Time began at half past three
When Ug said to Og “Come meet me”
Og by her nature was of course late
Ug was quick to note the mistake
The pair then proceeded to disagree
So the whole concept of time
Seems a mistake to me
Padre
Late Ever Since
Time
Relativity
German Time:
Eight – forty on the head
I arrived precisely at the time I said
UK Time:
I said I’d meet you at half past eight
Sorry to be running a little late
African Time:
I’m here now there was no need to call and call
By the way, what’s that pretty round thing on the wall
Padre
Greenwich Mean Time
It is that time of year again
When clocks swing back from eleven to ten
When days get darker in mid-afternoon
Owing to a government mandate changing noon
So British Summer has come to an end
Until March – when we bend time again
Padre
Neuvember
Today is the First of Neuvember
The month you thought would never come
And though it only has twenty-eight days
Each is dedicated to fun
In Neuvember work is suspended
Every day you can just sleep in
And in Neuvember you can eat what you want
And still always remain thin
Neuvember is the kind of invention
That we have been waiting for
And if you enjoy the weeks of Neuvember
We should petition for more!
Padre
Daily
Daily tasks, each in their turn
Like time itself – cyclic
The work each day – much like the day before
Yet, driven by the seasons mystic
Time and the milking wait for no man
Such are their firm demands
A time to sow, a time to reap
A time to milk, a time to sleep.
Padre
2:19 – A Poem in the Chant Form
Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay
It’s two-nineteen twice a day
For time immemorial it’s been that way
It’s two-nineteen twice a day
Two-twenty is but a few ticks away
It’s two-nineteen twice a day
Whether it’s digital or an analog array
It’s two-nineteen twice a day
The photo above – this displays
Padre
“The chant poem is about as old as poetry itself. In fact, it may be the first form poetry took. Chant poems simply incorporate repetitive lines that form a sort of chant. Each line can repeat, or every other line. It’s easy to find many poetic forms that incorporate chanting with the use of a refrain. However, a chant poem is a little more methodical than a triolet or rondeau. (Writer’s Digest).”
Teresa Grabs, Poetry Challenge #1
Rewinding Time
Seven-year-old Jeffery sat impatiently as his dad watched the Five O’clock News. He was waiting for it to finish so he could watch his programme.
As he sat, messing with a Rubik’s Cube he heard the politician say, “We need to continue to make progress. We can’t return to the outdated polices of the past. You can’t rewind time, no matter how appealing that might be to some on the Right.”
“Yes you can,” Jeffery said.
“Yes, you can – what – Jeffery?” Dad asked.
“Yes, you can ‘rewind time’,” the Year Two said.
“Sorry Mate, but it can’t be done,” his dad said trying not to dash the boy’s confidence.
“Okay,” Jeffery said, “Just think about it. Dr. Who travels all over the place, and goes to the future and to the past.”
“That’s make believe,” his dad said, “and besides not everyone has a TARDIS.”
“And what about back in October Half Term? We turned the clock back then, and everybody did it,” the boy said with arms crossed defiantly across his chest.
“I think you have me there, Mate,” Dad said. “Let’s hope there is some more time rewinding, I could use the extra sleep.”
Padre
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge : “rewinding time”
Note to North Americans Year two is approximately Second Grade.
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