The Sands of Time

Book Details

 

Language: English

Publication Date : 10/31/2012

 

Format: Softcover

Dimensions: 6×9

Page Count: 202

ISBN: 9781479720729

Format: Hardcover

Dimensions: 6×9

Page Count: 202

ISBN: 9781479720736

Format: E-Book

Dimensions:  N/A

Page Count:  202

ISBN: 9781479720743

THE VOLUMES OF POETRY

 

These volumes of poetry offer different insights into the human condition.  It ranges from teenage poems to old age poems.  They are applicable to all humanity and are not restricted to any one race, religion or people. 

The poems are sometimes strictly structured.  They written in stanza form, couplets and quatrains.

The poems in general are life-affirming and offer hope.  A lot are on religious themes.  Most deal with emotions as that is part of the human condition.  However, some also deal with topical problems facing the earth.  Some are devoted to animals

Some poems are quite compressed and some are more loosely constructed.  The poems in general are life-affirming and offer hope.  A lot are on religious themes.  Most deal with emotions as that is a large and integral part of the human condition.  However, some also deal with topical problems facing the earth.

The volumes, I hope, show a development in my maturity in the rhyme scheme and subject matter.  Many of the later poems are in free verse generally.

 

SANDS OF TIME

 

This is the first volume of a set of poetry books.  It spans poems of my teenage life from 1970 to 1975. The poems are about life, love, philosophy, nature, man and on a religious theme.  A number of poems are based on my take on a character in a book and my attempt to personify those emotions and sometimes the actions of the protagonist.  Some of the poems are just my thoughts and reflections on different issues

A Soliloquy

Aug, 26, 1972

 

How frail is earthly bondage

How transitory our age

How gossamer our fidelity

How unrealistic reality

How cruel is beauty

How vapid is duty

How ephemeral human aspirations

How temporary our habitation

We seldom, if ever, contemplate.

How fleet is time

How short our prime

How uncertain life

How inhumane our strife

How mocking is youth

When still devoid of truth

How ambiguous is speech

That orators preach

Poets and philosophers did realize.

Passion’s betrayal

Is never ephemeral,

Love’s demand

Maybe honour’s reprimand,

To desires bond

We always respond,

To the age old need

We must forever feed,

Helpless, the enmeshing net to break.