22: 33
22: 33,
The clock ticked and ticked!
Them i met my lover;
Because i was waiting for her at the drive out!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ms Luna Is Ticked
Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
By stirring up the waters.
And on us storm.
Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
By controlling all the fluids.
And to us she's gonna do it.
Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
But she has tired of our wickedness.
And this has gotten to her quick.
She's tired of those things we've done,
Making her sick.
And getting to the bottom of it,
She's gon' let it rip!
Ms Luna...
Is ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
She's tired of those things we've done,
Making her sick.
And getting to the bottom of it,
She's gon' let it rip!
By controlling all the fluids.
And to us she's gonna do it.
To convince,
Ms Luna...
Is ticked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.
Terry Pratchett in Wyrd Sisters
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The Illiterate Poet
The illiterate poet
Painted his passionate ballad
With the colors of the rainbow
Both happy and sad
Without using a pen
He wrote
Without making words
He spoke
People braced themselves
For a miracle to happen
Waiting as the mute delves
For words to say
As the clock ticked by
And no words came out
As the people waved goodbye
He stood to shout
Inaudible words
Because he was
Nothing but
A mute
poem by Poetic Kadri
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Managing My Free Time Until We Meet
I have been aching and craving
Was watching as the clock ticked by.
I've been rallying
Finding ways to keep close in your view.
I've been seeking and searching looking for ease.
I've been stretching and leaning and waiting to get on my knees.
I've been practicing crawling and kneeling
Without haste.
I've been licking my lips
Simply starving for your taste.
I've been coming up with ways to get you on the ground.
How to make you blow fast without making a sound.
So when you feel tight and are looking for release.
I will slip you in my mouth and swallow some peace.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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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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God will soon return
I hear that he’s really ticked
I’ll be damned! ! !
haiku by David Whalen
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Sometimes I think the choir gets a little ticked with me because I haven't sung in a long time and I can sing.
quote by Della Reese
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What Lies Ahead
It was a windy day that day
But the apple still fell near its tree
The clock struck zero
A cry filled the room
A son of the past
The father of the future
The distance between two feet
As the clock ticked life away
The ground was opened each day
And seeds dropped quietly in it
Days came and walked away
With the same plot and stale tale
All looked upon the future
Wondering what glory lied ahead
Will I walk on the sky or ask the ground to bury me?
The clock delivered the future as he promised
Each got a basket of past deeds returned
The acorn became a mighty oak
It was a windy day that day
Yet the apple refused to fall far from the tree
All that had gone around
Came around to say hello
The future was here and held glory for some
The future was here and turned off the lights of others
The future is the past hidden in a seed
Today is tomorrow
What do you want to lie ahead?
Dig your ground
Drop your seed
Stand your ground
It will be a windy day that day
But your apple will fall right in your life
And when all you've done around
Comes around to say hello
You'd firmly shake their hands
And say, I've been waiting for you
My whole life long, welcome.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Look, I was only given a year or two to come up with tunes for this record, and when all but eight of them were thrown out for riotous behaviour, I got a bit ticked off; wouldn't you?
quote by Alan Gorrie
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Night after Night
Night after night
I lay here night after night
I lay here as the rain pours or when the sun shines
I lay here as the weather gets colder, or when it’s summer
I lay here as the leaves change their colors, or when the snow covers
I lay here in my memories
I lay here wondering how long has it been since I passed by
I wonder how long since it has made you cry
I remember waking up to the darkness
I remember being put down inside where it was cold inside
Wondering why did I let life pass me by
I remember hearing the clock ticked my life away
I remember no one crying over me
I remember never saying goodbye
I remember wanting you to say I am sorry
I remember wanting you there by my side
I remember waiting to hear your voice one last time
As I lay there, as one by one my family, and friends comes to say goodbye one last time
I remember crying how you could not say goodbye
So night after night I lay here waiting
For you to come and say I am sorry or at least tell me goodbye
So I was not perfect, I had my flaws
But last I heard I was your every thing
So I guess I was wrong
poem by Jenna Kelley
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I asked him if he ever hung out with black guys in high school and he said, 'Well, no. They always had these angry looks on their faces. Who wouldn't look ticked off having to deal with nitwits like him?
