Time Poems

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
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Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
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You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
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Lay down
Let's explore this tenderness between us
There ain't no one around at all to see us
And baby would you mind
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IT was a lover and his lass,
   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
   In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
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To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
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Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
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Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
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And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

And he answered:
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Many times upon a time
There was a man who loved a woman.
Many times upon a time
There was a woman who loved a man.
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Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
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Time and time and time
again
i've sought a perfect rhyme
time and time and time
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Was TIME born with all the sky?
Can TIME suffer and also die?
Is TIME flat? Or is TIME round?
Where is TIME? Can TIME be found?
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Good day to thee my worthless friend, I see you've shown your full intent
While others rally to defend, no one knows where you went
Hello to thee my part time chum, I see you fled the dragons lair
While former friends die one by one, they turn for help but you're not there
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Time just flows past
And you never notice
Till subtle changes come bubbling to the surface;
When intimacy turns into indifference.
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The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
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Time or fate may separate friends, lovers,
But friendship or love that's true will ever
Thenceforth continue to live forever,
True love conquers the odd with its power.
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Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;
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my childhood was the time when i was innocent
when the world seemed to be fair
when my universe was around my toys
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ALL of us play our very best game—
Any other time.
Golf or billiards, it’s all the same—
Any other time.
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Time comes & goes in this life, in many ways,
Time has three dimensions, past, present, and future,
What is time, so many ways, to describe time,
You wish you had more time, then you lose track, of time,
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are my early poems, or juvenilia, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN, and others in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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I think it's time to let it go. Let go of the doubt, let go of the fear, let go of the insecurities, let go of the uncertainties, I think it's time. Time to recognize the depth of the love I give. Time to accept the innocence of my heart. It's time to set it free, it's time to let it feel, it's time to let it make mistakes. Time to let her see the spark of satisfaction her deep affection brings. It's time to embrace the freedom to be seen, heard, valued, appreciated and loved. It's time to refuse to be lost in the darkness that made me gone. It's time to explore the tenderness of my heart and give it to the one it beats for but what if? She thought…what if? ?
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Time showed me friends and friendships
Time showed me enemies and enmity;
Time showed me family and neighbors
Time showed me school and education
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There's a time to strive
A time to survive
A time to be proud
A time to be loud
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are early poems, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN. Other poems were written later and several of those were published in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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Pride ride stall's stored before corpse falls tongue-tied.
Cruel Fate rules, baits fools, schools, thrusts dreams aside
presumptuousness proves shortcomings, schemes
to turn Time's tables undone from inside.
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 Mind
chance to change the road.

I am sad to say.
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My time your time our time
All time one time best time.

Around the corner so many time,
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Introduction:
Poetry name which uses the first letters of the word to begin each line.
This is my attempt at name poetry describing people that donated autographed photos for my writing therapy for writing is the best antidepressant for those in need of help without help.
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