Knock By Mocking
Knock by mocking.
The clock will not stop.
Intimidate by shocking.
Your destiny becomes the one that's blocked.
Reduce those to tears and fears.
Make it clear the greatness of your power.
And every hour the ticking of the tock that is heard...
It is you that becomes devoured!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pleading For More Time
I fear...
The ticking of a clock heard.
Tick-tock-a-tick-tick-tick tock,
a-tick tock.
I fear...
The ticking of a clock heard.
Tick-tock-a-tick-tick-tick tock,
a-tick tock.
I fear...
The ticking of a clock heard.
Tick-tock-a-tick-tick-tick tock,
a-tick tock.
And I don't want to be the one,
Pleading for more time.
And I don't want to be the one,
With a trying of time to find...
When it's gone!
I fear...
The ticking of a clock heard.
Tick-tock-a-tick-tick-tick tock,
a-tick tock.
I fear...
The ticking of a clock heard.
Tick-tock-a-tick-tick-tick tock,
a-tick tock.
I fear...
The ticking of a clock heard.
Tick-tock-a-tick-tick-tick tock,
a-tick tock.
And I don't want to be the one,
Pleading for more time.
And I don't want to be the one,
With a trying of time to find...
When it's gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty False Praising
Methods used to create new enemies,
All but seem increasingly less effective...
These days of fading hollow gestures.
Even traditionalists once quick,
To defend their self righteousness...
Are re-evaluating their positions.
Mostly based upon myth and superstitions.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
More are more willing to switch beliefs,
Than to fight against...
Those conformists frozen and locked,
In mindsets of deceit.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
Methods used to create new enemies,
All but seem increasingly less effective...
These days of fading hollow gestures.
Even traditionalists once quick,
To defend their self righteousness...
Are re-evaluating their positions.
Mostly based upon myth and superstitions.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Tickity Tick Tock
can't sleep.
don't sleep.
won't sleep.
shan't sleep.
never sleep.
never sleep.
never sleep.
tick tock
tick tock
tickity tick
tock
tock
tock
the little hand drills a hole into my tired mind.
can't
tick
don't
tock
won't
tick
shan't
tock
never
tick
nev er
tock
never sleep
the clock keeps ticking
as my mind struggles to keep up
too many ticks.
too many tocks.
the clock's too loud
it echos through the silent night
too many thoughts
all at once
i need them on paper
scribble
tick
scribble
tock
that fucking clock
it never fucking stops
i cant fucking sleep.
a dog barks
tick
a car screeches
tock
a horse neighs...what?
i can't be that tired
i can't be hallucinating
i
can't
sleep.
don't sleep.
won't sleep.
shan't sleep.
never sleep.
i need a digital clock
Waiting For Hours
Not a clock heard ticking with a tock,
Is doing it slower at one's advantage...
To block the stopping of procrastination.
However...
Nothing prevents a hand to reach out,
For a muffin to stuff a mouth.
OR a burger with a side order of greasy fries,
To find its way to satisfy taste buds.
And people can be seen waiting for hours,
Patiently...
To get their hotdog topped with sauerkraut.
Not a clock heard ticking with a tock,
Is doing it slower at one's advantage...
To block the stopping of procrastination.
And yet...
People give more time in the doing of it,
But will stand in line for days without a single complaint...
To pay to entertain themselves with an array of nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monitored or Not It Just Becomes Hypnotic
People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
Like the hands of a clock that tocks with a tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
And the running and humming becomes toxic.
Toxic.
Toxic.
And nothing exotic will make this erotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
And people who want what they want wont stop!
Like the hands of a clock that ticks with a tock!
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Or the chopping heard of meat on a butcher's block!
Sssshop chop.
Sssshop chop.
Sssshop chop.
Sssshop chop!
People like their beef stewed nice and hot!
And nothing exotic will make this erotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
And people who want what they want wont stop!
Like the hands of a clock that ticks with a tock!
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
Like the hands of a clock that tocks with a tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
And the running and humming becomes toxic.
Toxic.
Toxic.
And the running and humming becomes toxic.
Toxic.
Toxic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Like people wishing happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit.
Just sit.
And all they have to do is just wait for it!
Like the hands of a clock that tocks with a tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Automation
Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
steal lady of the night.
She sits alone while birdies flock
to bid her a goodnight.
Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
the world's automated
and the lady in a metal cloak
will live alone, unaided.
Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
her hard drive stirs again
and while I type this poem,
so dies my mighty pen.
Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
so true, so true the fear
that life as we once knew it
has slowly disappeared.
Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock
we victims of our time.
