Out of Time
My old clock used to tell the time
and subdivide diurnity;
but now its lost both hands and chime
and only tells eternity.
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I Hear The Sound Of Time
Often at midnight I wake up,
I hear the sound of time.
It showers from eternity,
The Clock tells with its chime.
I find me in utter darkness,
As only waking man,
The cranky voice of a bird,
Reminds I have short span.
As a haunted person I brood,
Over the bygone days.
Is my life a story which ends,
Without its last pages?
From where we come, to where we go,
Unknown is that notion.
With the flow of time we will reach,
Perhaps a big Ocean.
But all my tasks are halfway done,
I must leave a good mark.
The night makes me to feel the truth,
The clock reminds, lo, hark! !
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Eternity
Into a lifetime of the time[? ]
See flowers bloom then fade to dust
I watch each moment sadly die
Time the[? ] stranger called me here
Fields before me I walk alone
Each tear that falls is lost forever
And this illusion where time has its way
Stripping away the future
People standing still, waiting for a tomorrow that never comes
Eternity, deserting me
While time just passes by
Eternity, deserting me
Time...
Time...
My soul has touched [? ] isolation
The ticking clock of passing time who never stops to see today
Time the[? ] stranger called me here
Fields before me I walk alone
Each tear that falls is lost forever
Eternity, deserting me
While time just passes by
Eternity, deserting me
Eternity, it calls me
While time just passes by
Eternity, deserting me
Time...
Time...
song performed by by Kinks
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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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Tick Tick Tick....!
Tick Tick Tick Tick,
Clock Ticks,
Lub dub Lub Dub heart beats,
Cycle of inhaling and exhaling
makes breath,
Pulses from unknown center has own lifetime,
keeps time for us, clock that set in
every cell schedules its life and
birth! Life is light trapped in atom,
excited electron has to fall back,
Just like life raises up and falls
back,
rhythm, wavelength and
frequency decide energy of light, local time may not match with
clock in other region,
Light travels covering space
does truly decide time?
You are the medium where light
is slowest, faster it is in different medium
and plane, Before the internal clock stops,
Sending warning alarm,
Alarm thyself, you are here not
only to know,
But also to the wish of the one
beyond light and clock, who can fix clock even in a light
photon,
can fix clock in everything,
Arise and awake before chime of
alarm,
No snooze is there in your clock, Never get yourself lost in
yawning,
No one can stay here.
when time is up!
Namaste and thank you all before
my clock ticks and buzz to say
time is up!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Time-Watch
Wrist-watch on your arm
Time on your hands
Watching the clock tick
Trying to understand -
Day after day
The hands just go round and round
Spinning in circles, where
Nothing's lost... nothing's found -
Going here
Going there
It's all the same
Everywhere -
Until winding down
We come to find
Our swirling lives
Have run out of time -
Then, the madness
Will stop;
Time to get off
This crazy, spinning clock -
(and fly away, from this crazy, spinning rock...)
poem by Smoky Hoss
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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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The Lonely Room
Tiptoe around the room.
What is it that is found?
Silence, except for the clock that's ticking
nothing else is around.
An empty room with nothing in it,
only the clock that ticks the minute
in this lonely room.
Why was the clock left behind
with not a soul to tell the time?
It was on the mantelpiece
with nobody to hear it chime.
Was it left as a reminder?
I think it would have been kinder
to remove it from the room.
Left alone, it had no purpose.
Who could hear it now?
Ghosts from the past that once lived here
that have taken a vow
to listen to the clock's every minute
in the room with nothing in it
but the ghosts and the time.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What Will Become
Weve cut in, cut out
The face of man
Cut in, cut out
The face of...
Time has given us no reason to live
Look to the future and you will see nothing
What will become?
What will we be?
When we can see our own eternity
Weve lost hope, lost fate
Weve lost our way
Lost time, lost grace
We search for...
Man has taken time from all that you see
Look in his eye, see the future hold nothing
What will become?
What will we be?
When we can see our own eternity
What will become?
What will we be?
