Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
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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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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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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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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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All Things Being Constant
all things being constant,
there will still be hope.
or even just you, since i
have changed and swerved
on another curve
without you.
you being constant
and i coming back, carrying with
me
a handful of 'i am sorry'
' i will be good this time'
'forgive me'
and i kneel before your feet
pleading.
with you being constant
as the star of this house,
this shattered home,
these broken window glasses
and dirtied carpets
and muddy floors because
my shoes brought them in,
with you being constant,
like mother,
i too, can be, myself again,
i, too, can say,
damn, i am lucky, to have
mother in you,
damn, i am lucky,
like daddy.
i am really sorry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I model irregular clothing.
quote by Jay London
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Man
Weighing the steadfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date
And intercourse of times divide;
Where bees at night get home and hive, and flowers
Early, as well as late,
Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers;
I would, said I, my God would give
The staidness of these things to man! for these
To His divine appointments ever cleave,
And no new business breaks their peace;
The birds nor sow nor reap, yet sup and dine;
The flowers without clothes live,
Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.
Man hath still either toys or care;
He hath no root, nor to one place is tied,
But ever restless and irregular
About this earth doth run and ride;
He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where;
He says it is so far
That he hath quite forgot how to go there.
He knocks at all doors, strays and roams,
Nay, hath not so much wit as some stones have,
Which in the darkest nights point to their homes
By some hid sense their Maker gave;
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms
God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.
poem by Henry Vaughan
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I don't think I'm easy to talk about. I've got a very irregular head. And I'm not anything that you think I am anyway.
quote by Syd Barrett
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Time To Turn Back The Clocks
Time to turn back the clocks,
wishing I was twenty six,
and we where young again,
can't change time,
it is liner but one might wish it not to be,
twenty two or twenty six,
now looking at the pick up game,
going for the for the full deck soon,
one year shy of the change,
burn the ace of spades,
not ready for the grave,
time to turn back the clocks.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Excellent firms don't believe in excellence - only in constant improvement and constant change.
quote by Tom Peters
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Regular feet can't be affected by irregular shoes.
But since the middle of the century in particular, the music has become very irregular in rhythm.
quote by Karlheinz Stockhausen
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Like Father, Like Daughter
My Heart is filled with anger and hatred,
So pure and liquid like blood,
Gently dripping from my open wounds,
Though I feel no pain as I watch in wonder,
With eyes of blue, inherited from you,
You, and all of your curses, constant shouts,
You, and all of your anger, constant fears,
You, and all of your lies, constant hate,
Yet I feel no pain as I watch in wonder...
poem by Lacie Simonds
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Love Is Like The Wind
love is like the wind
in constant movement
constant movement
love is like the wind
centuries after centuries
love repeats itself
in the vagueness of this universe
constant movement
in this incomprehensible universe
love is like the wind
invisible intouchable in
this fascinating world
fascinating invincible
attraction destruction
happyness sadness
its love that carries
this constant movement
like the wind
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Constant Is This Hip Hop And Pop
It is today,
Very constant.
Constant is this hip hop and pop.
And with some added rapping touches...
This phenomenon is not going to stop.
No not very soon.
I'd like to admit I like Tchaikovsky's,
Attitude.
With a little bit of Brahms,
When I'm in that mood.
Move over Beetoven when I'm open to Chopin,
And Mozart too!
I'd like to admit I like Tchaikovsky's,
Attitude.
With a little bit of Brahms,
When I'm in that mood.
Move over Beetoven when I'm open to Chopin,
And Mozart too!
It is today,
Very constant.
Constant is this hip hop and pop.
And with some added rapping touches...
This phenomenon is not going to stop.
No not very soon.
Constant is this hip hop.
And the attitudes.
Constant is this hip hop.
What is one going to do?
Knowing there's no end that stops.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lovers That Never Were
I have always needed somebody girl,
But I close the doors to keep out the world.
But for you, I would be here all alone,
Locked in a photograph.
All of the clocks have run down.
Lover beware.
Well be the lovers that never were.
I hang patiently on every word you send.
Will we ever be much more than just friends?
As for you, you sit there playing this game,
You keep me waiting
When all of the clocks have run down,
All over the world.
Well be the lovers that never were.
For as long as the sun shines in somebodys eyes,
I believe in you baby, so dont tell me lies.
For as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves,
I know there will be a parade of unpainted dreams.
And I know dear, how much its going to hurt
If you still refuse to get your hands dirty.
So you, you must tell me something,...i love you,
Say goodbye or anything.
All of the clocks have run down.
Times at an end.
If we cant be lovers well never be friends.
For as long as the sun shines in somebodys eyes,
I believe in you baby, so dont tell me lies.
For as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves,
I know there will be a parade of unpainted dreams.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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I was burned out. I think I was just exhausted. It was a very intense five years. We didn't stop. It was constant touring, constant writing, recording.
quote by Roger Andrew Taylor
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Liberalism, austere in political trifles, has learned ever more artfully to unite a constant protest against the government with a constant submission to it.
quote by Alexander Herzen
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The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
quote by Willa Cather
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