Hearts are like clocks
Hearts work like clocks
Ticking and tocking
Turning and spinning
Hearts work like clocks
Fragile
Gentle
Hearts work like clocks
Some are broken
Some are fixed
Hearts are like clocks
Every one has been broken
Everyone has been fixed
Hearts are like clocks
They are all bonded by something
And
Someone
poem by Joelstine Gonzaga
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Near the Black Forest
Living in a house
near the Black Forest,
without any clocks,
she's begun
to listen to the walls.
Her neighbors have clocks,
not one
but twenty clocks apiece.
Sometimes
a claque of clocks
applauds
the passing of each day.
Listen to the walls
& wind your watch.
Poor love, poor love,
have they caught you
by the pendulum?
Do they think they've
got you stopped?
Have you
already gathered how,
living near the Black Forest,
she gets by
on cups of borrowed time?
poem by Erica Jong
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The City Clocks
THE City clocks point out the hours
They look like moons on their darkened towers-
And I who was shown my destination
Thrice, but have no sense of location,
Am back again at one or the other
Looming clocks that have changed the figure.
Moments a thousand have hurried over,
And the sought place is as far as ever.
The City clocks point out the hours
They look like moons on their darkened towers;
That Time and Place are a tangled skein
Their mingled strokes say over again.
poem by Padraic Colum
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The World Of Broken Hearts
Every night youll find me in the only world I own.
Its a crowded place thats filled with people all alone.
Its a place that I could write a book about.
When they let you in, youll find theres no way out.
There you dont get in, cause theres no way out
Theres just no way out.
No way out when your in a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
Those who enter here are told to leave their dreams behind.
You may never get to sleep again, but you dont mind.
Its a place that I could write a book about.
When they let you in, youll find theres no way out.
There you dont get in, cause theres no way out
Theres just no way out.
No way out when your in a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
In a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Hearts Can
Hearts can be used
to hate or love.
Hearts can do kindness
for others in need.
Hearts can be giving,
Hearts can be greedy.
Hearts can be evil,
Hearts can be good.
Most of all is this,
if I lose you,
My heart will be broken.
(4-7-07)
Care For One Another..
Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Second thoughts for MY Lady Irene
To time my lady’s attitude,
that she, not clocks is in control
She makes it clearly understood
that she considers on the whole.
That time is only relative
to what she wants or needs to do.
She’s most unlikely to forgive.
anyone who thinks she ought to
be ruled by clocks like other folk.
Content to hurry up and wait
she treats the whole thing as a joke.
When circumstances make her late.
She sees no need to fume and fuss
and those who do as ludicrous.
28-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Second thoughts for MY Lady Irene
To time my lady’s attitude,
that she, not clocks is in control
She makes it clearly understood
that she considers on the whole.
That time is only relative
to what she wants or needs to do.
She’s most unlikely to forgive.
anyone who thinks she ought to
be ruled by clocks like other folk.
Content to hurry up and wait
she treats the whole thing as a joke.
When circumstances make her late.
She sees no need to fume and fuss
and those who do as ludicrous.
28-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Football Jock And The Cheerleader
Football jocks- they allow nothing to get in their way
Girls hearts they’d break every day.
What is a heart? But tissue and mass.
They’ll get over it, it will pass.
Life is a game and we play it to our best
If girls can’t cope then give it a rest.
Love is like football and it has
many tactics that we must learn
and along the way people get burned.
They tend to dropp their hearts
and it shatters on the ground
But someone will pick up the pieces
Whatever could be found.
We are the jocks with one goal in mind
“ to win” every turn and every time.
We are the cheerleaders of the team
We get the fans to jump and scream.
We give you guys moral support
With out us your fans would abort.
You think because you’re football jocks
That all the women s clocks must stop.
Well! We have a surprise for you
Without us you wouldn’t know what to do.
As for our hearts shattering on the ground
My friend! You better turn and look around.
You see! LOVE IS NOT! A football game
And no heart remains the same
You are about to get your dues
For we know exactly what to do.
You may be great on the football field
But our hearts, you will not steal.
