Clock O Clock of Times
Hours of the night in their deep
Sinuous on and always flowing
Fog bound rhythm speeding keep
Their onward footsteps going
Yesterday is now becoming new
In the rushes hours gnawing on
Clearance of the daybreaks thru
Till old shadow’s dance are gone
In the litter of their lost time
Everything moves forward still
Eve goes and morning‘s in prime
Every opportunity to fulfill
Clock o clock of times keeping
Rushing hours thru to make more
All old of dust down sweeping
Opening up the pluviose door
So much in the moldering way
Like the cadences of fog bound
Coming thru but no time to stay
All’s going in the merry-go-round
Feelings lost in pacing’s to break
As this roadway leads to its side
New thoughts in moving uptake
Is there now time for some abide?
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Hours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,
Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented
spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands;
Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly
the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles
and miles, stifling plaintive cries;
Hours discouraged, distracted--for the one I cannot content myself
without, soon I saw him content himself without me;
Hours when I am forgotten, (O weeks and months are passing, but I
believe I am never to forget!)
Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed--but it is useless--I am
what I am;)
Hours of my torment--I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of
the like feelings?
Is there even one other like me--distracted--his friend, his lover,
lost to him?
Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected,
thinking who is lost to him? and at night, awaking, think who
is lost?
Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless? harbor his
anguish and passion? 10
Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the
fit back upon him, taciturn and deprest?
Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours, does he see the
face of his hours reflected?
poem by Walt Whitman
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Till Then
Stock/aitken/waterman
I've been away for such a long time
Every day i miss you
All those long and lonely nights
Counting the hours till i'm with you
Till then
I'll keep holding on
Praying i'm not wrong
Hoping that our love is still strong
(till then)
Keep our love alive
Hope you're satisfied
Till you're right here by my side
And the hands on the clock
Going round and round and round
But time don't seem to be moving at all
Every minute you were on my mind
Every day i wrote you
Half of me is lost in time
Half of me is always with you
Till then
I'll keep holding on
Praying i'm not wrong
Hoping that our love is still strong
(till then)
Keep our love alive
Hope you're satisfied
Till you're right here by my side
And the hands on the clock
Going round and round and round
But time don't seem to be moving at all
Another ticket for another trip
To another destination (destination)
It's just the thought of you that keeps me strong
Moving in the right direction
(choruses to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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Till Then (Time Stands Still)
I've been away for such a long time
Every day I miss you
All those long and lonely nights
Counting the hours till I'm with you
Till then
I'll keep holding on
Praying I'm not wrong
Hoping that our love is still strong
(Till then)
Keep our love alive
Hope you're satisfied
Till you're right here by my side
And the hands on the clock
Going round and round and round
But time don't seem to be moving at all
Every minute you were on my mind
Every day I wrote you
Half of me is lost in time
Half of me is always with you
Till then
I'll keep holding on
Praying I'm not wrong
Hoping that our love is still strong
(Till then)
Keep our love alive
Hope you're satisfied
Till you're right here by my side
And the hands on the clock
Going round and round and round
But time don't seem to be moving at all
Another ticket for another trip
To another destination (destination)
It's just the thought of you that keeps me strong
Moving in the right direction
(Choruses to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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Flexitime for Friend Denis joe
A blank faced clock which has no hands
must still obey Chronos’ commands.
The minutes pass without display.
Times moves on inexorably
the hours passing speedily
Today replaces yesterday.
Why are men obsessed by the clock
they measure every tick and tock.
What does it matter anyway?
we know that darkness rules the night
and that the day is filled by light.
Some time to sleep and work or play.
Avid clock watchers fail to see
that time can pass variably.
4-May-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Grandfather Clock
The old grandfather clock stood in the hall
It kept time for us all
Through winter, spring, summer, fall
When I was young I would say
The big hand is on five today
and that's how I told time that way
As I progressed in age
Time was read in the correct usage
And time became more of a gauge
Time to go to school and learn
Time to work for what you earn
Time to leave no stone unturned
Time for weddings dresses worn
Time for children to be born
Time for graduation gowns adorned
Time for me, time for you
Time to see things through
Time for living and dieing too
The old grandfather clock still keeps time
Counting the hours that life is prime
So make the most or be left behind
7 Hours
Today's a sunny day
And there's a lot of time to go with it
For me
I want to celebrate and have fun for 7 hours
So ladies and gentlemen
Make the food
Fill up the drinks
It's going to be a fun 7 hours
I'll bring my poems
Maybe my photos
Perhaps even show the ladies a dance I know
7 hours
And the time is ours
Full of nice memories
Full of good times
Full of new friendships
Full of whatever we want to make of it
These 7 hours
These 7 hours of perhaps stress free and
drama free
These 7 hours to be what we want it to be
poem by Justin Gildow
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Clocks.
(Emmylou Harris)
Old brown clock ticking on my shelf
Take my mind to someplace else
Little gold clock ticking by my bed
Funny little people dancing 'round my head
Morning brings me things to do
Morning brings me thoughts of you
Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace
Some of which shining on your sweet face
Counting hours making days
Watching time throwing love away
Nothing golden never stays
That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...
