Many men are like clocks that show one hour and strike another.
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Just One Of Those Mornings
I woke up this morning in a confused state
and found myself part of a huge mistake.
Here I was amidst a time contradiction,
which left its telling to pure prediction.
I thought I was in another dimension,
where chaos ruled by deliberate intension.
What is the correct time I repeatedly asked myself
the wall clocks all differ to the one on the shelf.
Our mobile phones display different times
and the microwave clock is an hour behind.
I'll check with Sky news, their clocks always on,
but why do some show that an hour has gone?
My mind is searching for a rational explanation,
be logical I thought after some deliberation.
My eureka moment came when my head cleared,
thank God an hour gets lost only once a year.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable, I wish I was comfortable,
'Cause I could show you loveable and sit another hour with you.
Sympathy, I need a little sympathy.
You ask me what I wanna be, I wanna little time with you.
If I could just see you again, i'd show you who I am.
If I could be with you again, i'd show you what, i'd show you what is
Uncomfortable, I wish I was comfortable,
'Cause I could show you loveable and sit another hour with you.
Apathy, I wish that wasn't half of me.
I hope it's not the end of me, just wish i'd never made it come true.
If I could just see you again, i'd show you who I am.
If I could be with you again, i'd show you what, i'd show you what is
Uncomfortable, I wish I was comfortable,
'Cause I could show you loveable and sit another hour with you. (I could show you)
And sit another hour with you. (I could show you)
And sit another hour with you. (I could show you)
And sit another hour with you. (I could show you)
And sit another hour with..
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Hearts are like clocks
Hearts work like clocks
Ticking and tocking
Turning and spinning
Hearts work like clocks
Fragile
Gentle
Hearts work like clocks
Some are broken
Some are fixed
Hearts are like clocks
Every one has been broken
Everyone has been fixed
Hearts are like clocks
They are all bonded by something
And
Someone
poem by Joelstine Gonzaga
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Near the Black Forest
Living in a house
near the Black Forest,
without any clocks,
she's begun
to listen to the walls.
Her neighbors have clocks,
not one
but twenty clocks apiece.
Sometimes
a claque of clocks
applauds
the passing of each day.
Listen to the walls
& wind your watch.
Poor love, poor love,
have they caught you
by the pendulum?
Do they think they've
got you stopped?
Have you
already gathered how,
living near the Black Forest,
she gets by
on cups of borrowed time?
poem by Erica Jong
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Craft
When, having finished, I shall move my armchair,
The page will gasp, awakened from the strain.
Delirious, she is half asleep at present,
Obedient to suspense and to the rain.
The heaviness of burnt-out ships has numbed her,
Prostrated, weighted down her senseless form;
You cannot dupe this one by false pretences-
It is the poet who will keep her warm.
I told her at an hour (its secret shudder
Vouchsafed by fancy) when the winter will
Light up green screeching ice, fed up with waiting
Behind an office worker's window sill,
And clocks in banks and other public places,
While drinking in the snow and outside's dark,
Will suddenly jump up and strike-their faces
Crossed by the clockhands at the 'seven' mark-
At such a deep, at such a fateful hour,
I made the page wake up and take her chance,
To put on hood and scarf, and venture out to
Descendants, strangers, shaking off her trance.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Darkley, Co.Armagh
Three decades past
WAs I exacting Doreen Birch
Whose innocence (a captious word)
Was wreathed
In smiles at party-time
Before the glozing weight of ease
Distilled the temperate heat of blood?
Guns tick away
As august clocks
(Tolerances widening by the hour
Thin as the innocence of Hallowe'en
Strike with irregularity
Uncertain of what day is is
They mirror all, all
They are become
Who ceased kissing
By the apple tree
In olive groves?
Where yer man weeps
For himself rocks melt
Into saxon herringbone;
Walls casually reified
To obstruct pain
Or other tendencies
Men having had, deny.
poem by Paul HADFIELD
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I once made love for an hour and fifteen minutes, but it was the night the clocks are set ahead.
quote by Garry Shandling
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We gave the show away and in return, we received a certain number of minutes per hour for the three-hour show that we could sell to Madison Avenue. One of the first sponsors was MGM Records.
quote by Casey Kasum
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Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.
quote by Michael Ende
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Time
time
the clock lies
the hour is still around
never passes
only our body has revolted
the world too
in fact the whole universe
time
the clock lies
the hour is still around
never passes
only our physique
and the material
have failed to rise up to the occasion
they are the real clocks
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The fact is that daytime television is less valued than nighttime, and it's partly because of the product that we produce. We do a one-hour show in 12 hours. Nighttime produces a one-hour show in seven to nine days.
quote by Deidre Hall
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The City Clocks
THE City clocks point out the hours
They look like moons on their darkened towers-
And I who was shown my destination
Thrice, but have no sense of location,
Am back again at one or the other
Looming clocks that have changed the figure.
Moments a thousand have hurried over,
And the sought place is as far as ever.
