Best Keeps On Ticking Poems
System of events so dramatic it reinvents.
My wisdom over lends a static in a sense.
I give them my hands in return for amends,
Even though it is them who never understands.
Shackled and chained, felt internal pain.
Condemned to complain, alone I remain.
I forget my name, hide my face in shame.
Aiming for the fame, my souls put in vain.
Isolated feelings, as high as the ceiling,
Dealing with each one as time keeps on ticking.
I’m sealing the past, and starting a new beginning.
This living I’m seeing, no one should be given.
Sometimes I wonder, when I hear the thunder,
Is GOD asunder, because demons are under,
Waiting in numbers, in patience, in slumber,
At the end of a tunnel, throughout winter and summer.
I guess it could be worse, I could be in a hearse,
If I put my greed first, I lay deep in a curse.
Since my birth I was destined to disburse,
For what its worth, I’m willing to make it work.
The day drags its feet, despite my efforts to speed up its pace. I got up late, so that I could sleep away the morning hours, aiming for a shorter day. Yet it’s only half past ten and I’ve already eaten breakfast and put my dishes in the sink. Glaring at the clock for the umpteenth time, doesn’t help, it just keeps on ticking away; yet I swear that it hasn’t budged since the last time I looked. I already tidied up my room, and picked up last years toys. And I’ve even put some milk and cookies out, hung my stocking up over the fireplace and wrote a note to Santa; yet it’s only noon, now what? What am I going to do for the next eight hours? Why does it always take forever for sleep to come, when Christmas day is the next day?
Cloudy skies explode into puffs of snowy flakes,
Harbingers of excitement and sweet sugar cakes.
Ringing bells peal and chime, blessing this joyous day,
Invitations to celebrate Jesus's birthday.
Santa's reindeer are all set for their flight tonight
To deliver presents; to every child's delight.
Mommies and daddies are all smiles and hugs of love,
As youngsters eagerly search the skies above.
Slumber fuels dreams of elves and a flying sleigh,
Dozing off to sleep, while awaiting Christmas day.
All the months of waiting will soon be at an end,
Yuletide spirits filling hearts as fun and faith blend.
(Haibun/Acrostic/Rhyming Couplet)
I've got a heart that holds the answers.
And I've got the strength to carry on.
And if you think you've got the questions.
I've got the answers, to what you need.
And I've got a clock that keeps on ticking.
I've got a heart that follows along..
I've got a heart that'll last forever.
I've got a heart that'll keep me alive.
It'll keep me alive.
It'll keep me alive..
I've got more than the Tin Man or Scarecrow.
I've got more that The Wizard Of Oz.
When I feel my health's in danger.
I drink from the hardy fountain of youth.
When I drink of that mineral water.
It gives my heart, just what it needs.
Just what it needs.
Just what it needs.
I've got a heart that'll last forever.
I've got a heart that'll keep me alive.
It'll keep me alive.
It'll keep me alive..
I've got more than the Tin Man or Scarecrow.
I've got more than The Wizard Of Oz.
And while my heart's holding out forever.
There will be nothing to keep us apart.
Our heart's will be in bond forever.
And we'll have the strength to carry on.
I've got a heart that'll last forever.
I've got a heart that'll keep me alive.
It'll keep me alive.
It'll keep me alive..
I've got more than the Tin Man or Scarecrow.
I've got more than The Wizard Of Oz.
Than The Wizard Of Oz..
Than The Wizard Of Oz..
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How can a day last for so long
and a year go by so fast?
I'm racing for the future
with my wheels spinning in the past.
If the rain never stops.
How come the wells run dry?
I feel I can cry a river
but there's not a tear in my eye.
How come we only call on God
when we're in trouble, jail, or prison?
How can we hear what He says
when we're to busy to even listen.
If the laughter never stops.
When will the crying begin?
Everybody is looking to heaven
while we're still living in sin.
The clock just keeps on ticking.
How much time do we have left?
The Lord's heard so much whinning
that He's probably gone deaf.
I found a needle in the haystack
after I was blinded by His Son.
I'm going to smile when I see Jesus.
Maybe you better run.
How can it be so quiet
when the music never stops?
Who made all these rules
and who's policing the cops.
If you never question authority
are any of us truly free?
When did the land of opportunity
turn into the land of the fee?
Why do the poor always pay
while the rich get richer?
Do you think the presidents poor
or do you get the picture?
