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An Appointment, I await! ! ! ! ! !

Right on time,
I said as I smiled
And put my glass of
Cointreau aside.

Just wait,
Let me put this clock away,
Its ticking,
Feels like an intrusion.
For now
I want to believe you will
Hold me till eternity
In silence

Am filled with ecstasy
As you embrace me
In stillness
While no one is prying.

Life in a metro
Is like a whirring machine.
O Night
In your arms
I forget
And rejuvenate.
You are the only one
Who never forgets
Our appointment.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Wednesday Morning Silence

At eleven O’clock in the morning,
I sit experiencing the stillness
of a Wednesday morning silence coming down.
It seems much earlier,
though the day is half done
after a fun filled Tuesday
that lasted long into the night.
I sit experiencing the stillness
and wondering in the silence
after the rain had come down.
The absent drip of raindrops
sounds like time ticking away
in the Wednesday morning silence coming down.
Sitting on my friends deck
as a cooling breeze rustles the leaves
in the silence of the morning
as I wait for everyone to wake
in a Wednesday Morning silence coming down
while I am on holiday.

poem by David Harris
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Middle Of The Night

Middle of the night, hold on until forever
To burn with desire, Resembling a candle lit fire
For eternity shall we be together
Lost in time with such powerful emotion taking me higher
With your arms around my waiste, I than stare at the moonlight
And think about a night full of romance which just feels right
The best moment of my life I cherish
As the silence fills the room, And the romance blossomed
I found happiness there in your arms
For the first time I felt the need to love another
Sweet dreams are made of this
Left the world for that moment and found bliss
Your touch brought me to life
As If I'd falling and awakened from a deep sleep
I become smittened with you further
Your charms than sparked a flame
Soon after I'd become head over hills and in love withyou
In the middle of the night hold on until forever
And for eternity we shall be together

poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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If I Was Your Lover

Written: jimmy harry
You take a piece of me every time you leave
And never realize that way I feel about you
My tongue gets tied and my mouth gets dry
I wanna tell you but I dont know how to
*but through every night I dream
Hope and pray and believe
That someday you and I will live in ecstasy
The world for you and me
**one love, one life
Everything would be alright if I was your lover
One soul, one life
Everything would be alright if I was your lover
Another day goes by and it blows my mind
If I didnt know that you were meant for me
Under the moonlit night when the time is right
You hold me in your arms from here to infinity
*repeat
**repeat with ad lib
Spoken:
If I was your lover Id hold you in my arms from dusk til
Dawn if I was your lover one night would last for eternity if
We were together
But every night I dream
Hope and pray and believe, yeah
So happy cause youre mine
Well live in ecstasy , the world for you and me
**repeat 2 times

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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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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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.

Ti me time time time time time time time time
Time time time time time
Time time time
Time time
Time time time
Time time time time time
Time time time time time time time time time

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Baby Love-Angelina's Story

If time has elasticity
then stretch it across my love's heart
in the dead of night
make it stop as we try
to make our baby.

Now three years of trying.

Make it stop my aging.

Grant me the time;

reverse the ticking clock
inside my womb.

I want this baby.

I cannot be the barren woman.

Take this ticking clock
and silence it.

Translate
my husband's love into
baby bouncing
free.

Let me hear
baby's cry.

He said

'We could always adopt.'

And I said
'I guess we could
but it wouldn't be the same.'

So strong is baby love
so strong this longing
I'll not sleep again this night:

tiny hands

tiny face

in my dreams;

reaching out.

I have this baby love
yearning for my own
tiny hands and arms
reaching out to me.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hello, Night! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

As the twilight hour strikes,
I eagerly await the night.
My heart beat never rises,
Nor am I overcome with fright.

As the darkness slowly creeps,
And nature gives subtle cues to sleep;
For once, I don’t pay heed,
Just tune to my instincts.

For the night is my friend,
For me, it’s a Godsend.
It’s the night alone that keeps
Its appointment with me.

Noiselessly it comes, as I wait
We grin and make eye contact;
Hug, hold and warmly embrace,
I feel The presence of grace.

Darkness, silence and night-
My soul stirs and lights,
I hear the sound of my breath,
And stretch out on bed full length.

