|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|Where does the time go, Ron. So fast especially when you are writing. Then all of a sudden, it's time to get tea. Cheers|
|Reviewed by Charles Neff
|Hi Ron, One of your best, a spot-on way of noting that something important is a work even when we're not. I'm reminded of a scene in the movie "Beat he Devil" when in a bar (where else?) someone asks Peter Lorre, "what is time?" His pause says it all, as he raises his glass (or did he just stare at - no matter, he says, with a tone and meter that only he had: "Time is a thief." By the way, Beat the Devil was ironically made by a whole bunch of people as a spontaneous act against boredom when they were together with too much time on their hands!
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|Wonderful, lyrical poem about the "time thief" and all of our limitations to escape him. I enjoyed this very much.
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Approximately Naive
|Lyrical piece using appropriate time devices, a skill that I admire.
As the farmer I once worked with in my teens - and I do mean teens - used to say, "Time goes on." I learned that this was his way of punctuating a conversation, no matter who started it, that he had no interest in developing. As I get older it seems that time itself has taken a leaf from his book and is similarly keen to punctuate each DAY long before I get round to developing it.
Incidentally, have you seen the Time Bandits film? Be great to have that map.
|Reviewed by Ed J.
|Time is a silent thief. It cannot be felt, seen or contained, only measured. Link to the past seem to keep some memories vivid while others fade in moments. One moment in time can last a lifetime in ones mind. You have catured time as it exists within our fleeting moment we share of it.
Stay well and keep writing
|Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
|time escapes us all, well written.|
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
|Very clever way of penning something we all must play with..Time...Sometimes, as you have stated so very well, the time bandit rules....
Thank you, Ron
|Reviewed by Lakshmi Sharma
|An interesting use of something that might be called doggerel rhyme, but not used for a trivial subject. A sensitive piece of of verse showing how Time slips out of our lives without warning us.|
|Reviewed by Danny Pinkerton
|Time is so precious, I love this poem :-)|
|Reviewed by Teresa Walker
|Enjoyed this Ron,
We run fast the race for time has no end...
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|..and at last we have to say it doesn't exist at all;
very much enjoyed your evaluation and exploration here,
Ron, delivered in a deceptively simple style masking much
sorry i'm late getting here
but so much has been going on
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The theme you share via your verses here is an ageless and universal one, Ron. I can relate. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can almost feel time flowing past my face... ...like a breeze. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|This is so beautiful....enjoyed every line of it...simply devouring...And sharing too :) best wishes....neerja
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|... just shows how we must make the most of the moment, Ron, realising that's all we've ever got. I was very struck by our Gold Medal Longjumper underlining how life is mostly about defeat and "downers", rather than the few-and-far-between "ups", and, like this poem, it hardened my resolve to keep perspective and not be fooled by the elusive carrot on a stick. Superbly rendered with your customary clarity and precision... tick-tock! :)) xx|
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|The tiume bandit leaves us always wishing for about thirty hours in every day. I don't think thee's a solution, but it's fun to talk about it. Whoops! The time bandit just struck again!!!
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|RON ... WELL SAID, FRIEND!
As I just told my Lady yesterday:
The Past is History - we cannot Change it - it is Gone!
The Future is Tomorrow - we have no Control!
The Present - TODAY -is ALL we have ... Use it Wisely! ENJOY IT!
"Time & Tide wait for No man!"
Peace ... Tom...
|Reviewed by Duke LaRance
|The older we get, the faster the time flies. In polite, white society I have to find a way to exist in Mountain Time, but in my mind, I'm always on Injun Standard Time.
Muskodayn Bishkikee Ziishib
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Now I lie me down to sleep..Lord
I have have done all I can with
this day, but if there is to be
another..I promise to try harder
for the time alloted *Ron*
such is the poet for the knowing
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|the 'time bandit' met its match with Rod Taylor's 'time machine' - i prefer the Meinhart and Jenkins 'time machine' - every pass was music to my ears on the Northeast, MD tarmac on Saturday nights - Ed Ames knew that "time, time, stirs the endless sea, makes the stars go round to sky's bright song" - so stop thief, stop - I wish you love and peace my friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|We are the ones racing to that line while time just is. We pass time. Oh, you really got me going here!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|It passes to fast Ron, great poem.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|The time bandit rules,
and steals from the fools,
wasting days and nights.
A most powerful reminder that we have so little time to waste.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Rhyme u can find
and time can be un-kind, smoke em if u got em, time to un-wind...e
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|An Excellent write in perfect rhyme and flow laura|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|great write, time melts away in my world too.|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|We are are own time bandits; sometimes with the help of an accomplice or two...
We can throw away time the way St François gave his father's money away. It all depends on the motivation, I guess...
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Light with poignancy.|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Lively lilt and sooooo much fun, Ronald! Thanks for this delightfully entertaining write!
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|So delightful and melodic, this one!
|Reviewed by Edward Phillips
|He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Tic tic tic even if not a watch is worn, or a clock to see so does the sun rise and set. What is... is... and if we could only stop the morning and dawning of it. Unfortunately, it is reality and we grow, we change, we learn, we regret, and we just wish time could be halted.
Like Jerry, I'm always happy when I wake up and notice for one my name is not in the obituary and I am still on this side of the grass :)
Wonderful poem to time Ron
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Aye, I may have run out of rhyme, Ron, but Time is my friend. Each morning when I open my eyes I silently say, "Thank you Time, another day is mine."|