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Alongside The Tick Of The Clock

It is then, that time does mock, in fractured, punctuated dreams. Alongside the tick of the clock. Elusive, as sea serpents in a Loch, your reflection, not always as it seems. It is then that time does mock. "Come, count the years, take stock. life, expired tickets, you can't redeem, alongside the tick of the clock." And there, it comes as quite a shock. You find yourself adrift, out of steam. It is then that time does mock. "You strutted away like a Peacock, who's plumage means nothing in Death's theme, alongside the tick of the clock." Against youth's door, you stand and knock. But, it is too late and you scream. It is then, that time does mock, alongside the tick of the clock.
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Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011

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Goodbye is not the end of time

Persistent soul clings like chime.
Though not all things are bound to stay,
Goodbye is not the end of time.
Though poem may lose its rhyme
And turmoils may block your way,
Persistent soul clings like chime.
Clouds above could turn lime,
Still the sun never lose its ray,
Goodbye is not the end of time.
Even it’s sad to watch alone a mime,
Even longing is the price to pay,
Persistent soul clings like chime.
Though lovers leave their clime,
When he returns, you’ll be gay.
Goodbye is not the end of time.
To have faith is not a crime,
Still nights turn to day.
Persistent soul clings like chime.
Goodbye is not the end of time.

Copyright © John Rey Canon | Year Posted 2014

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Mean Time

The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock’s go back and winter’s here. 
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year

When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.

The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean –
This is the mean time of the year.

Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth – a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!

Copyright © shirin neshat | Year Posted 2013

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So Brief the Time

The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.

Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime	
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,	      	
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.

Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time		
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime

Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime	
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,		
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime






Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Waiting for Spring

Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
It's resting under the clear star lit sky
Forever waiting until you return

As dawn hints red I can see with concern
Clouds gather on the Horizon, snow's nigh
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The morning sun peeps through, but fails to burn
Thin mist  from fields, so it's left just to lie
Forever waiting until you return

So patiently wait for seasons to turn
The sun's past its zenith, how time doth fly
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The young skylark waits for winters adjourn
To pass the time he  sings joy  from up high
Forever waiting until you return

Day's end is here but it's hard to discern
If the ice has melted much, but we try
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
Forever waiting until you return



Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2012

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Time to Pay the Toll

Your piercing eyes warp my soul
These callous games seem coldly unjust
Time is up…now pay the toll

Your intense stare and polished stroll
Littering your path with futile dust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul

Your arduous antics temper my parole 
A petite portion of fleeting lust 
Time is up…now pay the toll

Your lifeless heart beats caked with coal
Your fingertips roam laced with rust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul

My psyche is spent, the rest you stole
Your ego sways awkwardly robust
Time is up…now pay the toll

So close to your vainglorious goal
I wish my desires to flee in a gust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul
Time is up…now pay the toll

Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2012

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Another Time



It was in another time, another place
Back then he brought me red, red roses
Now my forever memory is of his face

Scent of that bouquet time will not erase
Now pressed between the pages of a book
It was in another time, another place

In my soul I keep a deeply hidden space
For him, the one who first stole my heart
Now my forever memory is of his face

Our past and present often interlace
What happened then reflected now and then
It was in another time, another place

If wishes had wings I’d be in his embrace
His breath warm against my unlined cheek
Now my forever memory is of his face

He gave me roses on the special day
With promises the young are apt to make
It was in another time, another place
Now my forever memory is of his face.

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016

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Threshold-s- Hail Thee

Threshold(s) Hail thee

The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.

The many battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.

Not she rests assured by nature’s salvage date.
This life yet renders bosoms for cardinal:
To nourish…, enrich this trait to dominate.

From ‘yes’ I breathe to still ‘no’ I defecate.
These, I owe house of notional tribunal.
For that life’s deliverance I will elevate.

Progenies I, owe this life that promulgate
News of me to flora and fauna’s astral.
I owe this life for those gifts to dominate.

Nerve not she got, to stand tests to procreate
Won’t my lines have been thrown in lone nocturnal?
This path that delivers I will elevate,
To the place of rest that saints will dominate.

©A.O, 4/4/2014.
Dedicated to my mother and my father. And parents alike.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014

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The Ending Yet Not

The time has came to an end,
My heart is beating fast,
I want to embrace you,
For ever you shall be mine.

Why is love so hard?
My tears fall and fall,
Memories will remain in my mind,
I don't like this ending,
I wanted happy ending.

All I wanted is a small house,
With a happy family,
I wanted to be what I didn't,
See with my parents.