At midnight, when grandfather clock
Strikes a dozen times- ding dong, ding dong.
I quietly take a blanket and turn on my side,
Close my eyes, hesitantly… with a playful smile.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Hold Me Close

Take me in your arms again.
Hold me close once more.
Take me in your arms again
like you've done before.

There's no other feeling dear
like your warm embrace.
You can tell how I feel
from the smile on my face.

Where can I get this feeling
when your arms are gone?
Only the memories of their touch
is what I must rely on.

They say my memories will fade away
as time moves ahead.
But what do they know of my memory?
These are just words that are said.

So take me in your arms again.
Hold me close once more.
Embrace me so I'll never forget
just like you've done before.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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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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Ecstasy

They call you ecstasy
Nothing ever sticks to you
Not velcro, not scotch tape
Not my arms dipped in glue
Not if I wrap myself in nylon
A piece of duct tape down my back
Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
And I cant get you back
Ah, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ah, ecstasy
Across the streets an old ford, they took off its wheels
The engine is gone
In its seat sits a box
With a note that says, goodbye charlie, thanks a lot
I see a child through a window with a bib
And I think of us and what we almost did
The hudson rocketing with light
The ships pass the statue of liberty at night
They call it ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Some men call me st. ivory
Some call me st. maurice
Im smooth as alabaster
With white veins runnin through my cheeks
A big stud through my eyebrow
A scar on my arm that says, domain
I put it over the tattoo
That contained your name
They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
The moon passing through a cloud
A body facing up is floating towards a crowd
And I think of a time and what I couldnt do
I couldnt hold you close, I couldnt, I couldnt become you
They call you ecstasy, I cant hold you down
I cant hold you up
I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
No engine, no hood
Im going to the cafe, I hope theyve got music
And I hope that they can play
But if we have to part
Ill have a new scar right over my heart
Ill call it ecstasy
Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Idler's Song

I sit in the twilight dim
At the close of an idle day,
And I list to the soft sweet hymn,
That rises far away,
And dies on the evening air.
Oh, all day long,
They sing their song,
Who toil in the valley there.

But never a song sing I,
Sitting with folded hands,
The hours pass me by -
Dropping their golden sands -
And I list, from day to day,
To the 'tick, tick, tock'
Of the old brown clock,
Ticking my life away.

And I see the twilight fade,
And I see the night come on,
And then, in the gloom and shade,
I weep for the day that's gone -
Weep and wail in pain,
For the misspent day
That has flown away,
And will not come again.

Another morning beams,
And I forget the last,
And I sit in idle dreams
Till the day over - past.
Oh, the toiler's heart is glad!
When the day is gone
And the night comes on,
But mine is sore and sad.

For I dare not look behind!
No shining, golden sheaves
Can I ever hope to find:
Nothing but withered leaves.
Ah! dreams are very sweet!
But will not please
If only these
I lay at the Master's feet.

And what will the Master say
To dreams and nothing more?
Oh, idler, all the day!
Think, ere thy life is o'er!
And when the day grows late,
Oh, soul of sin!
Will He let you in,
There at the pearly gate?

Oh, idle heart, beware!
On, to the field of strife!
On, to the valley there!
And live a useful life!
Up, do not wait a day!
For the old brown clock,
With its 'tick, tick, tock, '
Is ticking your life away.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I'll Hold You In My Heart

(words & music by t. dilbeck)
I said i'd hold, i said i'd hold,
I said i'd hold you in my heart 'till i can hold you in my arms
Like you've never been held before
Well i'll think of you each day and then i'll dream the night away
Oh, 'till you are in my arms once more
The stars up in the sky, you know they know the reason why
I feel so blue 'cause i'm away from you
Yeah i'll hold you in my heart 'till i can hold you in my arms
Oh darling please wait for me
You know the stars up in the sky, you know they know the reason why
I feel so blue 'cause i'm away, i'm away from you
Yeah i'll hold you in my heart 'till i can hold you in my arms
Oh darling please wait for me
The stars up in the sky you know they know the reason why...
I feel so blue 'cause i'm away, i'm away, i'm away, i'm away from you
I said, i said i'd hold you in my heart, heart, heart 'till i can hold you in my arms
Oh darling please wait for me
The stars up in the sky, you know they know the reason why
I, i feel so blue 'cause i'm away, i'm away from you
Yeah, i'll hold you in my heart 'till i can hold you in my arms
Oh darling please wait for me