The City clocks point out the hours
They look like moons on their darkened towers;
That Time and Place are a tangled skein
Their mingled strokes say over again.
poem by Padraic Colum
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Earth Hour - It's just a click
earth hour
in the darkness
brightness
earth hour
i bask in the energy of love
wrapping round earth
earth hour, just
a click to reduce
mother earth's woes
earth hour
just a click to unite
the world
earth hour
needed - the same spirit
to fight the recession
from MSN:
Do you want to show you care about energy conservation? Simply switch off your lights on March 28 from 8: 30 to 9: 30 p.m., local time.
This is Earth Hour, and Saturday is the third annual worldwide event. Earth Hour is both a symbolic act and the start of a practical habit.
Millions of homes and businesses and hundreds of major landmarks will go dark for one hour to show that energy conservation is important and to send this message to political leaders attending the United Nations Climate Change Conference in December 2009.
At the same time, Earth Hour reminds each of us how easy it is to conserve - just turn off non-essential lights and electronics to reduce our own power consumption.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Cage
In the waking night
The forests have stopped growing
The shells are listening
The shadows in the pools turn grey
The pearls dissolve in the shadow
And I return to you
Your face is marked upon the clockface,
My hands are beneath your hair
And if the time you mark sets free the birds
And if they fly away towards the forest
The hour will no longer be ours
Ours is the ornate birdcage
The brimming cup of water
The preface to the book
And all the clocks are ticking
All the dark rooms are moving
All the air's nerves are bare.
Once flown
The feathered hour will not return
And I shall have gone away.
poem by David Gascoyne
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Strike Up The Band
Let the drums roll out
Let the trumpet call
While the people shout
Strike up the band
Hear the cymbals ring
Callin one and all
To the martial swing,
Strike up the band
There is work to be done, to be done
Theres a war to be won, to be won
Come, you son of a son of a gun,
Take your stand
Fall in line, yea a bow
Come along, lets go
Hey, leader, strike up the band!
There is work to be done, to be done
Theres a war to be won, to be won
Come, you son of a son of a gun,
Take your stand
Fall in line, yea a bow
Come on, lets go
Hey, leader, strike up
Hey, leader, strike up
Hey, leader, strike up the band
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Spontaniety 101
no excuses at this hour
we do what we can do
just that no language barrier
over feelings that gush like
wall clocks and springboards
you stand naked on top of our
sights on that board
below is the blue water of the pool
it is deep and then
you let go of that body
and like a bullet penetrates the
plainness
not painless really but
there is this sense of
i did it
i did it
on purpose and those of you
you see that
embrace regret.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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T-birds
Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, t-birds.
You show, you show, whiplash go.
You show, you show, t-birds. mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
On the dot in the slot, tie the knot.
On the dot timed kisses.
In the slot on the dot, tie the knot.
In the slot, no misses.
Mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun conquerer.
Two thousand years ago... a great race... warriors... lived in... they had many gods... mayans... gods... mazatlan... (if you can fill in these blanks please email [email protected])
Black sun worshipper.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up plumed serpent.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up, my t-bird.
Serpent curl.
T-bird, rule the world.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun born again.
Oh I love my t-bird, t-bird.
song performed by by Blondie
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Ya Tvoya Ne Pervaya
hello...
hello...
do you see wind?
so what?
just look at the window.
so what?
it was sun yesterday
so what?
why are you always saying the same thing?
i am-answering machine.
Just to calm down,
silence is gold,
radio insomnia,
station parting.
who will get who,
coins will show?
who will be left to who,
by nerves, pills?
behind the windows at night
(she) will yell and break,
this doesn't count, this doesn't count.
(she is) faithful, not faithful,
i am not your first,
you are my sudden.
(you)show, show, show, show,
show, show me love.
(you) show, show, show, show
why, why am i with you.
(you)show, show, show,show
show, show me love.
(you)show, show, show, show
why, why am i with you.
i guess (someone) will refuse,
easier not to meet (not to introduce ourselves to each other)
who of us will refuse,
just to calm down.
girls like girls,
and then- sleepwalkers.
Numbers and narrows,
Chocolate bars, wrappings.
(she)will hide, cry,
will, say, scare.
this doesn't count
i am not your first
you are my sudden.
(you)show, show, show, show,
show, show me love.
(you)show, show, show, show,
why, why am i with you.
(you)show, show, show, show,
show, show me love.
(you)show, show, show,show,
why, why am i with you.
show, show me love.....
show me love......
song performed by by Tatu
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There are so many people that have come up to me during our shows and tell me: ""The hour that we are watching your show is the hour that my kids are happiest and are smiling, they are laughing,"" and that is what I long to do.
quote by Miley Cyrus
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Second thoughts for MY Lady Irene
To time my lady’s attitude,
that she, not clocks is in control
She makes it clearly understood
that she considers on the whole.
That time is only relative
to what she wants or needs to do.
She’s most unlikely to forgive.
anyone who thinks she ought to
be ruled by clocks like other folk.
Content to hurry up and wait
she treats the whole thing as a joke.
When circumstances make her late.
She sees no need to fume and fuss
and those who do as ludicrous.
28-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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