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Cheat

The clock is high
The sun is bright
The moon is ticking
The birds are singing
The women are weeping
Because their men are cheating

poem by Curtis Brown
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Tickin Away

The clock above the bar
Is telling me its 12:15
And its not such a gentle reminder
That Im where I shouldnt be
I just keep waiting for something to happen
Waiting for somebody to come walking in
Somebody as perfect as you were
So I can try it again
(but) chances are so hard to come by
And the second one is impossible to find
The clock keep running
And the odds keep getting higher
That its all just a fantasy of mine
But I shouldnt be thinking about it
I shouldnt be worried about it
Its just a clock on the wall
But its ticking away
Its ticking away
Its ticking away
Its ticking away
I suppose I should cut all my losses
Go home with a six-pack of beer
There aint nobody in the world like you baby
If there was, she wouldnt be coming in here
But I shouldnt be thinking about it
I shouldnt be worried about it
Its just a clock on the wall
But its ticking away
Its ticking away
Its just a clock on the wall
But its ticking away
Yeah, its ticking away
Its ticking away
Its just a clock on the wall
But its ticking away
I suppose I should cut all my losses
Go home with a six-pack of beer

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Round Are Way

Round are way the birds are singing
Round are way the sun shines bright
Round are way the birds sing for yer
The already know yer

The game is kicking off in around the park
It's twenty five a side and before it's dark
There's gonna be a loser
And you know the next goal wins
Cab it to the front as it's called a draw
Everybody's knockin at yours once more
Ernie bangs the sound
And no one's spoken since half past four

Round are way the birds are singing
Round are way the sun shines bright
Round are way the birds are minging
Round are way it's alright
Round are way the birds sing for you
Cos the already know yer
They already know yer

song performed by by Oasis
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Round Are Away

The paper boy is working before he goes
Lying to the teacher he knows he knows
He didn't and he should've
Brought his lines in yesterday
Ernie bangs the sound and the day begins
The letterbox is open and your cash falls in
I'll meet you at the office
Just before the staff clock in
Round are way the birds are singing
Round are way the sun shines bright
Round are way the birds sing for yer
The already know yer
The game is kicking off in around the park
It's twenty five a side and before it's dark
There's gonna be a loser
And you know the next goal wins
Cab it to the front as it's called a draw
Everybody's knockin at yours once more
Ernie bangs the sound
And no one's spoken since half past four
Round are way the birds are singing
Round are way the sun shines bright
Round are way the birds are minging
Round are way it's alright
Round are way the birds sing for you
Cos the already know yer
They already know yer

song performed by by Oasis
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The Clock Keeps Ticking

I want alone to be
I want to drown in lonely sea
But the clock keeps ticking

I want to stop
I want to forever halt
But the clock keeps beating

I want to run
I want far away from land
But the clock keeps pursuing

I want to hide
I no more want to think of fight
But the clock keeps shouting

I want to rest
I want in dream hibernate
But the clock keeps breaking

I want to sing
I want to strengthen the spring
But the clock keeps shaking

I want to only follow
I no longer want to know
But the clock keeps pumping

I want to hurt
I don’t care if I should hate
But the clock keeps moving

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Her Insomnia

this is a private affair
between her and her wall clock

there is this consistent rhythm
of the tick tock tick tock

her pupils roll and sometimes
still
staring at the walls of the house

restless she avails of all the possible
combination of postures

but to no avail
the clock keeps on ticking and ticking and ticking

she feels like a tick
and she cannot talk

this is her private affair with her wall clock
above her head
her mouth is closed shaped like
a lamppost
without a light.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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“Our Clock Of Midnight”(An Acrostic)

Our clock of midnight ticking around
Undiscovered love can hear the sound
Repressed desire lying underground

Certainly this rare love can never be found
Loneliness covers the dusk to adorn
Outcry from the dark quells the forlorn
Crying out for light in the name of the dark
Keeps the distance between fire and spark

Our clock of midnight still ticking around
For we are far away but we can be found

Miles apart yet our minds can be seen
In reality can we make a blue night green?
Don’t want this clock ever to stop ticking
Noiselessness into heart where it’s been sticking
Indissoluble feeling we can feel so deep
Glimmering hope in our souls we reap
Here we lay down in the midst of dream
The clock of our midnight is our time supreme.

poem by Munia Khan
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Confidence Trick