When we can change our own eternity
Man has taken time from all that you see
Look in his eye and you still will not see
No! you will not see!
song performed by by Fear Factory
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King Of Souls
I'm the Scarecrowman, I'm swingin'
swingin'-I'm the Scarecrowman,
swingin' swingin' from the hangin'
tree-the clock-clock-clock
on the wall is ticking away
my time-the sentence is
past, now I'm paying for my
crimes-I reach out-out for the
hands of time, but they're
out of reach-I said I reach out-
out for the setting sun but
it's out-gone out of my reach-
the dust in the wind is blowing its
way back to Horror Hill-little girls
voodoo dolly sitting-on the windows sill-
the broken glass sparkles in the light-sign
on the door tells me No One Home Tonight-
Said I'm the Scarecrowman wasting
away and I'm swingin' swingin'
on the hangin' tree
song performed by by White Zombie
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Tales From The Scarecrowman
Im the scarecrowman, Im swingin
Swingin-Im the scarecrowman,
Swingin swingin from the hangin
Tree-the clock-clock-clock
On the wall is ticking away
My time-the sentence is
Past, now Im paying for my
Crimes-i reach out-out for the
Hands of time, but theyre
Out of reach-i said I reach out-
Out for the setting sun but
Its out-gone out of my reach-
The dust in the wind is blowing its
Way back to horror hill-little girls
Voodoo dolly sitting-on the windows sill-
The broken glass sparkles in the light-sign
On the door tells me no one home tonight-
Said Im the scarecrowman wasting
Away and Im swingin swingin-
On the hangin
Tree~
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Serenity
Baby
we're not looking for eternity
So smile now
while you're looking for this serenity
He dosses out here in doorways
Caught between wars
Tells us something is coming
won't reveal more
She shuffles up close beside him
And kisses his ear
I guess all our time is running,
Running on fear
And it goes around,
round, around again
Like a magic circle
till it comes to the end
Baby
we're not looking for eternity
So smile now
while you're looking for serenity
Out from the marble palaces
kings and queens Will rejoice
their importance of being
Their importance of choice
And as they swung Mussolini
like a chime in the breeze
The pope blessed his children
in a sea of sleaze
And it comes around,
round, around again
Like a magic circle
till it comes to the end
Baby
we're not looking for eternity
So smile now
while you're looking for serenity
Solo
And It still flowers
in springtime
Dogs howl at the moon
Now the funeral is leaving
to the general's own tune
All the rich and the famous
don't know who I am
The jokers and the jugglers
Even the prince of Siam
And it goes around,
round and round again
Like a magic circle
till it comes to the end
Baby
we're not looking for eternity
yeah, yeah
So smile now
while you're looking for serenity
oh yeah
Baby
a little faith or charity
So smile now
while you're looking for serenity
oh Baby
we're not looking for eternity
Hey,hey yeah
So smile now
while you're looking for eternity
Hey,hey yeah yeah
Baby
a little faith or charity
song performed by by Ufo
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A Clock Stopped
poetry in progress
the old wooden clock at
the grocery store ticks on
and on on the wall of my mind
taking me back to childhood years
it peeks at me every time
i pass by one lone child
hungering for love and
sweet adventures
in it a mirror pendulum
stands very still to the one
in my mind that tilts to
to and fro, to and fro
a child concentrating
on his yo yo
the golden horse on its top
gives it a different chi
with spanned wings that
looks ever anxious to
take me to wherever
i wish to be - carte blanche
so long i have the time
it is a no show though
the minute and hour needles
do the same hands over head
posture of a ballet dancer
yesterday, today and tomorrow
and the clock looks onto me
like a deaf man with all the
endowments to talk but without a
proper word to get things across
so that he is all hands and fingers
a round and well bred
attentive audience numbered
one to twelve sit like ministers
as they wait for hands to point out
the importance of each, why
they should be at their place
the clock is old as myself
even time must grow old and
must stop one day and what a
graceful way to do so with
such a glamorous and
flamboyant posture and on
a face everyone once confided in
- a face that blandishes
a rough mole where
its owner would work
every now and then
to put back the health
of his time so that
it would chime at the right time
morn, noon and night
the clock invariably
takes me back to years ago
when our house was flying high
with a horse with spanned wings
that promised much fun with its hourly
ding dong ding dong solemn call
that never failed to to plough into us
the seriousness of time
then it was a new clock and
had dutifully counted the minutes
and seconds with absolute accuracy
as we inched our way up the
expectations of dad and mom
grannies, teachers, and friends
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Dead Before Death
Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold,
With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
This was the promise of the days of old!