Time is always taking me
Places I don't want to be
But when the morning rise the moon
I know a bird day's coming soon
Counting hours making days
Watching time throwing love away
Nothing golden never stays
That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...
Morning brings me things to do
Morning brings me thoughts of you
Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace
Some of which shining on your sweet face
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Hell’s State
Translate my sentence please in the middle of this hour,
Hours are ruder, for the clock has shuddered at times;
The clock is longer than most, more have striven than before,
Those in joyous occasions shall profit and prosper like milk.
The odd predicament enrages us, savage is the heinous beast
That devours time by the hours, like a grandfather clock of names.
My horrific life carries no charge of electricity but only fire
Of the reasons that smoke, smoke like fiery ash twisting and turning.
May God condemn the infirm beasts so solemnly swaying in time
With the music of death, the odd occasion of defeat that is Hell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Merry Go Round
(b.andersson/b.ulvaeus)
First release 1972
I have tried in vain never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost my only friend
Now it seems I have to start again
Merry go round
Where am I bound
With my love and feelings
Merry go round
Who wants to kiss me
And hug me and miss me
Yes, who wants to do it
I wish that I knew it
Merry go round
Wish I had found
Somebody to care for
Where am I bound
Life is so lonely
If life is just only
To love when my loving
Goes round and round
Looking for someone
Who would want to stay
I might find her
With a bit of luck one day
But who knows
So until then
I can only try and try again
Merry go round
Where am I bound
With my love and feelings
Merry go round
Who wants to kiss me
And hug me and miss me
Yes, who wants to do it
I wish that I knew it
Merry go round
Wish I had found
Somebody to care for
Where am I bound
Life is so lonely
If life is just only
To love when my loving
Goes round and round
Merry go round
Where am I bound
With my love and feelings
Merry go round
Who wants to kiss me
And hug me and miss me
Yes, who wants to do it
I wish that I knew it
Merry go round
Wish I had found
Somebody to care for
Where am I bound
Life is so lonely
If life is just only
To love when my loving
Goes round and round
song performed by by ABBA
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I Am Time
I am Time
now let me tell
you the greatest
secret of all
i am the most
abused of all
by homo sapiens
i am eternally
chopped into
the tiniest of seconds,
minutes,
hours, days, years
to suit homo sapiens'
whims and fancies
they pigeonhole me
consign me
onto the wall
fingers and
legs bound
to walk round
round and round
to keep this human
fetish with their anatomy alive
but then i know
in the end i would
emerge the winner
released from human's tyranny
the fingers they
consign to me
pointing out to them
their greatest of fears death
while i continue to live
they would be worms,
dust and bones
i am Time
now let me tell you
one secret that
keeps me alive
above all
I am just Timeless
the thing you see
on the clock
on your wrist
are human illusions
of their own
transient existence
i am time
you cannot see me
you cannot touch me
you cannot hear me
you can only hear
yourself roaring
through me
and you are the real
clock chained onto me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Queen Of The Hours
Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind to blow away the veil of time
Slowly now the threads of age are starting to unwind
(chorus:)
Queen of the hours
Along, along, along the path of time, of time,
She is still
The clock shall tell the tale
When all is well, is well.
Black was the night that came in from the east and caused the land to sleep.
Riding on a storm, it carved a message in isabella creek.
(chorus)
Dawn is the death wish night has passed away, it left the sacred flower,
Opened up the grave and bowed its life unto the queen of hours.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Phantom of Time
Many years ago
I imagined time flowing
Like a river without banks.
Then I read some books
Of science and they said
That time is an irreversible arrow,
A relentless, unhaltable train,
That moves irresistibly, like fate.
It travels from Past to Future
On invisible wheels
Neglecting to stop
At the railway station
On the road, called Present.
But I was not absolutely sure
That this was all true.
So I watched the clocks
And I saw their hands moving,
Undoubtedly showing,
And with mechanical precision,
The exact hours every day and night.
And I was very impressed that
The scientists had the evidence:
Time was really moving unstoppably.
However, if you think carefully
You will notice that the clock-hands
Do not actually show time, because
What they show is movement in space.
So I have had a question.
If time is indeed in a state of flux,
Flowing like a river without banks,
Or moving and passing
Like an undeviating train;
Then what is its speed?
And since
We measure speed
By the ratio of traveling distance
To the periodic motion of the clock,
How are we supposed to measure
The velocity of time?
By time itself?
Thus,
I came to the conclusion
That the flow of time
Is just a blooming metaphor,
A prosperous illusion:
The years do not pass by.
We pass through the years.
Time does not really exist!
And nevertheless, it does.
It is its own phantom.
For practical purposes,
We need the clock, of course.
Yet, at root, the notion of time
Appears to emanate from
A completely static cosmic womb
Of the universe.
A boundless Sea of Eternity,
Time stands still.
And thus,
In our transient boats
We sail perhaps in quiet waters
From one port to another,
Or navigate perchance
Through turbulent waves
In the Ocean
Of Infinite Duration.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Sonnet: A Poet’s Time
Unearthly hours of early morning time!