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The End

I can hardly wait to see her coming down the stairs
A demons playin in my head a melody I cant forget
Shes a beauty in her sorrow, each step a falling chord
That crackles in the giant mirrors at the marble walls
I feel so different today, Im ready to explode
Into kaleidoscopes of strange delight
Come embrace me, say youll love me till the very end
Before I vanish in the shifting sands of time
Death, the lover
Death, the lover
Come embrace
Say youll love me
Till the very end
Come, embrace
Till the very end
Of time
Once I was so sure not knowing leaving traces in the dust
till you said theres nothing new
Except the things that we forgot
Here I stand awaiting for a signal from oblivion
In the twilight of the old uncertainties
Now she spreads her wings shes comin
Like a massive wave of love
Rolling black as night into my arms
Now shes comin in a burning flash of kisses
Rushing from her lips into the center of my mind..
...more alphaville lyrics!

song performed by by Alphaville
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Rhythm Machine

I'm a rhythm machine; you know what I mean,
I'm a rhythm machine; you know what I mean
I got time, running through my
head in bed,
Instead of sleep, how it looks instead,
I'm a rhythm machine; you know what I mean,
I'm a music man; I play the blues whenever I can,
I'm a music man; I play the blues whenever I can,
I get a flat backbeat, instead of food when I eat,
The ticking of a clock gets me out of my seat
I'm a music man; I play the blues whenever I can.
I'm her cross cut saw before I
was four
Smoked-staked lightning had me crawling across the floor
The beach ball didn't get me but that son-in-law did
I'm been keeping time ever since I was a kid
I'm a music machine, don't you know what I mean,
I'm rhythm machine; he knows what I mean, oh.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm a rhythm machine; I'm a rhythm machine,
I'm a rhythm machine, don't you know what I mean
I'm a music man, yeah,
I'm gonna play the blues whenever I can,
Hey, play the blues then,
Oh, yeah, yeah, play it for Kings and Queens,
Yeah, yeah, I'm a music man,
I'm a rhythm machine......

song performed by by Bad Company
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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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Theres A Lull In My Life

(m. gordon, h. revel)
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
Its just a void, an empty space,
When you are not in my embrace.
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
The moment that you go away,
There is no night, there is no day.
The clock stops ticking,
The world stops turning.
Everything stops
But that flame in my heart
That keeps burning...burning...
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
No matter I may pretend,
I know that you alone can end
The ache in my heart,
The call of my arms...
The lull in my life.

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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The Hand

the hand on my heart
feels a lot like you,
the shadow of the stranger,
feels like clothes i have worn.
the cup on the table
is waiting to be filled.
on the plate a slice of burnt bread,
and the clock's stuck at six.
sounds i didnt hear before
resonate in the stillness.
the taste clings to my lips,
the old worn curtain blows.
and i cant for the life of me
remember what i was thinking.
my heart feels frozen
by the hand on the door!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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The impatient hours

The impatient hours
~
The drumming of fingers
The ticking of the clock
Loudly fill the impatient hours
Wasteful in their emptiness
Surely there must be something better
But the wait continues anyway
Waiting on a promise to come good
Hoping its not like past promises
Which all became just lies
Paranoia stalks the mind
Reminding of the past disappointments
Why should this one be any different
Why wait in stale confines
When you could leave, walk away
Forget the promise in an instant
The drumming of fingers
The ticking of the clock
Grow ever louder
Counting each possible outcome
The promise bares fruit
Or becomes another lie
Still waiting on the realisation
In the impatient hours
Wasting the day into nothing

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Listening To The Clock Ticking

that last servant of the house
finally leaves

she also had to go to sleep with her mother
it happens this way sometimes

he is left alone and as he tries to sleep
he feels that the big mouth of the house is eating him

swallowed his body listens to the sound of the clock on the wall
ticking and ticking as if time is running out.