Never meant to hurt you, I dont know why
You come with your lawyers and your alibi
How can you look me straight in the eye
When you know
The clock on the wall is singing our song
The love in my heart is all dead and gone
You know why
You know why
There you go with your confidence trick
Im much too wise, you dont fool me a bit
Feeling so low and looking so high
We both know that your truth is a lie
I never really knew you all these years
You lied to my face while I undressed your fears
Then you set me a-sail on an ocean of tears
Said goodbye
The clock on the wall is ticking real slow
Theres nothing to say and theres nowhere to go
You know why
You know why
There, there you go with your confidence trick
Im much too wise, you dont fool me a bit, no no
Feeling so low and looking so high
We both know that your truth is a lie
Its a lie
Looking up to the truth of what you are
Blinding all colours and beauty
And the sparkle in your eye is blinding
The clock on the wall is singing our song
The love in my heart is all dead and gone
You know why
You know why
Why, why, why, why, why, why
There, there you go with your confidence trick
Im much too wise, you dont fool me a bit
Feeling so low and looking so high
We both know that your truth is a lie
Its a lie, lie
(the truth is, the truth is a lie)
(repeats in background)
And you never stopped loving me
Choaking back tears for you
So lovable
And we never go
And we never know
See Im over
But Im under
I dont ever wanna come down
I dont ever wanna come down
I dont ever wanna come down
To where you are

song performed by by Culture Club
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Why Look At The Moon

Willows were swaying
The water was rippling
The froggies were singing
Along with the laughing at the bank
We have the moon to thank
For this lovely scene
We might never have seen
If it hadnt have been for the moon
Why, look at that moon
Away up high, seeing everything
That goes by
Why, look at that moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Sitting in the desert
Beneath a lonesome sky
Cool, my oh my, it would be
If it never been above
That fateful little boy
That one who has beheld true love through history
Why must it start?
Why must lovers part?
Why does the cheatin go on?
Why have hearts turned to stone?
Why, look at that moon
Away up high, seeing everything
That goes by
Why, look at that moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Why, look at that moon
Aint it grand!
Why, look at that moon
Helps me understand
Why, look at that moon
Inspirator of many a dream
Why, look at that moon

song performed by by Waterboys
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The Lonely Train on the Lonely Track with 24 Coaches Painted Black

Among the brambles of a shattered heart lies my soul in crags,
Among the shambles of life torn apart lies my spirit in rags;
Tears streaming down my face as snakes crawl on my body lifeless
Leaving amigos and flamingos away at the home, oh life pointless.
Ticktock! All I can hear is the ticking of the clock, yackety-yak!
The lonely train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

I climbed onto the gravel bed in the rain, lo lonely brain tames!
By the dawn from the ocean to every lane, it climbs, dookie salad!
In the noon from flat places to heaven and hell, A pensive ballad;
At dusk, in open air of beach I loitered singing rhyme ugly James.
Ticktock! All I can hear is ticking of the clock - yackety-yak!
The lonely train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

Hardy-har-har! Hold a pebble, a feather or a leaf in your hand
It will say I am lonely; I can't ride, I want to hide in the sand;
I'm single; oh my gosh! I'm sitting between my brother the mountain
My sister the sea - together threesome we live among soulless men.
Ticktock! All I can hear is the ticking of the clock, yackety-yak!
The lonely train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

I'm an air castle with dreams empty and screams plenty with terror
I don't want to be alone in the dark in a spine-chilling horror.
Then, the moon is a friend for the lonely man as flamingo cheers,
Bingo! Stars in the Galaxy are his companions as nature shares.
Ticktock! All I can hear is ticking of the clock, yackety-yak!
The lone train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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The New Moon

What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold,
Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold?
Roses and lilies, romance and love,
Still moon, chill moon, swinging above?
Slender your feet as a white birds throat,
High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat
Into the murk of the world awhile,
Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss,
Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this,
Under the spell of your witchery,
Dream moon, cream moon, first he kissed me.

poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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Moon Light

Moon Rises High Into The Sky
The Moon Is Gray
The Moon Is Bright
The Moon Is Full
Every Night The Moon Comes Out And Goes Down.
The Moon Shines Onto The Earth.
Brightens My Path.
I Look at The Moon And Say 'Moon Light Moon Light Bright My Path As You Shine My Way'
The moon Looks down And Shines My Path.
I Walk To The Pond And The Reflection of The Moon The Moon Is Beautiful And Bright.
The Moon Will Never Disappear.
The Brightness With Alwayz Shine My Path.

poem by Sonya Wesley
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Grandpa's Clock

in that ticking of the clock
three generations of time
had ticked past...
with some tickings fixed firm
each ticking concealed
tireless roar of the sea
and a conundrum of emotions
time has its way of
teasing and tiring us
one fine evening during
a casual chitchat as sister
got off from the chair
she hit back at time and
the grandfather's clock-
though i had never known him
but through the clock fixed to the wall-
that seemed to chime
eternally into the wee hours
each time waking me up cruelly
from an innocent sleep
lay there in pieces...

the pendulum, still oscillates
the conundrum, still unsolved
the flux of the sea, still echoes
though we could never manage
to get another clock

and external surfaces
still gleam and glitter...