How can we all be so damn poor
yet we still buy into all their lies?
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
and all our freedom dies.
If you wait long enough, things will surely start clicking
Your elbows, your knees, then your eyes will start flicking
You'll bump into doors
Trip on things on the floor
But everything's okay as long as ye ole heart keeps on ticking
As we lay here in our bed, somewhat like two strangers force to share the last hotel room at
Mary K convention. At the morning table I try to hide behind my paper, trying as hard as I
can to avoid an even modest conversation.
As she stands at the stove and begins to slam cabinet doors in attempt raise some friction
between us. I swallow down my last sip of coffee and grabbed my briefcase in attempt to
avoid her sublime actions of frustrations. Doors slam as my tires peel off into the distance,
as I felt her hawk like stare penetrating my bumper as I pressed my foot even harder to the
pedal, as I attempted to lose her in the focus of my review mirror.
Finally arriving at work nearly an hour early, my cubical soon becomes my sanctuary away
from my marital aggravations at home. Once I began to settle into my desk, I soon release a
sigh of relaxation. With each task completed…I soon began watching the big clock on the
office wall as it just keeps on ticking. As I finally leave for the day and get into
my car and with each turn of my wheel which brings me closer to my home…As I start to
dread the very thought of having to turn that door knob.
This place use to be my sanctuary away from this cold world and life’s little disappointments.
Once inside, I drop my briefcase by the door…In a hurried rush to get up the upstairs before
she realizes I'm home. This is not how I believed a marriage should be, yet I participate in
these games of charade. Each of us too scared to end this game. So we both lie here in our
sour bed of shame.
And here I am again completely weird
But the clock it just keeps on ticking
But not the only reason why I'm tired
And my eyes they keep on flickering
When outside all these flashing lights
The sound of cars keep whishing on by
It's no good all these sleepless nights
If I could get some blink in shut eye
I keep on telling myself sweet dreams
Though most of the time they are vivid
It's like I'm jumping in and out of scenes
And only leaves one restless and livid
Yeah I defiantly need some more r,e,m's
It's like this bad case of sleep depravation
I'm often asked where is it that it all stems
Though I've never been one for relaxation
I need some more rapid eye movement
If I could get some of those sweet lullaby’s
Of course that would be an improvement
To those bags that are under my eyes
Thoughts keep going round in my head
If I could give some rest to my aching bod
I've just got to start getting myself to bed
Though still trying to find the land of nod
Something wanted to write about for a while
couple of verse not to happy with might update in futre
just getting some thoughts out of my head
im sure a lot of people can relate to this
when in my ywenties did not need as much
but so much going on at times find it hard to relax
get in to that third stage of sleep
WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTTFE MARCH (2013)
INSPIERD BY ALL THE COOL SOUP MEMBERS ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Luke Dailey
December 25, 2014
Everything is topping up
The Lunatic has struck his luck
By waiting like a sitting duck
He found his “Stomach-tuck”
His stomach-tuck’s a golden goose
Or is it his final noose?
Everything is going round
But where is it going down
Is time a river or a line?
Nothing here is really fine
She used to be oh so kind
That was in a different time
Now she’s of the other kind
Hope is killing one by one
His mind and heart are one and one
Look at me, “What have you done?”
You were the only one
Take a trip down memory lane
What a pointless, silly game
If you don’t come out on top
Your mind will quickly pop
Lights are flashing red and blue
“Oh god what did I do?”
“I promise you this isn’t me.”
“Please will you believe me?”
I wanna go home it’s eating me
Wishing me to slowly die
I woke up in a suit and tie
Time just keeps on ticking by
No one sees, I sure don’t
Slowly closing in my throat
Waking up, it’s just a joke
God is crying in his boat
Is it raining or melting?
The Lunatic hears all the dings
The clock is rusted, time is gone
And his mind is too far gone
If you think he’s good you’ll see
What a joke he played on me
Time is gone, frozen
And nothing’s gonna fix it now
Nothing’s gonna fix it now
Who’s the one laughing now?
Luke Dailey
(Inspired by Joe Bonamassa's "Midnight Hours")
Oh, how I hate
when sunlight has fled,
Misery visits
as I lie in bed.
I simply can’t sleep.
I just feel so bad.
By midnight’s hour
I’m sadder than sad.
The clock keeps on ticking
and louder it seems
as I keep wishing
to fall into dreams
Chorus:
Thoughts of you swirling and swirling around.
