Passing Moments



If all the World could only see,
The likes of Lives there yet to be;
And all the Planets in their Glory,
Shown down 'pon those who worry.

The gift of Futures yet to come;
To ride 'longside the Mighty One;
And all the World in all its tension,
Could once traverse the Fourth Dimension.

T'was written by a Sage of Old,
"This World was made up for the Bold!"
And the Earth may never see the sum,
Of 'morrows that will never come.

But what if Time is make believe,
A clever trick from someone's sleeve;
And all that was and e'er shall be,
Are lost to places none may see?

We look upon achievements done,
And say, “We are the Immortal One!"
And by the fury of a jealous God,
Are struck down to the filthy sod.

We shall yet grovel at His feet,
And know our Crimes will see defeat;
For we have slapped the face of God,
And turned away without a nod.

The Venture-Tracks of things to be,
Are gathered there for all to see;
To warp the scheme of all that is,
And know that there is more than this.
 
And God will laugh, for He does know,
That all of Life is but a show;
While the Comic theme that we play out,
Constructs in each a heavy doubt.

Yet I feel safe in what I know,
That Seasons come and Seasons go,
And Earth, like Time, will ever turn,
And Solar Flares will ever burn.

Should Time be real and on our side,
Perhaps we shall yet learn to ride,
At the side of the Mighty One,
And see Redemption for all save none.

Trekking Tracks in Fourth Dimension,
To ease this World of all her tension;
The Venture-Tracks of things to be,
The likes of Lives there yet to see.

And once again we come upon,
A Future of the World as one;
To know of Time and where it went;
To see all things as Heaven-sent.

If all the World could only see,
The likes of Lives there yet to be;
And all the Planets, in their Glory,
Shone down 'pon those who worry.

About this poem

-- SGT D. R. Spires Composed 1985 White Sands Missile Range, NM Cheers to you and all readers here, D. R. Spires https://www.amazon.com/D-R-Spires/e/B001K8JJPS/ Read something tonight; it's good for you.

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Written on 1985

Submitted by drspires on May 06, 2024

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
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Stanzas 13
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

D. R. Spires

Good day to all readers here. Born in Columbus, Ohio, my spark for writing was lit while attending Reynoldsburg High School. Being dyslexic -- a condition no one had ever heard of at the time -- I could barely read and could almost write by the time I was eight years old. I had to knuckle down and teach myself how to get into those things called books. At the age of 14, I even copied an entire novel on my Remington typewriter, trying to get a feel for the author’s charismatic lure. It was one of the “Lucky Starr” young-adult stories by Paul French (aka the legendary Isaac Asimov). While attending high school, I fell in love with, of all things, English 101, though my mental condition continues to confound me to this day (thank you, spellcheck). After high school, I stepped into a pair of Army boots, met my unexpected wife-to-be, and we toured this world of ours for 14 beautiful years with three equally impressive sons. Following Desert Storm, my wife gave me the ultimate ultimatum, and I had to leave military service. If the choice was between her and anything else, she got what she wanted. That was inevitable. Having had enough of packing and unpacking, shipping and flying and walking and driving and roaming, she wanted a permanent home, so… Well, taking up various technical occupations, I found time between working and sleeping to write another paragraph, a chapter or two. After 30 years together, my lovely wife passed away, and here do I still sit, still pounding out these confounding stories. My usual aim is science-fiction, but always an adventure, a sure boon for readers, young and old. From Alpha Centauri A to Vega, from Andromeda to the Whirlpool Galaxy, across dimensions and universes, to all stars and countless worlds between. Let go and fly, my friend, for surely an adventure awaits, “second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning.” Enjoy the written word, for nowhere else will you find such a variety of intrigue and adventure, love and hate, peace and turmoil, worry and relief, all in light-weight pages to fill the evening hours and lull you to a dream-filled sleep. I have been a warrior and a technician, a leader and a follower, a hater and a lover. As for my dyslexia, it remains here with me; still a bane, yet my current experiences include lauded publications, both creative and technical. My creative writing is generally science-fiction, now with three exciting publications. My technical writing encompasses both military and civilian worlds, with hundreds of highly detailed documents. Details -- it is there where my little demons thrive. more…

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  • Symmetry60
    This is simply too well written, creative and poetic to not get my vote. I am a staunch stickler for good writing. This is that and more. I wish whoever wrote this masterpiece the very best...so long as it doesn't beat mine. ;-) Best of luck, fellow poet. 
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  • maybury194
    This poem has depth to it. I like the flow of the prose.
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