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Gracing The Garden

Stone sundial, an age old keeper of time,
You stand forlorn.
Motionless, soundless, waiting for rime,
Lichened and worn.

Rain and snow beat down with force,
You remain aloof.
Never altering your stance, or course,
You are weatherproof.

So elegant, composed, calm and serene,
A restful form.
In sandy colours, camouflaged in green,
You endure the storm.

Gracing the garden, you're a joy to view,
An ancient clock,
Ticking silently away, the whole day through,
Carved style, baroque.

In your own stately way, you make me smile,
You rank supreme.
Your excellent etched face, a fine carved dial,
For each sunbeam.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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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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The Kiss

What began in stone-marble perfection,
Eyelids a-touch,
Mouths wide open,
Clambered for much,
Remembrance unspoken,
His hand on her knee,
Excellent panoply,
Frozen in time and memory;
For they felt an inordinate thrill
Lasting an Age,
Carved with living hands.
On the rickety scaffold that bent,
And when it finally went,
The lovers remained
Broadcasting no shame.

Look at the various angles,
And their lips remain entangled
In a light and airy eroticism,
Beyond any critic's criticism.

Now those models are long gone,
Their feign is evermore;
So by the ticking of the clock
It is the norm That their lips stay locked.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Me-Time Continuum

I watch the clock ticking out its time.
I hear the gears tocking 'till the chime…
I hold my stare acutely
And focus ears astutely.
The whole gestalt of this assault by me on clock
Collapses in to hence become
A new me-time continuum,
This clock and I a vacuum;
Dial and me, we've come to be
A synergistic, fatalistic victim,
Hmm…

When it ticks, I then tock:
I am me as well as clock.
When it tocks, I then tick.
We burn together down the wick
In candle wax, both cold and warm,
Together now in molten form.
We jump the side but soon to stall,
Only to solidify
Until the active plateau
Chases…
Down…
Sinking…
To melt again the bit that ran (us) –
All in a time storm
With timeless plan.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Stone Angel

You are the reason for my pain,
You are the reason I stand in the rain.

I wouldn't be here by choice,
But I was forced, and I can still hear your voice.

I push the memory of you away,
But somehow it always finds a way to stay.

You are the one who hurt me, who stole my rights,
And now I have to endure lonely nights.

You put me in this place,
I remember what you did, I remember your face.

And now I stand, in rain, in sun,
If it weren't for what you did, I'd run.

I'd run faster than you,
I would run until I could find away to start new.

But that would happen; I will never be able to go,
Because of you, because I couldn't say no.

But now I stand through everything like stone,
I'll always be hard as stone, I will always be alone.

You made sure I'd be alone, that I'd stay here,
But I won't show you my pain I wouldn't even shed a tear.

Yet still I shall fade,
I will crumple no matter how strong I was made.

I will fall to the ground,
I will go without the slightest sound.

And then I shall be gone, I will no longer be your slave,
But soon I will go and leave behind all the pain you gave.

You are the one, who shall hold my pain once I leave,
And you will believe what you never wanted to believe.

You will believe that I was stronger, I am stronger,
I am stronger than you, than your anger.

And with that I will crumble to your feet,
And then I'll be strong than concrete.

For then I shall be free from your,
But for you, for you it will be late.

You took everything from me,
But that's something you will never see.

I know you put me here, under all this weight,
But that doesn't mean I won't stand.

That I won't stand for who I am,
For the truth of what I am.

I stand hard as stone,
I am rock I am the unbreakable stone.

You will never break me,
Only time can, and then I will be free.

You won't control me anymore,
I will be a lion free of a cage, and you will hear me roar.

The world will hear me roar,
And then they'll know the truth, and I will be in pain no more.

But for now I know the guilt you see,
I know that you are the one who enslaved me.

Yet for now I stand tall and strong, alone,
For I am the angel carved in stone.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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An Ode to Desire

If prince charming
Had seen your face,
Etched in fine carved ebony,
Sleeping beauty would still
Be sleeping.

Had he chanced upon the beauty
Of your smile,
Caught the flash of your
White teeth,
Looked into your big brown eyes,
He would have gotten lost
In the wonder of them
Never finding his way to the ball
And Cinderella would still be
Scrubbing floors barefoot.

If Leonardo had seen you first,
Mona Lisa would be wearing
A different smile
And called
Desire'.