Grown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould,
Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:
We hoped for better things as years would rise,
But it is over as a tale once told.
All fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore,
All lost the present and the future time,
All lost, all lost, the lapse that went before:
So lost till death shut-to the opened door,
So lost from chime to everlasting chime,
So cold and lost for ever evermore.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Unrecorded by Time
Every minute without you, is a minute unrecorded by time
Every time a memory plays, it plays a lovers chime
Every day you bless my path, you set the memory tune
Every night I watch your face shine bright against the moon
A minute is a space in time, set aside to do
Time is but a fraction of eternity, set aside for you
Eternity is everlasting, love from high above
Blessed and set-aside for you my love
poem by Dayle Gaylin
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Clock
The clock, it tells a story-
One look at its tired face-
And a glimpse of both of its hands-
Why those seconds, just simply race...
Tick tocking its continued sounds-
Reminding us that time simply flies-
No it does not sprout feathered wings-
Nor take to the azure-blue skies...
But it moves nonetheless-
And with each day that passes away-
We are another day older-
And out of our youth-filled May...
Out of our heated July...
Rapidly, the clock, it simply ticks away-
Out of the falling leaves of our October-
Into Decembers white-ice chilled days...
'Tempus fugit', all we old timers cry-
Where oh where did all of our minutes go?
Just look at the clocks tired old face-
And its worn hands and you will surely know...
Dedicated To: G.A.C., Phillip, Joe, Bub, Lugh,
Zeike, and Pete.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Time's Unreality
Gone is the time,
When my love was free,
Clock's fast chime,
Adds up the fee,
The hate and the anger,
Builds as the clock ticks,
Turning to a deep red danger,
As the devils tricks,
Your heart into love,
Which he then will crush,
Raven painted to be dove,
To make the reality hush,
Silence the voice,
(That clears,)
Not given a choice,
To stop the tears.
poem by Maya Robena
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Demon voice
he tells me to fight not to walk away
he tells me to scream not to talk rational
he tells me to hate not to forgive
he tells me destroy not to create
he tells me to give in
he tells me to kill
he knows i'm getting weaker
he knows it's almost his time
he knows he will be free
he knows he will have fun
he knows it will be a bloody ride to the end
he knows the end is death and so do i
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Hands On A Clock
If we stop
the hands on a clock
does time stand still
in our minds
only to move again
when we restart the clock
Could we survive
in a world without time
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Love Sonnet 177 Count It My Pleasure To Behold Your Eyes
Count it my pleasure to behold your eyes,
As my future therein, I used to see,
None as marvelous did nature devise,
That was endeared by half as much, to me;
The special twinkle that there so I find,
In manner of speech so purely its own,
Speaks to my heart, as though bent to remind,
That our love, it wears since then as a crown;
No measure applies how feelings are gauged,
Nor waiting constrained in a sense of time,
Whilst I race the clock, I felt so enraged,
At eternity spent with every chime;
........My pleasure now waits for wishes given,
........As always, a Hell of wait for Heaven.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The Monotony Of A Clock
I envy the monotony
Of every single clock I see
I behold the mystery of the clock
I'm jealous of each tick and tock
The variations of its hands
Are much greater than in my plan
All that changes in my life
Is how sad I am from day to night
If you listen carefully
You may just see what I see
What plans have you for our short-lived time?
Do you sit like me and rhyme?
Go out, be free
Let no schedule hinder thee
Wonder not upon the clock
I surely tell you, it won't stop
Unto our friend, you should not mock
But instead, respect this wise old clock
If for nothing else than this
It showed you the pain of repetitiveness
poem by Scott Marek
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