The last bird flies above us
while all of nature dies.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Cuckoo Clock
We knew it must have been late
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We had no time to wait
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I went to light the fireplace
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I planned it all this way, and
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I snuggled close to her
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Her heart began to purr
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I held my breath inside, and then
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I put my arms around her
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I put that birdie away
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
His cuckoo was gone to stay
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We both apologized for why
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Forgave that doggone cuckoo
I went back to her side
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I had to swallow my pride
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
The fire had almost died away
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just got situated
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I took that clock apart
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I broke the cuckoos heart
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Hell never bother us again
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just forgot about him
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Tick tock
Time is ticking by.
Tick tock tick tock.
Like a clock.
Time is rushing on by.
Tick tock death is near.
Don't play it by ear.
Tick tock my life is nearly done.
Ticktock my life has almost gone.
Life is not always fun.
Razor to wrists.
Knife to throat.
Vodka and pills swallowed.
Life has beaten me.
It had won in the end
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Even We
I am a clock
Tick tock
I never stop
Tick tock
I tell time
Tick tock
"When will the
school day be over? "
I will not stop
Tick tock
Until they leave
Tick tock
No!
Tick tock
"Then I still keep going."
I jump off the wall
and be crazy with my friends.
Then at 7: 30 a.m.
I stop and go back.
But- you see?
Even we
need a time to have fun.
There Are Arms That Tick Tock On My Clock
I'm not blocking out your knock on my door,
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
Or padlock up that lock one notch...
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
There are arms that tick tock on my clock.
No longer into limits giving minutes benefit,
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
When I give attention I expect to get a little bit.
And more I could store!
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
There arms that tick tock on my clock.
I'm not blocking out your knock on my door,
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
Or padlock up that lock one notch...
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
I've got arms that tick tock on my clock.
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
There are arms that tick tock on my clock.
There are arms that tick tock on my clock!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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School's Out
Watching the ticking of the clock,
Tick-tock tick-tock
The clock that counts our days away.
Tick-tock tick-tock
Two minutes left and shrinking fast.
Tick-tock tick-tock
It’s summer time and school is out!
Thank you Sir for teaching us
Another year is gone.
Thank you Miss for showing us
The meaning of those songs.
Summer’s here, summer’s here,
School is out, school is out.
Although we’re glad it’s holidays
Thank you for the year!
Heavy feet trudging through
The sweet smelling grass.
A sneeze, a speck of hay fever,
Blame it on the class.
A fire bell with lots of groans,
Hurry up, we want to go home,
Ticks on registrations chart
Jimmy, here ma’am, no it’s Mark!
Yes Sir no Sir, three bags full Sir.
Left right, left right.
Emily, Amy, quiet now!
Tick-tock tick-tock
I’m too hot in here now Miss!
Tick-tock tick-tock
Sssshhh, there’s only seconds left.
Thank you Sir for teaching us
Another year is gone.
Thank you Miss for showing us
The meaning of those songs.
Summer’s here, summer’s here,
School is out, school is out.
Although we’re glad it’s holidays
Thank you for the year!
It's now the summer,
School is out,
The last day gone with and enormous shout.
Some of us you'll see again,
Some of us you won't.
But the thing that we want you to know is
Thank you for the year!
poem by Thistle Wargul
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A Restful Sleep
I was sneaking off to sleep
and was waiting for my alarm to beep
and then I did weep,
with only three hours to sleep...
I could hear only
beep, beep, beep
From my bed I did ooze
and very quickly did press snooze,
crawled between my sheets,
fell into a restful sleep
until I heard a loud
beep, beep, beep
and once again, I did ooze
and once again, I did press snooze
but could not sleep
for all I could hear
was the tock, tock, tock
of the clock, clock, clock
I hit the sheets,
rose to my feet.
'You will not tock!
You stupid clock! '
and in the heat, it did
Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
And with my all
I kicked the clock against the wall!
after which,
in my sheets I did creep,
and did nothing but
sleep, sleep, sleep
poem by Joseph Wordsmith
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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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Time Bomb
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Hands stilled upon the clock
Frozen on the midnight hour
End result of love gone sour
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Time To Stop! !
We are the power
Elevation
You give us the power
Self mutilation
We are the power
Of wrongs been right
You give us the power
You have no rights
We are the power
The clock ticks tock
You give us the power
It’s time to stop! !
poem by Mark Horsfall
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Lego Poem
Let's build like high rated heroes
Let's construct intact with elevated egos
Let's build a house, a boat and a truck
Tick, tock - knock, knock
Lego is fun and it always rocks
Bricks and blocks
Doors without locks
Cars, ships, ports and docks
Tick, tock - knock, knock
With Lego we always build without, stones and rocks
Today or tomorrow, Girls and Boys
We can carefully configure these wonderful toys
With colourful bricks, mini-pieces and mini-figures
Lego is the way to follow
Build in groups or build solo
Friends, aunties, uncles and nieces
Assemble, break and reassemble pieces
Tick, tock - knock, knock - talk, talk
Lego, What do we have in stock?