God why is he fading off,
He is everything I got!
I searched hard,
To find the one I want.

I feel rushed to obtain my mind,
The words just keep on,
Coming in rush,
As if you are leaving,
At this moment and on,

I want to talk to my best friend,
To look in your eyes is hard,
My emotions run,
My tears cant stop!

To say goodbye is hard,
To have no one to turn to,
When I am happy and sad,
When you are alone,
I want to be by your side,
Every where you go,
I want to be there with,

My heart has the deepest cut,
I want you to be close to me,
Like we were before,
I feel angry with God!!
Why are you leaving me?

This isn't the vision I had in mind,
Best friends and lovers forever apart,
I wanted you to be the one,
To hold my hand and get married.

Copyright © shirin neshat | Year Posted 2010

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In That Place

She smiles for me each time I wake,
though whom she is, is status quo.
I pause and think, for goodness sake.

I love you mom, her voice will shake.
How do you feel, her eyes aglow.
She smiles for me each time I wake.

Then from the haze I slowly break.
Why that is Carolyn, although,
I pause and think, for goodness sake.

My world is dark more vague opaque.
I watch for that nice face I know.
She smiles for me each time I wake.

My world is pain and much heartache.
I don’t weigh options to and fro.
I pause and think, for goodness sake.

My choices are much fun to make,
I just say yes or hesitate,
She smiles for me each time I wake.
I pause and think, for goodness sake.


© 25 May 2011

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011

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The Time Store

I want to go to the time store and buy more
Another year another day to
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for. 

We could sit on the beach and watch the shore 
Go to a still lake and fish from a canoe
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

I want to keep every promise to you I ever swore
Bake fresh bread with you to dip in cheese fondue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Let's tell our kids all of your family lore 
Adopt new kittens and listen to their mew
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

Let's paint a rainbow using every color
Mix and invent new ones with a unique hue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

With bent knees, we'll pray on the floor
Praise God for little things like morning dew
I want to go to the time store and buy more
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Villanelle for the Death of Archery

There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know

Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know

I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

Copyright © PK Kelley | Year Posted 2011

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Never Satisfied With A Single Kiss

We are never satisfied with a single kiss...
always willing to explore all that's thrilling;
mist slowly rises to shroud our secrets.

Even night refuses to leave, it gladly allows
more time while dawn is steadily advancing...
we are never satisfied with a single kiss.

None can put out the desire of tender touches, 
the lasting delights of our ecstatic embracing;
we are never satisfied with a single kiss. 

Although amorous whispers won't last for hours,
we shut ourselves from sounds that are intruding;
only the scintillating universe listens to secrets.

It's morning our clothes seem rolling leaves,
they lay there...under the curtains flapping; 
we are never satisfied with a single kiss.

Sunlight brings back a reality too ambiguous;
immensely saddened, unwilling to stop caressing:
we are never satisfied with a single kiss!
Will time, in its haste, sweep away all secrets?






Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 






Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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Never Satisfied With A Single Kiss

We are never satisfied with a single kiss,
willing to explore and feel all that's thrilling...
as clouds slowly descend to shroud secrets.

Even night refuses to leave, it gladly allows
more time while dawn is steadily marching...
chasing shadows and stealing our warm kiss. 

Nothing can put out the intense desire of tenderness,
no invasiveness will end the delight of our embracing;
we will not give in to threats and give up the last kiss. 

Clothes blown by the morning wind seem rolling leaves,
ecstatic moans fill the bedroom, it's intense lovemaking;
if only memories could freeze the sweetness of secrets!

Sunlight brings back a reality so ambiguous;
immensely saddened, unwilling to stop caressing;
we are never satisfied with a single kiss!
Will time, in its haste, sweep away all secrets?






Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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''The Power Of Time''

 
I would like father time to stop clicking, Could the past, present and future slow down; Oh, I wish that time would just stop spinning. Alarm clocks, hours, minutes, seconds whirling, The devourer of things- give me the crown; I would like father time to stop clicking. Time's winged chariot will slow its charging, Lord give me the power and don't you frown; Oh, I wish that time would just stop spinning. I will dwell in halls of my mind dreaming, There will be no race, tide, march in my town; I would like father time to stop clicking. Time will flow slow and stop it's ravaging, In the sands of time, this girl will not drown; Oh, I wish that time would just stop spinning. I will just make time stand still while resting, Lord, oh let me wear time's powerful gown; I would like father time to stop clicking, Oh, I wish that time would just stop spinning. ____________________ June 9, 2016 Villanelle For the contest, My Super Power sponsor, Lewis Raynes

