Tag Archives: time

The Top

27 Dec

The Top

By L. Stewart Marsden

What was good at the time,

after time,

was not.

An illusion of thought,

ill-gotten hope and dream,

that spun like a top,

and careened through and over and around until,

finally,

it wound down to tip upon its side.

Then, with pride in hand,

realizing now what then was good is not,

I turn unto another hope,

another dream,

and know that what now seems to be

might wind down just as ultimately

to tip upon its side.

Copyright © by Lawrence S. Marsden, 27 December, 2014

Running its course

14 Jun

 

 

 

 

Running its course

by L. Stewart Marsden

He turned to his mirrored self —
the dorianed image he had chiseled and preened
away through the years;

His muscular sheen, once strong and hard
had slipped and fallen and stretched a bit;
yet he still had that something,
at least thought that he did,
that portrayed him taller and certainly ahead
of the no-named second-placers
who never had won.

Yet, it was running its course,
sad to say, he could see
in spite of the nips and the tucks along the way
and the most fashionable fashions
he bedecked himself with
that dorianed image still lay just beyond
the mirrored self that he gazed upon.

So, he smiled teethily,
and picked at a spot — a peppercorn piece —
then he winked, and he turned,
and he hand-pressed his slacks
and went back to the party
where a minor uproar
broke out ‘mongst his guests
as he bowed low once more.

And his image — true image —
watched from back of the glass
and waited, self-assured that time still passed
and was running its course.

Copyright © by Lawrence S. Marsden, 14 May, 2014

 

Buying Time

14 Apr

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Buying Time

by L. Stewart Marsden

Not sure what the exchange rate is these days for time. It varies — but only on a personal one-to-one basis. In a crowd, for example, there is probably a mix of people who need time to speed up or slow down. There are a few who are oblivious to it and frankly, don’t care one way or other.

Inevitably, all are conscious of it, and do have a real need for things to slow down or to speed up.

Not sure where you go to purchase it. Maybe the plastic surgeon. Maybe a health food store. Maybe to the bank for a loan extension, or filing an extension for your tax return. Perhaps the teacher delays the deadline for your term paper, or reschedules that big test to next week.

However it is you manage to buy it, the result is pretty much the same: a great big sigh of relief!

Whew! That Botox and tummy tuck pulled a few years off my stretchy skin! Ah, those multivitimins will boost my resilience to all sorts of aging factoids! Yes! I have 90 more days to get paid up on my mortgage or my car payment! Thank god I can wait a couple of months before filing! No need to start my research! I’ll cram next week, after this weekend at the lake!

I do this all the time. Buy time. Or just plain ignore it and hope it will go away.

But, time has a way of catching up.

The sags, bags, and other body lags just won’t snap back. Plus, additional creaks and leaks beset the body as well.

Health food becomes like cardboard. And how many daily dosage containers can one person keep track of?

Taxes. They just come back year after year. Never stop. Like the tide.

Debt piles up and accrues interest, which is not very. Interesting, that is.

The term paper comes due, the teacher says “Get out a piece of paper,” and the theme to Dragnet (click here) plays in your head.

Like I said, time has a way of catching up, of slipping through your fingers, of sneaking up on you and catching you off your guard.

Pretty clever/nasty little booger, time is.

Would love to stick around, but don’t have the  time.

Time on my hands

11 Apr

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I’ve got time on my hands
and don’t know what to do;
it’s a luxury and
also a burden, too.

I feel obligated
to do or act or – what?
Why this inner discomfort?
Why this need to plot?

If it’s this turmoilish to tarry,
then, how to retire?
How big an adjustment?
Why not just expire?

Go out with a bang
At the peak of the race?
Careen off the road
At an incredible pace?

Or, could it be
that slowing down’s not so bad?
Giving time to reflect
on the time that I’ve had?

I suppose, in itself,
that might not be so great –
looking back at the stumbles,
and all the mistakes.

At any rate,
I’ve got time on my hands,
Don’t know quite what to do –
It’s a luxury, and,
a bit of a burden, too.

The Clocks Are Ticking

20 Apr

The Clocks Are Ticking
by L. Stewart Marsden

There’s a clock
that keeps stock
of the National Debt,
Seventeen trillion so far
and counting;

There’s a clock
keeping stock
of those fallen to cancer,
nearly two million this year
and mounting.

And deaths
from drunk driving?
Over 3,000’s the toll.
A significant number:
teens’n alcohol.

One ticking
the deaths from tobacco
every six seconds one gasps,
More than 40 mil smokers since this century began
have finally breathed out their last.

Every stat that exists
is measured like this
tick-tock, some more dire than others,
As the hands circumspect, ignored, I suspect
We’re too busy to see or be bothered.

But there’s a clock
that is keeping stock
of the loss of a national treasure
and the total sums there really do scare
me and others well beyond measure.

I believe that one day
we’ll be called to repay,
in the presence of all those dear children
whose lives were forfeited when the crimes were committed
and those babies we let slip away.

This is not a politically correct poem and I’m not trying to point fingers. Since 1980, worldwide, more than 1.25 billion abortions have been performed. Didja get that? One point two-five BILLION! It is a staggering statistic! More than a billion lives lost, not to war, not to disease nor starvation, not to catastrophic natural events such as tornadoes, earthquakes or hurricanes. Not to accidental death. The rate, worldwide, is more than one abortion per second. However many seconds it takes you to read this poem and footnote, that’s how many abortions have been performed PLUS about half again more!

The majority of these abortions are due to unwanted pregnancies. There is a simple solution to drastically reduce these numbers: birth control. Birth control may fly in the face of many religions, but, really, what WOULD Jesus do? Then there’s the guy who says “But I want to feel it, Baby!” Then, when baby begins, the guy is content to say, “Well, I didn’t think it would happen.” The operative words here are, “didn’t think.”

But, he will be glad to drop you off at some clinic so he won’t have to “father up.” I can identify. My brain was in my penis for quite some time. When people ask me “How many kids do you have?” I have to answer honestly, “Five that I know of.”

Don’t laugh. This truth is not funny. Bill Cosby does not have a routine about abortion to my knowledge. The popular TV show, “Two and a half  Men” should not be the standard men — or women — aim for.

It’s not a pretty reality. But I’d like you, regardless on your stand on abortion or women’s rights or the sanctity of life, to click here and visit the clock I’ve referenced in the poem above. Take a look at the various data and think about them. That’s all I ask. Just think.