Tick, tock - knock, knock - work, work
Lego, lets stop the cheap talk!
Let's all construct until we hit a stumbling block!
Copyright 2012 - Sylvia Lovina Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Halo 3 style parody of Kesha's Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Wake up in the morning feeling like Tsquared
Got my glasses. I’m going online
I’m gonna hit the power button!
Before I leave brush my teeth with a can of Dr. Pepper
Cause when I game you know I ain’t going out!
I’m talking BR-ing all my foes, foes
Trying on Recon armor, an striking a pose, pose
Boys dropping from my meele blows, blows
Cause I’ll be playing my favorite Cd
Pulling up to bungie with marty
Trying to get a little bit warmed-up
Don’t stop
Make it pop
Blow their heads up
Tonight Imma fight until I see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the killing sprees won’t stop
Woah oh oh oh DOUBLE KILL
Woah oh oh oh TRIPLE KILL
Don’t stop
Make it pop
Going for the over with a sniper headshot
Blow their heads up
Tonight Imma fight until I see the black screen
Tick tock on the clock
But the frenzies won’t stop
Woah oh oh oh DOUBLE KILL
Woah oh oh oh TRIPLE KILL
Ain’t got a care in the world, but I got plenty of BR ammo
Ain’t got no rockets in the chamber but I’m already here… OVERKILL!
Now the dudes are lining up for autographs cause they hear we got swagger
But we’ll kick to the curb unless they look like MC with that reach dagger
I’m talking about everybody meeting their doom, dooms
Boys trying touch my boom booms
Gonna smack in the back if he getting too cocky, cocky
Now, now we goin till they 4 down, down
Until we capped and got the crown crown
Po po shut us down
Don’t stop
Make it pop
With a sniper headshot
Tonight Imma fight until I see the black screen
Tick tock on the clock
But riots don’t stop
Woah oh oh oh DOUBLE KILL
Woah oh oh oh TRIPLE KILL
Don’t stop
Make it stop
With the sniper headshot: EXTERMINATION!
Tonight imma fight until I see the black screen
Tick tock on the clock
But the rampages don’t stop
Woah oh oh oh DOUBLE KILL
Snipedown, you stole my triple kill
Why you gotta break me down?
My heart it pounds
Yeah you got him: (
I was reloading
You got him
You got that kill
Can’t believe you shot him
You steal my kills!
Why breaking my spree?
My heart it pounds, cause you stole him
You got him with one shot
So you show me what you got
Cause we winning this tournament,
this ain’t swat
So step it up
So step it up
Now the game don’t start till I walk in
Don’t stop
Make it pop
With a sniper headshot
Tonight imma fight until I see the black screen
Tick tock on the clock
But the untouchables don’t stop
Don’t stop
Make it pop
With a BR headshot
poem by David Knox
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86,400 Seconds
Make my ink darker
I want to write something
Make my eyes blinder
I want to think seeing
Beat my drums louder
I want to hear nothing
Make my sleep lighter
I want my dreams running
Hold my fears tighter
I want to live living
For today is the only day that is the day
of my life
86,400seconds dinging
God thrown in thin air
As each man causes pain for another
Love paused in mid-air
As hate is put on replay
Sitting in front of the Tv, I'm not
laughing
Staring at the front pages, I'm not
smiling
More are laid in the world's richest field
With all the treasures they came into the
world with
Tick, tick, tock, tock,86,396seconds
donging
Yestersecond's been wrapped in
nothingness
And no, no my dear tomorrow is not a
promise
Tick, tock, tick, tock,675seconds
pinging
Elephants gallantly striding
Grasses silently dying
In pain was life given me
My heart valves pumps pain like blood
Tock, tock, tick, tick,98seconds ponging
It's a brand new second
Forget the past second
Trade the killing, fighting and hating
For living, giving and loving
Just give me a second, I gotta go do
something
Tick.10seconds.
Tock, the clock tocking, ticked away the
last seconds
Tick, the bomb ticking made the last
record
Door opens, bomb opens, eye closes
In the fraction of that second
My heart speaks louder than my mouth
ever had
Mom, dad, thank you
Mee, Ty, miss you
God, Lord, love you
I love...
In my heart I wrote a quote inside
'Love, love, love'
Tock.00,000second.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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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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