You can not get in our heads
nor can you get us in your beds.
poem by Louis Rams
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Hearts Render
From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for
Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more
Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain
Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain
Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart
Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart
poem by Mary Havran
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The Ticking Clocks
all my cells
are ticking clocks
like ticking
bombs
about to explode
like
stars losing their
own lights.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My World Is Over
Kenny Rogers & Whitney Duncan
Single record titled: My World Is Over
(Kenny)
I didn't look over my shoulder
I wasn't ready for this
Didn't see the signs on the horizon
I was so sure that you would never leave
But you did.
Chorus: (Kenny & Whitney)
So sweep away the sand and dry the ocean
And just, pack the moon and stars up in a cardboard box
And stop the clocks from chiming
Block the sun from shining
And paint the sky a deeper shade of blue
'Cause my world's over without you.
(Whitney)
I know I should just keep goin'
But I don't know where to start
I never thought I'd see the day
When you'd go and leave me here
With my broken heart
But you did.
Chorus: (Kenny & Whitney)
So sweep away the sand and dry the ocean
And just, pack the moon and stars up in a cardboard box
And stop the clocks from chiming
And block the sun from shining
And paint the sky a deeper shade of blue
'Cause my world's over without you.
(Whitney)
Maybe someday all the pain will fade
(Kenny)
Maybe this hurt will slowly slip away
(Whitney)
Maybe some things will never change
(Kenny & Whitney)
And I'll still love you.
(Kenny & Whitney)
Stop the clocks from chiming
And block the sun from shining
And paint the sky a deeper shade of blue
'Cause my world's over without you.
My world's over
My world's over without you
My world's over.
Stop the clocks from chiming
And block the sun from shining
'Cause my world's over without you
My world's over...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Time To Turn Back The Clocks
Time to turn back the clocks,
wishing I was twenty six,
and we where young again,
can't change time,
it is liner but one might wish it not to be,
twenty two or twenty six,
now looking at the pick up game,
going for the for the full deck soon,
one year shy of the change,
burn the ace of spades,
not ready for the grave,
time to turn back the clocks.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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A Wink
Across the river there is thunder
A bridge of fears
Clocks of silk dreams ticking
Lovers that quit kissing
I know what you want
The church of Jesus is for the broken
I am there
I see you with your hymnal
I probably shouldn’t wink
But I do
I know you seen me
When we get to heaven
Will you wink back?
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Hanging Clocks
One beautiful day we sailed together,
One beautiful day we walked together,
On one beautiful day you whispered to me,
That one beautiful day you held my hand,
On one beautiful day, we were a fairytale,
So much in love and so inspired,
Like the clock in motion,
Until it fell from the wall
One wonderful day you looked at me,
One wonderful day, it was me and you,
One wonderful day, we made untold history,
That wonderful day, uncountable smile
The days of the heavy winds approached,
Deceived by the one you trusted,
Let down by the hands that put you up,
The wind in periodic forces,
The hanging clocks did fall and break
One pitiful day the clocks fell down,
The fragile glass breaking into pieces,
Hear the sound of my breaking heart,
One pitiful day you walked away,
We could have been that we believed,
One pitiful day you made me a fool
That pitiful day, my eyes flooded,
Yes you really hurt me my love
Me and you a falling clock,
Me and you a tale of lost love,
Me and you a replica of found hurt,
You and me, the genesis of separation,
An exodus of all that seemed to be,
Yes the clocks are falling,
Hear the sound of breaking glasses,
Pronounced flux and total dysfunction
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The King Of Broken Hearts
The king of broken hearts doesnt ask much from his friends
And he has quite a few of them
They know he will understand
Thats just the way it goes
Theking of broken hearts doesnt know hes a king
Hes tryin to forget other things
Like some old ship at sea
Hes walkin through life alone
He talks to angels
And the stars start to spin
He thinks of troubles that hes gotten in
He recalls how his heart got broken
And how its still that way
The king of broken hearts is so sad and wise
He can smile while hes cryin inside
We know hell be brave tonight
Cause hes the king of broken hearts
He talks to angels
And the stars start to spin
He thinks of the troubles that hes gotten in
He recalls how his heart got broken
And how its still that way
The king of broken hearts thinks that hes no fool
Hes a little like me and you
So whats a king like that supposed to do
With all that blue time
We know hell be brave tonight
Cause hes the king of broken hearts
Hes the king of broken hearts
song performed by by George Strait
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The Lovers That Never Were
I have always needed somebody girl,
But I close the doors to keep out the world.