Hallowed be Thee for thy serenity;
Thou mak’th an artist toil by habit prime;
And show’th the road to Eternity.
What calmness stays around him at that time!
The time he plays his ‘Lute of Poesy’;
And noiseless earth goads him to make sublime,
His Life no more appears very stressy.
Albeit the noise of night’s tiny creatures,
The major world’s people appear to sleep;
Poets get solitude and right features
To think inspired, ink thoughts from the deep!
Glory to Thee, unearthly hours always!
Thou art the best for creators all days.
poem by John Celes
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Time
We test time by seconds, minutes,
hours, days and years.
We then add figures in front of them.
We put time on everything,
whether it is inanimate or animate.
Time will have a space somewhere there.
We are cultured to
seek out time from everywhere.
When we cannot find it,
we are entirely lost.
However, do we really need
a clock to tell us things?
We can eat when we are hungry,
sleep when we are tired,
work until we’ve had enough
and play whenever the moment takes us.
In reality, we don’t need time.
Just think they never
had watches in the olden days.
Have you ever tried
to do without time?
If you haven’t then
you’re missing something so grand.
There are no worries and stress
that modern day brings.
It is healthier living at its best.
Totally relaxing
to enable you to run with the wind.
Time who needs it anyway?
Do we really need to be governed by a clock?
26 October 2007
poem by David Harris
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Given More Time
Its been a long day, tell me how youve been
Sorry its so late, but here we go again
Were sitting here together
Your hand in mine I could stay here forever
Given more time
Chorus:
Given more time to laugh and dance
Give more time to have the chance
To show you this where, I want to be
But that old clock up on the wall
It dont even care at all
Lord I wish I was given more time
For you and me
Honey how was your day
Did you spend it on the run
I know the kids are okay
Thanks for getting things done
In a few more hours, the suns gonna shine
I wish I had the power, to be given more time
song performed by by Vince Gill
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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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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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Staight Back
Written by stevie nicks.
What can I say this time
Which card shall I play
The dream is not over,
The dream is just away
And you will fly like some little wing straight back to the sun
The dream was never over
The dream has just begun
The dream has just begun
Fingers find the ivory keys
And a song begins to begin l
Like a wolf on the run
And you will find while in the wind something that you lost
The dream was never over, no
The dream was only lost
(hours and hours of waiting for you,
So strong and so fleeting)
The dream has just begun
(and hours of waiting for you...
In hopes of meeting)
The dream has just begun
(this way)
Well, the dream has just begun
She remembers how good it can be
He remembers a melody
Ah, in the shadow of my shadow in a gleam
He remembers how good it can be
She remembers a melody
Well, in the shadow of my shadow in a gleam
(hours and hours of waiting for you
So strong and so fleeting)
The dream has just begun
(hours and hours of waiting this way...
Meeting, me)
Hours of waiting for you
(so strong and so fleeting)
The dream has just begun...
(meeting this way)
Straight back now
(hours and hours of waiting
So strong and so fleeting)
Hours and hours waiting this way
Hours and hours of waiting this way
Straight back
Straight back
Straight back... yeah!
He remembers a melody
He remembers how good it can be
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Straight Back
Words and Music by Stevie Nicks
what can i say this time
which card shall i play
the dream is not over
the dream is just away
and you will fly like some little wing
straight back to the sun
the dream was never over
the dream has just begun
the dream has just begun.........dream....
my fingers find the ivory keys
ans a song begins to begin
like a wolf...on the run
and you will find
while in the wind
something that you lost
the dream was never over...no...
the dream was only lost
(hours and hours of waiting for you, so strong and so fleeting)
the dream has just begun
(and hours of waiting for you...in hopes of meeting)
the dream has just begun
(meeting this way)
well, the dream has just begun!
she remembers how good it can be...
he remembers a melody....
ah...in the shadow of my shadow....in a gleam...
he remembers how good it can be....
she remembersa melody.....
well...in the shadow of my shadow....in a dream...whoa....
(hours and hours of waiting for you...so strong and so fleeting)
the dream has just begun
(hours and hours of waiting this way...meeting me...)
and hours of waiting for you
(so strong and so fleeting)
the dream has just begun
(i'm tired of meeting this way)
straight back now
(hours and hours of waiting...so strong and so fleeting)
hours and hours of waiting this way
hours and hours of waiting this way
straight back
straight back
straight back......yeah!!
he remembers a melody...
he remembers how good it can be...
straight back
straight back
straight back......yeah!!
***********************************************************
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Last Dance
Wake up! its a monday morning
No time left to say goodbye
Cant breathe and the lights are changing.
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back to where you come from
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
You wake up in the mornin
And the suns comin up.
Its been up for hours and hours and hours
And hours and hours and hours
Its been up for hours and hours and hours
And you light up the stove
And the coffee cup, its hot.
And the orange juice is cold, cold, cold
Monday morning,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Its time to go,
Time to go to work.
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
No, no, no.
song performed by by Neil Young
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