The Matrix
Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life up into bits of days
Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
Within a granite basin, under one
The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Slave
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Listening for your footsteps
Just waiting like a fool
Burning with a fever
Only you can cool
The clock beside my pillow
Has ticked away the night
Like a heartbeat mocking me
Until the light
Gotta stop these thoughts about you
Gotta learn to live without you
Gotta find some freedom for this weary slave
cause Im hungry for you
And Im longing for you
And Im burning for you
I worship your opinions
I imitate your ways
I try to make you grace me
With a word of praise
However much I tell myself
That Im strong and free and brave
Im just another woman
Raised to be a slave
Slave, nothing but a slave
Mind of a slave
Body of a slave
I find I gave away the soul
That I wanted you to save
Im just another woman
Raised to be a slave
Hungry for you
And longing for you
Burning for you
And Im longing for you
Burning for you
And Im yearning for you
Longing for you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Its Later Than You Think
In the long ebon of night-
Where God oft' wakes our ears-
With His voice-'front and center'-
Conveying verity so clear we hear;
Broken 'tis the silence of our repose-
A curve ball shakes our comforter to the ground-
Spirals of inevitable verity of our own mortality-
Comes- knowing that we are not infinity bound;
'Tis later than you think- He harkens-
The final phase of your lifetime 'tis nigh-
Even with all mortal aid that has been given unto you-
In your throat-comes realities formidable sigh;
An absolute paralysis comes o'er you...
Free'ed are the tides of tears you now cry-
Realizing the clock has already ticked most of lifes seconds off-
Realizing that your time here 'tis, indeed, nigh! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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I Need A Lover
(instrumental)
I need a lover that wont drive me crazy
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
I need a lover that wont drive me crazy
Some girl that knows the meaning of, ah-
Hey hit the highway!
Well Ive been walking the streets in the evenin
Racin through the human jungle at night
Im so confused, my mind is indifferent
Hey - Im so weak, wont somebody shut off that light?
Electricity runs thru the video
And I watch it from this hole I call home
And all them stonies are dancin to the radio
And I got the world callin me up free tonight on the phone
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
Some girl wholl thrill me and then go away
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
Some girl that knows the meaning of ah-
Hey hit the highway!
Well Im not wiped out by this poolroom life Im livin
Im gonna quit this job, and go to school, and head back home
(head back home)
Now Im not asking to be loved or be forgiven
Hey - I just cant face shakin in this bedroom
One more night alone
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
Some girl that knows the meaning of ah-
Hey hit the highway!
(instrumental)
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
Some girl to thrill me and then go away
(I need a lover that wont drive me crazy)
Some girl that knows the meaning of ah-
Hey hit the highway!
You betcha
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Dry Day
Life as you know will end someday
Since every single day is never the same
Yesterday was a dark age following in today
What a surprise because today was a dry day
You got nothing to do but get wasted
Listen to me brother, don't get me arrested
We gotta break free from this stupid law
What a surprise because today was a dry day
All along as the clock ticked by I waited
It seemed as if the time was all destined
A moment of space without you I stay
What a surprise because today was dry day
Grieving low all past long when I'm high
Help me grace, love will relieve the pain
Let us explore the world as the drunk one said
What a surprise because today was dry day
As past enfolds into this mystery today
I look behind back in those days
Suck glorious moments filled us held today
What a surprise because today was dry day
poem by Siddharth Shah
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These
are the desolate, dark weeks
when nature in its barrenness
equals the stupidity of man.
The year plunges into night
and the heart plunges
lower than night
to an empty, windswept place
without sun, stars or moon
but a peculiar light as of thought
that spins a dark fire -
whirling upon itself until,
in the cold, it kindles
to make a man aware of nothing
that he knows, not loneliness
itself - Not a ghost but
would be embraced - emptiness
despair - (They
whine and whistle) among
the flashes and booms of war;
houses of whose rooms
the cold is greater than can be thought,
the people gone that we loved,
the beds lying empty, the couches
damp, the chairs unused -
Hide it away somewhere
out of mind, let it get to roots
and grow, unrelated to jealous
ears and eyes - for itself.
In this mine they come to dig - all.
Is this the counterfoil to sweetest
music? The source of poetry that
seeing the clock stopped, says,
The clock has stopped
that ticked yesterday so well?
and hears the sound of lakewater
splashing - that is now stone.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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After The Rain
A hush had descended, the air was quite still,
Nothing was moving beside the old mill;
Nature postponed both it's joys and it's pain,
Holding it's breath until after the rain.
Waiting for heaven to give up it's prize
Long had creation looked up to the skies,
Searching the air for the treasure contained,
Soon to be satisfied after the rain.
Pure glistening water now dropped from the sky,
Feeding the earth, once so hungry and dry;
Soaking and swelling the rivers again,
Refreshed and replete now after the rain.
The seasons had ticked with their regular rhythm,
The rainbow displayed it's most colourful prism;
The people, like flowers, had come out again,
Bathing in sunshine, after the rain.
Written June 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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Flu Blitz
The marketing of flu,
Has become a multi billion dollar industry.
There is money to be made in creating vaccines,
By private corporations.
Guaranteeing you will be ticked off and pricked...
Some awaiting to become sick,
By a disaster coming soon to a neighborhood near you.
With mandatory injections you simply can not refuse.
Since you will be scared to death not to!
Note:
Much gratitude and deepest respect to,
Hebert 2.
'Thank you, Mr. H'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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