Constants

Constants

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Drifting in thought

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Sun, moon and stars look down on earth,
these are the constants since our birth,
along with ocean's ebb and flow.

The biting cold brings bridal snow
which melts when warmer days appear.
And spring brings bluebells out to thrill,
red tulips and gold daffodils,
though these in time will fade and die.

Black storm clouds chase across the sky,
great chariots at breakneck speed.
Take heed that those you love the most
are fragile in the span of time.

On planet blue, our days are brief,
too soon, too soon comes onset grief
as each heart's clock will pause and stop.

How many years will we have here?
In truth our future can't be seen.
Some charmed, will age like fine red wine,
while some will hardly get the chance
to put their small feet on the floor,
before they exit out the door.

Our mark when we depart this sphere?
When we have reached our setting sun,
when we're about to cross the bar,
how will our Maker measure us?
Will he count our kindest deeds,
like cookies in a clear glass jar?

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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This poem is meaningful and very deep, with many notions about our life span a when our time is up; do we pass this earth gracefully or with a bang?what will become of our legacy when we do pass on? Who is to judge us? We have no idea of out fate, but we know that all of will pass on….sometimes too soon…we know nothing of the span of our lives….very well crafted Chris
Best, B

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Pleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day. read more
Betty Hermelee

11 Months Ago

I will!!! Have a great Coronation Day!!! exciting for Brits!
Best to you,
B>
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Such a historical day. Much colour and pageantry. A treat to watch history in the making :)



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dear Chris... "there is nothing so Constant as Change"... your poem has touched a Chord with me.
When you think of how many years have been spent in "growing" and becoming who we are...
the Sun and Moon and Stars have been "on watch" for us. We are so intricately designed ... even the Pine trees grieve when we are gone. Your poem is intimately written on Parchment. softly, Pat

Posted 12 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

12 Months Ago

Your reviews Pat always poetic and beautiful. You were in my thoughts, especially yesterday. I hope .. read more
Patricia Wedel

12 Months Ago

dear Chris… love the lyrics of your poem…
My Spirits are up there like a Lark.. is a lo.. read more
my maker i suspect will begin the questioning along the lines of ... Mr Bujold, how many cookies do you imagine it takes to fill perdition? to which i reply: not sure, but i am willing to give it a try. :)

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

12 Months Ago

Ha ha Ken. I love your humour and can picture this playing out:) Thanks for the smile. Have a good T.. read more
This is so beautiful Chris
One of my favourites of yours if not my favourite now !!
Love the simplicity
The truth
Yes we do not know when our time will end here
Let’s not take life for granted it’s a gift 🎁
Great poem x

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

12 Months Ago

So pleased this is a favourite with you Julie. Love your review. Many thank yous.

Ch.. read more
I had to check this one for an offside flag Chris, but then I noticed you're only featuring it and it wasn't written in these spring filled days, which aren't all that springy today and are more soggy than spring. But I am told it is but a blip and the much vaunted heatwave is still just around the corner, which leads me to wish that the weather had VAR, which states, no offside - play on.
We are never guaranteed a use by date, never mind a best before date and we can only ponder and hope that it will be in the far, far away and live as best we can, until our cards are punched and we end this journey or begin another, depending on optimism levels.
Personally I'm hoping for the big sleep, in the comfiest bed known, where alarm clocks are illegal and pillows are just like giant marshmallows, but less sticky.
My biggest worry over death is if I get my favourite Whittards hint of orange hot choc, with 9 mini mallows and made from proper milk and not that semi-skilled muck that everyone likes to pretend is real milk and not the flavoured water that it truly is!
Ps... Just in case, let the big beard guy in the clouds know.... Its WHITTARDS HINT OF ORANGE, 9 MINI MALLOWS AND REAL MILK! 😊

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

12 Months Ago

Ha ha. Satan’s jock strap? Nearly spat my tea out !!!!
John Prophet

12 Months Ago

In the infinite span of time. Our existence rings no bells. Great write.
JP
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you JP. Your thoughts appreciated.
"Like cookies in a clear glass jar" It doesn't get much clearer than that. And what of the sins, beans in a big sack? Not sure how many cookies my jar holds but I hope it is enough because I've got more beans that you can count. I liked this Chris.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

12 Months Ago

Good morning from me will. Pleased to hear you enjoyed this older poem. Thanks so much and have a l.. read more


you sure got the measure of this great planet of ours and of us as just a mere speck of it .. beautifully composed and am glad to have found it and absorbed it, before I decompose :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

12 Months Ago

Thank you Neville for your lovely review. Please don’t decompose. Pleased you found this oldie whi.. read more
Neville

12 Months Ago


.... twas nowt but a pleasure and all mine :)
Our time on this beautiful gift of a planet is indeed brief, no more than a blink of the creator's eye in the grand scheme of things. But if we make good use of that time, show compassion for others, walk as straight a path as we can, then we will have made our mark in the best possible way.

A thought provoking poem that quite beautifully progressed our journey through life.

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Beccy, only four years late. Thank you for your lovely review. An apology.

Chr.. read more
Hmmm things to think about- pure of heart? What we leave behind can be a measure I guess how we made people feel, did we leave the world a better place? Wonderful words I could see the clouds moving - beautiful - sometimes I widh I was back travelling Mexico or in Alaska where we learn as we travel the earth- the now is all we have🌹

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Kelly. Your visit and thoughts appreciated.

Chris
‘Thoughts In Time’🌹

5 Years Ago

PLeasure always🌹
You've portrayed our lives uncomfortably well, good poetess.
An exceptional poem!


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy.

Chris
This was a very deep spoken write about the measures of life the beauty and the wages of it leaving . Each thing must leave and a rebirth comes in new.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

All things pass, and then rebirth, how true. thank you Jon.

Chris
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5 Years Ago

Your very welcome:)

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