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    While We Still Have Time
    While We Still Have Time
    While We Still Have Time
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    While We Still Have Time

    By Peter V.G. Kristiansen

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    A collection of great poems written in two different Millennia, which are all treating the concept of "time", but each on their own also deal with love, hatred, regression, politics, infatuation, chance, despair and friendship. A picture of the era on both sides of the turn of the 3rd Millennium as seen through the eyes of a young man who eventually grew up.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPeter V.G. Kristiansen
    Release dateAug 29, 2013
    ISBN9781301140435
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      While We Still Have Time - Peter V.G. Kristiansen

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      Initial remarks

      I have been writing poetry since I went to high school.

      Not always with much success.

      Yet I have persevered.

      The poems you hold in your hands

      Are all about

      Time

      Yours, mine, ours

      Everybody’s time – all times

      Time as a concept

      And some are also about

      Love, infatuation, hatred

      And denial

      The oldest is from 1985 and some are from this year

      That’s a long time

      But maybe time stands still

      I sometimes hate my poems with that

      Self-hatred

      Only the poet can have

      I find them strange, weird

      I feel alienated towards them

      I don’t understand them

      Sometimes, I cannot believe that it was

      Me

      Who wrote them

      I feel like banging my head against them wall in

      Frustration

      Over them

      Tear them asunder

      Burn them

      Flush them down the drain

      Make the written unwritten

      Never see them again

      But mostly I care about them

      They are part of me

      They mean a lot to me

      They are my innermost thoughts

      They are my heart blood

      They are my tears

      Please be gentle with them.

      Aalborg, Denmark, August 2013

      Peter V.G. Kristiansen

      Maybe time stands still

      Long time before time

      Space is conceived from nothing

      Space comes out of nowhere

      Dense clouds of organic dust

      Through the ecstatic dance of galaxies

      Fertilised by the light of the sun

      Heading for infinity

      Towards the finite

      Into the beginning

      It begins now

      Now it begins

      Yesterday starts tomorrow

      Today is already long gone

      Maybe time stands still

      In the empty thoughts of the stupid

      Or in a plough not ploughing

      In innocence

      Or in a scale not weighing

      Between the houses

      Or in broken glass

      Maybe time stands still

      In ancient oaks

      In heavy blue mountains

      In silence

      In time

      Before the storm

      The mist drifts across the road

      At the place

      In the forest

      Where the people of the night meet up

      And significantly impairs

      The outlook

      Somewhere close by

      In a mist-covered field

      On the burned-down straws

      The soldiers are resting

      This last night

      Heroic you

      You are a hero

      Heroically you have rejected

      You are not well

      You

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