But for you, I would be here all alone,
Locked in a photograph.
All of the clocks have run down.
Lover beware.
Well be the lovers that never were.
I hang patiently on every word you send.
Will we ever be much more than just friends?
As for you, you sit there playing this game,
You keep me waiting
When all of the clocks have run down,
All over the world.
Well be the lovers that never were.
For as long as the sun shines in somebodys eyes,
I believe in you baby, so dont tell me lies.
For as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves,
I know there will be a parade of unpainted dreams.
And I know dear, how much its going to hurt
If you still refuse to get your hands dirty.
So you, you must tell me something,...i love you,
Say goodbye or anything.
All of the clocks have run down.
Times at an end.
If we cant be lovers well never be friends.
For as long as the sun shines in somebodys eyes,
I believe in you baby, so dont tell me lies.
For as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves,
I know there will be a parade of unpainted dreams.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Next Great World War!
the next great world war
is already being fought...
within... within the hearts
of the poor of all nations,
struggling to survive,
for food and shelter.
in the hearts of the jobless,
the homeless, the sick.
in the hearts of prisoners,
of victims...
in the hearts of the takers,
the movers, the ones that make
the decisions, that hold
the key and the whip.
in the hearts of soldiers,
of politicians, of the innocents
killed by the bombing.
in the hearts of seekers,
of the lonely, the desperate.
in the hearts of the angry,
of the haters...
of priests, preachers, and moral guides.
in the hearts of the common,
in the hearts of the gifted,
in the hearts of the protesters,
and the cops that beat them.
in the hearts of all people everywhere,
crying out for change in spite of...
the war rages...
and who will stand
when the day is done?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lovers That Never Were
(mccartney/macmanus)
I have always needed somebody, girl
But I close the doors to keep out the world
But for you
I would be here all alone
Locked in a photograph
All of the clocks have run down
Lover beware
Well be the lovers that never were
I hang patiently on every word you send
Will we ever be much more than just friends?
As for you
You sit there playing this game
You keep me waiting
When all of the clocks have run down
All over the world
Well be the lovers that never were
For as long as the sun shines
In somebodys eyes
I believe in you, baby
So dont tell me lies
For as long as the trees
Throw down blossoms and leaves
I know there will be
A parade of unpainted dreams
And I know, dear
How much its going to hurt
If you still refuse to get your hands dirty
So you
You must tell me something...i love you
Say goodbye or anything
All of the clocks have run down
Times at an end
If we cant be lovers well never be friends
For as long as the sun shines
In somebodys eyes
I believe in you, baby
So dont tell me lies
For as long as the trees
Throw down blossoms and leaves
I know there will be
A parade of unpainted dreams
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Shop of Broken Heart
Baby if all you are selling is broken hearts,
I am not buying any,
Can't repair the broken parts,
Can't fit in the many
Baby if all you are looking for is tender hearts,
To harden them and then tear them apart,
I am not the right kind of guy,
I don't tear my heart.
Baby this is my heart,
See the patches and the stiches left there,
I guess I am not smart,
To break my heart on every count
And if you have a shop of broken hearts,
I don't want to get in there,
I will be the one, and the only one,
Who would have the broken heart.
So I am leaving the smart ones behind,
And if you are selling broken hearts,
I don't want any,
I got plenty of them.
Dead Prayers
hearts trek
feet travel to the road
leading to unknown tombs
forgotten by the winding clocks
never remembered by the heart
and troubled souls
reach the unpainted walls
of a moss decorated crypt
and the dead souls
shouts dead prayers
only the dead can understand
what are halloween prayers anyway?
for uncaring bones
became stout by the earth
addicted by the rain of forgetfullness
and drugged by dreams gone wild
of wisdom lost
in a maze of unknown heavens
in a hell never found..
yet it is Halloween
so hearts still murmur
souls still recite
dead prayers for all
dead souls
encaged on dead tombs
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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