
The hydrogen powered air car pictured above is the physical manifestation of poetry it tells the stories of wondrous times and places yet to come it captivates the imagination opening up the possibilities of the endless futures that might be.
The hydrogen powered air car pictured above is the physical manifestation of poetry it tells the stories of wondrous times and places yet to come it captivates the imagination opening up the possibilities of the endless futures that might be.
In the spirit of this page, I would like to present, as a first poem not done by me, a poem of true inspirational quality. It comes from the 12 Golden Power Books they are about some of the most powerful men in history and how they made and held on to their fortunes. The stories in these books, like these poems, are inspirational.
Yesterdays gone
it was only a dream
Of the past there is nothing but remembrance
Tomorrows a vision thrown on hopes screen
a will of the wisp a mere semblance
Why morn & grieve over yesterdays ills
Or paint memories pictures with sorrows
Why worry or fret for worrying kills
Over things that won’t happen tomorrow
Yesterday gone it shall never return
Peace to its ashes and calm
Tomorrow no human has ever discerned
Still hope trust and faith are its balm
This moment is all that I have of my own
To use well or waste as I may
For I know that my future depends alone
On the things that I do today
This moment my past and my future I form
I can make it want ever I choose
By the deeds & the acts I now perform
By the words and the thoughts that I use
So I fear not the future or morn for the past
Cause I do all I’m able today
Living each moment as through it were My last
perhaps it is, who knows, who can say
The way I think controls my life
it cuts much deeper than the surgeon’s knife
love is so real you can taste and touch steel
so, you know what you feel
yes, life to is real
my heart surely beats, my pulse often Quicken
as I run to the nights fears sometime beckon
yet I keep moving on
for I know what I am
a creature of God who is spawned from man
time never stops, Nor shall it ever return
so, I, look ahead and I watch, and I yearn
and with love and compassion
I see myself grow
and though time moves on
I know that I know.
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