Time has Stolen My Space Hopper

Ben1976 By Ben1976, 9th Dec 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A short, surrealist poem about the passage of time, regret, and childhood memories of the toys and friends we abandon along the way.


Time has Stolen my Space Hopper

Time has stolen my Space Hopper,
punctured my hope,
fired Wasps at the spokes of my bicycle.
It has played Swingball with broken promises,
spouted more nonsense than Dr Suess,
given away my dreams,
broken love beyond all use.

Time has lined my forehead,
broken the bones of my career,
dislocated a sense of direction,
run poison through my veins,
given my pets their proper Latin names.

Time has run away with the afternoon,
replaced the Sun, with the reflected glory of the moon.
It has stolen my friends, replaced them with memories,
and far too many acquaintances.
Time has stolen my Space Hopper,
misplaced my Frisbee,
lost the batteries to my Major Morgan,
thrown dust over the floor and the broom,
and said if you don’t visit here,
you can’t call this your room.


Childhood, Regret Passage Of Time Poetry

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author avatar Retired
10th Dec 2011 (#)

What is the moon without reflection of sun,
For it borrows shining light.
It is the Golden Ray the Only one,
Shining at the dead of night.

For the friend to call your own,
Will never give up the fight.
It is the pain of deception to mourn,
For the sun just holds on tight.

Creating grounding, with gravity around,
Lending heat to create the light,
It does the whole world so surround,
While moon shines at the dead of night.

Burning Twinkling stars, shining moon, with wax and wane,
The regular Sun moves nears and fars,
With the greatest immortal strain.

The child on bicycle does move forward,
But it does return to the source,
For that is the root of its life now onward,
The past never changes its course.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 11th December 2011

It just means to say that the Sun is here to stay otherwise Planet Earth will die and so will we.
The child on the bicycle learns to ride but will always come back and remember the one who taught them to ride.
It is like the foundation of a house, a bricklayer starts with one brick at a time.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
29th Nov 2014 (#)

Do we progress or regress - we should be mindful of this question all the time. Thought provoking poem - siva

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