Time - Acrostic Palindrome Revisited Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Titan Chronos wields sharp sickle, fickle Fate dictates gifts Gods
In second thoughts withdraw to pour cold water on fond hope,
Margin call all castles in the air to dust bring 'neath the sods,
Entropy replaces order, chaos borders balance, scope.

Time streams swiftly through our fingers, grain by grain brings joy or pain,
Individuals, generations too, soon drown beneath its weight,
Mystery, Life's tree, tapped, trapped in one dimension, ne'er again
Expressed is mind identical - though for rebirth some wait.


Time seeds seconds that it swallows as each follows each to teach
Idyll; Golden Age; soon harvests, rapeseed reaped with scarce a nod,
Mortality is empty dream, nothing living's out of reach
Ever will grim reaper gather what was given, trod to clod.

Time spins headlong, helter-skelter, alpha omega its hum,
Innate energy refocussed, hocus-pocus drawing blind,
Merging, surging, fresh emerging each dimension is assigned
Extra frequencies as harmonies seek equilibrium.

Thrust of course is force attraction contradictions overcome -
If upset the great equation’s recreated, recombined,
Musters flux, reflux ethereal, in many ways declined -
Echo-systems spectra spectral, strata senses tuned as one.

Time from nano into nano ages stages fossil fuelled
Interspersing glaciation, dehydration, round and round
Myths upon examination show their roots as underground
Emerges, surface surges, strata cooled, their sense retooled.

Thus what once anticipation seemed probation turns as, schooled,
Independent thought's adopted as tradition sound, profound
Marred by nations barring renovation, scar with strict surround,
Emphasizing naught surprising, innovations over-ruled.

Though new cycle spins unpin past wins while progress must address
Inventively the challenges its choices stimulate,
Migrating through some voices, denigrating other traits,
Eliminitating those which problems pose to those whose maladdress
Tends to influence trends 'safety', 'prudence', spendthrift short-term stress.
Interests vested often soften tracks original, contest
Modus operandi handy which could statust quo divest,
Elevating into icons past emoticon success


Time together birds of feather nests, two nurturing four more,
In addition for perdition they're included in Life's count,
Marking more for Death to tally, soon all rally scaffold mount,
Ever higher populations soar, regenerating core.


Tortoise Time of able fable, snide greed, pride, speed, overcome,
Is it justice? Is it balance? Those ahead drop d[r]ead behind
Making room through swift disposals for proposals less confined,
Express need for further testing, jesting, questing, inquest dumb.
Time, both tempter and pre-emptor, auctions choices bubble-gum
Into emptiness exploding, voices vacuum Lethe lined,
Mirage are Man's soujourn dreams it seems, all who thereon have dined
Entertain tall expectations rich which stumble, tumble numb.

Terrifying, self-denying, self-perpetuating stream
Is steamroller bowling wicket as it tickets no return,
Method into madness links as gladness sinks into cold urn,
Energy is dissipated into cryogenic steam.

Time mime mutates when neccessary, with celerity translates
Into viral spiral gyral splicing, tip top icing cake,
Monkey to man was plan began some take as grave mistake
Enterprising Time, downsizing, soon induces second state

That leads into more selection until all that came before
Isolate in microclimate dwindles into history,
Mocking once again of mice and men eternal mystery -
'Ergo cogito' no guarantee can offer ‘sum' in store.

Time destroys its own foundations, reconstructs by rule of thumb,
Intuition tunes to pattern ducts intelligence designed.
Mankind must press forward quickly, or its mainspring may unwind,
Ever onward, tripping, hasty, vicious forward spiral-scrum.

Time, true master of new master, swift may slave of slave become,
In a twinkling of an eyelid, with an inkling of the mind,
Most by wayside fall, once falling fail to rise, we seldom find
Each with grief reach silver lining welcome, wheel spins go and come.

Time, prestidigitator, spurns prestige, turns cycle score
Into room for rust when boom goes bust, to tomb entrusts the great
Meek may seek to rise through wise disguise but dice thrown own their fate,
Enter on examination predetermination's maw.

Tide scorns pride which at its zenith ride descendant has prepared,
Idyll spills its guts and penance flags, stills, pennant's breezy blow,
Mutes the bugle's cry to rally round the cause to none compared,
End of story, end of glory, bared or gory end below.

Through the needle wheedle riddle evolution in its drawer
Issues ready, choosy, steady, few new factors integrate.
Measures leisure pleasure treasured as a wide tide open gate,
Exit species flooded by fresh blooded budded to explore
Timely opportunities to tease priorities to draw
Instant conclusions from confusions which can decimate
Multitudes through feuds or manners rude to war or conjugate,
Efforts vain again are sanctionned by Time's hoar roar none ignore.

Time, an excellent musician, is tradition's drummer, drum,
Is clay pot and playful potter, Future's watch and spring to wind,
Mocking mortals' puny portals, while the motives of mankind
Echo ego phase or fashion, love, hate, passion, blink sink: done.

Texts once sacred held, identical spelled, test time's sickle cell
Iteration till salvation's source course changes, redefined,
Messiahs soon expire, out of synch with daily grind
Expressing novel govels, tocsin toll tradition's knell.

Time plays seasons, dismays reasons dumb, on much remaining mum
In/on Cause~Effect directions caught in matrix intertwined,
Minds not evanescent effervescent reassurance blind,
Each vibration rings strange changing strings recalculating sum.

Though if sum itself is dumb then all conclusions drawn are rum
Interjections on Time's sections, out of kilter, misaligned,
Much in golden braid internal, waits eternal, underlined
Ever by infernal pace we race to trace out space to plumb.

Time, the predator and dater, turns the bread of life to crumb,
Ices in a trice Life's waters, hopes as halters redefined;
Magician fly, man hard may try, high pyramids remind
Each our power, pomp pain hour stomp, vain flowers fast succumb.

Time, no evil knows, coeval is with all, withal is none,
Irons endings through beginnings when each innings' span's declined
Mutating, no postdating, wicketwards in double bind,
Essence waxes, wanes, through axis, planes, yet what explains its run?

Tempus fugit, Time is flying, soon we're lying in the dust,
Is it dying? Is it buying time? another turn to try?
Most would cook the books for second look, avoiding final sigh
Even though high odds against them lie when wake they take on trust.

These swift stanzas hold no moral, no bonanzas bold, no plum
Inspiring plan licks Time's trick wick untiring, predesigned,
Mirage tidal suicidal, bridle, bridal counter signed?
Egg and chicken plot's time-stricken as we quicken final strum.