May 7,1985
for Desire' Barrett Age 12

poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Shadows Of Wolves

we made an agreement
it was carved in stone to your mind
i agree there must be no changes
without prior notice
but you change it a bit
and so i am canceling the whole of it
that is what it is
carved in stone, put a change
the slightest one
can break the whole of that stone
a little change in temperature
or pressure as the case maybe
can make this world crack
without prior notice
now don't cry foul
for both of us prior to that
have assumed the shadows
of the wolves.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Face Of Christ

It stood alone, this old Church of grey,
tombstones scattered around in disarray.
Naming Squires and skivvies who’d lived and died
in this Hamlet, and now lay side by side.

Within, sun shafts sneak between the pews,
onto needlepoint hassocks, sewn in blues.
And as my feet slowly creep down the aisle,
the fair face of Christ on me doth smile.

From a stained glass window, arms raised, to bless
those, who find their way to this address.
He’s in radiant garments of colours bright
looking new and fresh still, in the day’s sunlight.

I see fading flowers, vases all needing renewal,
a rickety boiler, but minus its fuel.
Worn Altar cloth, of once Royal hues,
and by the door the week’s Parish News.

Such silence, all is serene and calm.,
in this bleak place, and there’s a Psalm
Carved out in stone, and in a wall well set,
sung often here, accompanied by a soft motet.

A Yew tree’s branches hang over iron gates,
the roof shows old chipped and mellowed slates,
Such sad decay lies all around, and yet
the Church lives on through each new sunset.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Waiting On Love

Oh yeah, oh yeah
You drive me crazy, every little thing about you
Can't get you out of my head
And when I'm with you, nothing seems to really matter
And every word that you say
I know our names ain't carved in stone
But right now I can't leave you alone
Infatuation's taken hold on me
I can't let you go, I won't let you go
How long have I been waiting on love
Now that I've found you, I can't get enough
How long have I been waiting on love
I've been waiting for somebody like you
You know I've been waiting
I always wanted someone to believe in me
Someone to show me the way
You came along and shone light into my darkness
You know it set me free
I know our names ain't carved in stone
But right now I can't leave you alone
Infatuation's taken hold on me
I can't let you go, I won't let you go
How long have I been waiting on love
Now that I've found you, I can't get enough
How long have I been waiting on love
I've been waiting for somebody like you
I've just got to let you know
Someone I wish to hold just to let my feelings show(?)
Never gonna let you slip away
I'm asking you to stay, yeah
Now that I've found you
Oh yeah
How long have I been waiting on love
Now that I've found you, I can't get enough
How long have I been waiting on love
I've been waiting for somebody like you
Yeah, you know I've been waiting
You know I've been waiting for somebody just like you
I've been waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for somebody just like you
For somebody, for somebody
I've been waiting, I've been waiting
Now that I've found you, ain't gonna let you go
For somebody...

song performed by by Bad Company
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Ringfinger

Well youve got me working so heard lately.
Working my hands until they bleed.
If I was twice the man I could be.
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
Anything you ask you know Ill do.
But this one act of consecration is what I ask of you
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
You just left me nailed here.
Hanging like jesus on the cross.
Ill be dying for your sins.
And aiding to the cause.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Wrap my eyes in bandages.
Confessions I see through.
I get everything I want.
When I get part of you.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Devils flesh and bone
Do something for me.

song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Ancient Tsunami Warning Tablet Stones

large stones centuries old still stand on hillsides
with carved letters wise wisdom as messages
messages of love warnings carved into surfaces

patiently warning their aged witness surfaces
forgotten among young trees ancient tsunamis
warning stones stand warning across centuries

earthquake tsunamis will strike in swift waves
modern Japan heed our ancient wise warnings

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beach after storm

The largest stones are piled against the sea-wall
since that huge storm, a hundred years ago.

For the sea will never leave the beach alone –
might you think it would fling
the smallest stones the furthest?

No – to re-assert its power,
it challenges the heftiest resistance,
with inexhaustible, ruthless determination
rolling, thrusting, flinging in impatient storm
the largest, furthest; then grading with such patient delicacy
over the years, the smooth but fine-scratched stones
of so many colours – how can it have found,
how long for it to find, so many lucent colours of wet stone?

These sometime finds – searching with a child’s fine eye –
of purest pebbled marble - how many thousand miles
has the sea rolled these from southern shores?
And these smooth stones of reddest brick,
or rubbed, etched glass? Or ancient serpentine,
bright green?

Then after a night of wildest storm,
the air intoxicating with its ozone,
new treasures thrown up on the beach:
green glass globes from fishing nets,
cork mats, boat wood, torn seaweed
in thick chunks like beached, exhausted octopods;
the beach re-shaped; even some parabolas of sand

while the seethe… keesh… of the dying storm
draws incessantly, then spews the finest shingle
in its maw like a hungry concrete-mixer.

