lower and lend a hand.

A time to maintain, a time to abandon.
A time to develop, a time to rest at random.

A time to communicate, a time for silence.
A time to kiss your enemy, a time to concede wins.

A time to spite, a time to please.
A time for respite, a time to tease.

A time to process, a time to confess.
A time to do more. A time to do less.

A time to dominate. A time to captivate.
A time to plunge. A time to resurface straight.

A time to maximise. A time to minimise.
A time to diminish. A time to optimise.

A time to sacrifice. time to insist on rights.
A time to be selfish. A time to be concerned about plights.

A time to be big. A time to be small.
A time to care for a special one. A time to love all.

A time to add dimension. A time to simplify.
A time to advocate egalitarianism.
A time to exult.
A time to default.
A time to be accepting of imperfect humanism.

A time to enhance. A time to simplify.
A time to criticise. A time to dignify.

A time to produce. A time to use.
A time to relent. A time to refuse.

A time to demand. A time to give.
A time to die. a time to live.

A time to survive. A time to admit defeat.
A time to lie. A time to walk on your feet.

A time to compete. A time to not.
A time to remember. A time to concede you forgot.

A time to struggle. A time to champion.
A time ro organise. A time to allow a flexible condominium.

A time to be the same. A time to vary.
A time to progress. A time to tarry.

A time to invade. A time to pervade.
A time to brighten. A time to fade.

A time to question. A time to define.
A time to roughen. A time to refine.

A time to relocate. A time to stay.
A time to be persistent. A time to sway.

A time to provide. A time to consume.
A time to end. A time to resume.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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