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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MASK

because the kid without a mask was told
perhaps in earnest more likely though in jest
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

at any rate his honest heart was sold
he was not of a mind to try a test
because the kid without a mask was told

if one can wait most aches and pains enfold
no more than time can slowly put to rest
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

therefore forbearing years have gently rolled
still waiting for the time that is the best
because the kid without a mask was told

be patient and just wait be not too bold 
behave meet life as an invited guest
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

but explanations now do not unfold
not much can he of time or strength invest
because the kid without a mask was told
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

Copyright © robert Temple | Year Posted 2008

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In Another Time


The Jersey Shore

We, in another time, did savor summer's glow
upon a beach where many generations went,
where old time Jersey Shore was joy we came to know.

The cute, quaint cottages all nestled in a row
with pristine sandy beach, and fragrant ocean scent;
We, in another time, did savor summer's glow. 

Where cooling ocean breezes spread their lovely flow,
a wicked hurricane arrived with bad intent...
where old time Jersey Shore was joy we came to know.

And, Sandy was that dreaded name we came to know;
she left the beach and homes in shocking discontent...
We, in another time, did savor summer's glow. 

Now homely, modern cottages on stilts bestow
steep stairs, no flower gardens, charming beach accents
where old time Jersey Shore was joy we came to know.

A different time exists, rebuilt on new plateau,
for Sandy washed away, removed 'old days" content.
We, in another time, did savor summer's glow
where old time Jersey Shore was joy we came to know.

July 15, 2016

Contest: In Another Time
Sponsor: IrOnic Zink

Note: Hurricane Sandy - October 2012, (unofficially known as "Superstorm Sandy") was the deadliest and most destructive hurricane of the 2012 Atlantic hurricane season, and the second-costliest hurricane in United States history. While it was a Category 2 storm off the coast of the Northeastern United States, the storm became the largest Atlantic hurricane on record. The Jersey Shore suffered the most severe winds and surf from Hurricane Sandy and the most damage from the storm. The Shore had the second highest flood in its history.  (Wikipedia)

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Waiting

WAITED

We waited such a long time for your call
We jumped each time the senseless phone would ring
Each car door slamming was another wall

Of time built up around us--time to crawl
Through hours till morning--frightened time to  cling
We waited such a long time for your call

We held our breath and heard small sounds grow tall
We wondered what the next mail truck might bring
Each car door slamming was another wall

The sirens wailing were the worst of all
The come-and-go: a child's gone-crazy swing
We waited such a long time for your call

How heavy silence is in its slow fall
How long life is when measured by its sting
Each car door slamming was another wall

Those sirens with that manic high-pitched bawl
What can they mean in memory...anything?
We waited such a long time for your call
Each car door slamming was another wall

Copyright © robert Temple | Year Posted 2008

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Take A Chance

Where are you now?
Will you be able to find your way?
Step into the darkness, take a chance

The path is long
The way is hard
Where are you now?

The light is deadly 
Take the path unknown
Step into the darkness, take a chance

The light is blinding
Change your path
Where are you now?

Be careful, watch your step
The path to take is unstable
Step into the darkness, take a chance

Do you see where you're going?
Is the end of your path near?
Where are you now?
Step into the darkness, take a chance

Copyright © Amber Willis | Year Posted 2008

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A First Night Kiss (Villanelle)


Upon the breath of Auld Langsyne
the lips of new love locked in kiss
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.

My ears gone deaf, my eyes gone blind
in static of electric hiss
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne

The tickle up and down my spine
a moment captured, I'd not miss
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.

The bells of morrow  ring the time
the chimes of midnight ignite bliss
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne.

Inebriated by love's wine,
the sweetest taste; it must be this,
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.

Tomorrow new, the past behind
while yesterday the chimes dismiss.
Two spirits one, sweetly entwined
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne.

Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2006

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Grey

A past once treasured, held so dear,
A fleeing thought she wished to stay
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Change is this lady’s greatest fear,
Now she holds the infinite future at bay
A past once treasured, held so dear.

Others look upon, seeing this as queer,
Dreading the night she seeks only the day
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Her path is vague, very unclear,
Her vision black and white, blind to the grey
A past once treasured, held so dear.

The fire hunts her, coming near,
She is no longer the warrior, becoming the prey
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

She has uncovered it, she is here,
From the trial some path, she did not stray
A past once treasured, held so dear,
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2007