20dec2009
08.21hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Moonlight

Moonlight and the stars are bright
Shinning down upon me
Look down and all around
And see what you can see,
Like the birds in the sky
Are the stars in the night
So please give me a smile
Before you must say goodbye,
So give me a twinkle
Or give me just a wink
Then please give me the answer
To the question that I think,
As the moon it is aglow
To a lover somewhere
Shining is the answer
And Love is fully aware.

Moonlight and the stars are bright
Softly as she comes
As though the angels are singing
To me, and everyone,
They look down upon man
Then they look down upon me
Giving me the answer
To set myself and soul free,
So take me by the hand
And please lead me away
No matter where that is
For with you, I will stay,
Like the birds in the sky
And with the moon now aglow
The stars are in the night
And with you, I will go.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Havana Moon

Chant...
Me all alone
Jug of rum
Me stand and wait for the boat to come
Is lonely night is quiet the dark
The boat she late its 12 o clock
Me watches the tide easin in
Is low the moon and high the wind
Havana moon
Havana moon
Me all alone
Me open the rum
Is long the wait for the boat to come
American girl come back to me
Sail way across the sea
We dock in new york the buildings high
We find a home up in the sky
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me still alone me drinkin the rum
Begin to think that the boat no come
American girl she tell a lie
She say till then, but she mean goodbye
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me lay down alone, no good the rum
Me fall asleep and the boat she come
The girl she look till come the dawn
She weep and she cry
Return for home
The whistle blow me open my eyes
Bright the sun blue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana moon is gone da rum
The boat she sail me love she gone
Havana moon...
Havana moon...

song performed by by Santana
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Full Moon

You are bright as noon.
My days are gone too soon.
Can't count my days.
Can't control my rage.

Don't know why moon is high.
High upon the sky the moon shines.
Light & delight makes me so shy.

The moon is like an orange.
I am so Innocent.
Innocent as a child.
Bright as a light.

My first step on the moon.
Is like a dream come true.
Wish I would click a photo up there.
Wish I would make my place there.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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Souls

It all started here, she was a girl form the midwest
He was a stranger in a strange land
Same old story
He came for the glory
She came looking for a young mans hand
But they found bright lights
And endless nights
And men just used her innocent ways
He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by the city
They lost sight of the reason
They lost count of the days
And they were two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock
Too many nights on the ledge
He acquired a knife-edge
Still the city didnt acquiesce to his demands
Some nights she cried for pity in the heart of the city
The city smacked her hands
He met her one endless night
Her eyes had a light
There was something familiar about the smell of her skin
He held her tighter and tighter
As he danced inside her
She knew from the moment that she let him in
Theyd been two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock
Beat the clock
Beat the clock
Beat the clock
Two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Winter Song

I know you now for a thousand years,
Your body still feels nice and warm to me.
The sun is old, the winters cold,
The lake is shining like a drop of buddhas tears.
The mountains lie in a distance
Like the future wed never reach
And I kept my warmth with your body close.
The world must be dead,
We must be the only heads
Ticking on the hillside like a leftover timebomb.
I know you now for what you are,
And my mind still goes through ups and downs with yours.
The moon is clear, the room is bare,
The bed is shining like an old scripture
Thats never been opened before
And I keep my warmth with your mind close.
The world must be dead,
We must be the only heads
Ticking in a farmhouse like a forgotten timebomb.
One day we discovered that the clock was not ticking anymore,
And our bodies kept spreading rapidly like a very, very fine tissue
Until it stretched over the whole wide world.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Time Clock

we all have a time clock ticking every moment
of every day.
until the last gasp of breath
which slowly slips away.

so while here on this earth
use every second that goes by.
for we pass through this world but once
no matter how we try.

we will be remembered by friends and family
for the goodness when we care.
for that is something that they'll always share.

when you share the joys and sorrows
the heartaches and the pain
the warmth and tenderness that you feel
for them is still the same.

open up your heart for all the world to see
that what you have locked up inside
has finally been set free.

enjoy life to the fullest
for there is no turning back
the time clock keeps on ticking
and does'nt ease up the slack.

poem by Louis Rams
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Time's Ticking Away

The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.

The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.

The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.

And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.

The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.

By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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To Value The Blessing

Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.

And the speeding of it seems,
To emphasize the days one ages...
From one stage to another.

Leaving time one takes to procrastinate,
A waste.
As an awakening to aches and pains felt,
To ignore to value the blessing of life lived...
To accomplish something done,
Yet still enabling one to do.