The beach spreads out its shining, wet
new treasure for the child-bright eye.
This afternoon, the rock pools will be full;
all will be new; sea-god a child again.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Face Up

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
You turn my head
I spin my wheels
Running on empty --
You know how that feels
Im on a roll now --
Or is it a slide?
Cant be too careful
With that dangerous pride
If I could only reach that dial inside
And turn it up
Face up -- or you can only back down
Face up -- hit the target, or you better hit the ground
Face up -- theres still time to turn the game around
Face up -- turn it up -- or turn that wild card down
Turn it up
Dont complain
Dont explain
I dont think my new resolve
Can stand the strain
Im in a groove now --
Or is it a rut?
I need some feedback
But all the lines are cut
I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut
And turn it up
You get all squeezed up inside
Like the days were carved in stone
You get all wired up inside
And its bad to be alone
You can go out, you can take a ride
And when you get out on your own
You get all smoothed out inside
And its good to be alone
Turn it up

song performed by by Rush
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Ancient Wisdom Based Upon Bitter Truth

ancient wisdom applied is often based
upon bitter truth law of hard knocks
wisdom over centuries hard learned

ancient lore of origin geographic locations
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers

warnings some 600 years old age dot coastlines
love warnings in Japanese tested stone markers
wisdom carved warnings whisper beware waves

collective earthquake tsunami warning systems
survival warning system for all who will listen
over centuries survival formula Japanese proven

long coasts along Japanese major fault lines
are repeated target of earthquakes tsunamis
'If an earthquake comes, beware of tsunamis'

flee immediately after danger earthquakes
in some places survival is a matter of minutes
people who tarried perished did not escape

poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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No Honor Among Thieves

(nathan crow/david wills)
This worlds a jungle there aint no justice
Laws of nature rule this land
Better hide your horses, bury your whiskey
Hold your woman any way you can
Cause there aint no right or wrong, nothings carved in stone
It aint cheating if you dont get caught
Jokers laugh and losers grieve
Cause out here theres no honor among thieves
That woman youve been loving, she was another mans
You stole her heart while his nack was turned
On every corner theres an outlaw waiting
Who wants to teach you what you never learned
Cause there aint no right or wrong, nothings carved in stone
It aint cheating if you dont get caught
Jokers laugh and losers grieve
Cause out here theres no honor among thieves
This worlds a jungle there aint no justice
Laws of nature rule this land
So dont go crying when her love goes flying to
The thieving arms of another man
There aint no right or wrong, nothings carved in stone
It aint cheating if you dont get caught
Loves a deck of cards read them and weep
Cause out here theres no honor among thieves
Yeah
There aint no right or wrong
Nothings carved in stone

song performed by by Toby Keith
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In The Waiting Line

Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see
Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And I'll hide away for another day
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can

song performed by by Zero 7
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Facing What Could Have Been Done

By the time a maturity awakens,
In the minds of those seduced to stay asleep...
An existence of truth that has always been available,
Will be as useless as those wishing to eat steak...
Carved up on a plate,
And with a readiness to satiate...
But without neither real or false teeth.

And although it may be 'gummed'...
The act of facing what could have been done,
Is a pointless one.
Since there is no point,
In turning back a clock.
If the ticking of the tock of it...
Has long come to a stop!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delphiniums Of Blue

Come follow me down the garden path,
Past the flowerbeds, planted neat.
Around the sweetbriar's scented hedge,
To the old carved wooden seat.

A tranquil arbour, where within its shade,
Lies a sheltered quiet place.
We'll hear music from the singing birds,
And let our eyes embrace.

There's clematis along the grey stone wall,
There's a maple's vivid hue.
Pots of red and pink geraniums,
And delphiniums of blue.

The pond's azure sky, mirror image,
Under which the goldfishes play.
Elegant water lilies with their floating leaves,
Recall a painting by Monsieur Monet.

This garden is a treasure and a blessing,
Just to wander in between the flowers,
To feel an informality and a freedom,
Whilst whiling away the hours.

Hold my hand and we will silently marvel,
At the beauty that nature can wear.
In this bower that's so hidden and secluded,
We'll start our secret love affair.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Old Man

An old man sat beneath a tree
Alone;
So still was he
That, if he had been carved in stone,
He could not be
More quiet or more cold:
He was an ancient man
More than
A thousand ages old.

poem by James Stephens
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