Where can the sweetness of comfort be found?
I need to forget you. I’m coming undone.
I beg and I beg
for Oblivion.
Oh to just dream
this sadness away.
Instead with moroseness
the whole night I stay.
If I could only
get some shut-eye.
I’m feeling so blue
I just want to die.
This dirge in the darkness
keeps coming to me.
Please let me escape
my reality.
Chorus:
Thoughts of you swirling and swirling around.
Where can the sweetness of comfort be found?
I need to forget you. I’m coming undone.
I beg and I beg
for Oblivion.
Oblivion take me, take me away.
Oh, for oblivion
each night I pray
(repeat last two lines till end of song)
May 18, 2023
For Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
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If a diamond is forever,
then love is the San Francisco treat.
Just a little dab’ll do ya
so be all that you can be.
It’s the cheesiest, so just do it
you can have it your way.
So reach out and touch someone
it’s the best part of waking up.
And like a good neighbor, there’s
love and no more tears.
Once you pop, you can’t stop for
nobody does it like Sara Lee.
She lets her fingers do the walking
promise her anything, but give her love.
She’s come a long way baby
and brings good things to life.
But when it rains, I see it pours
and I deserve a break today.
For a mind is a terrible thing to waste
does she…or doesn’t she?
Her love is good to the last drop
so don’t treat your puppy like a dog!
Celebrate the moments of your life,
And don’t leave home without them.
I fly her friendly skies, they’re great
and I can have it my own way.
Keeps going, and going, and going
She is the pause that refreshes.
Takes a licking and keeps on ticking
nothing comes between me and my girl.
She tastes great though her love is less filling
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!
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Standing at the Center of my Moment
While writing these lines
I think of all the worlds moments
Taking up the worlds time.
Grains of Sand in an hour glass
dropping moment by moment
filling every moment with memories
that make up our lives.
It's 4:00 a.m. here and a whole new day a world away.
It boggles my mind when I think of time.
While I write these words, somewhere folks
are swinging or cooking or swimming,
working, nuzzling, cuddling, walking, running!
Someone else is high tech. while I...
find my flashlight is best.
Teachers teaching us how to tell time
moment by moment a real gold mine.'
Bees are so busy collecting their honey
and Wolves howl at the moon.
Dogs bark as kittens play.
Out from the lake swims a Loon.
I wonder how a moment can hold all of it.
Maybe it's just that they swirl and spin
Time keeps on ticking
Each moment creating a din.
When I started to write this a few moments ago
I had no idea moments were like a big ol bowl!
Filled with memories that flow and flow.
The heart wants to love,
Yet, we hate.
In the face of chaos,
It steps up to the plate.
The heart wants to understand
Yet, we are confused.
It keeps on pumping in spite of
Being abused.
The heart wants equality
Yet, we dominate one another.
Some are secure,
Others tend to smother.
The heart wants peace
Yet, we fight.
Some see it in black,
Others in white.
The heart wants to give
Yet, we are greedy.
Most need space,
Others to needy.
The heart wants to heal
Yet, we destroy.
A war was fought over a woman,
Her name was Helen of Troy.
The heart wants to care
Yet, we are insensitive.
Time keeps on ticking,
It is infinitive.
The heart can't take the
Break no longer.
If only the heart,
Could be stronger.
Turbo1904
I'm chasing my shadow
Walking in circles
Caught in a daydream
That keeps spinning round
Speaking in riddles
Using unspoken words
Whispered so softly
Never making a sound
In a world of unknowing
Time has no purpose
The clock keeps on ticking
While both hands are bound
This place in my darkness
Life is contrary
A world colored in abstract
Painting thoughts so profound
Sitting by the house furnace by the heat
my growing pains would lessen and I'd find relief
I would do this quite often while going through growth spurts
sitting on the warm floor in the hallway I would lurk
Now I'm middle aged and of course my full grown height
as I'm trying to age gracefully with all of my might
I know arthritis has invaded parts of my anatomy
and my eyes like to squint but at least I can see
Physically I've had a lot of wear and tear
from running around on concrete floors all these years
wearing special supportive sneakers helps quite a bit
as I'm not going to take this lying down and quit
Mentally I'm sound and still very much aware
that aging is just a natural process which I'll have to bear
I thank God every morn I'm still alive and kicking
as this body takes a licking but keeps on ticking
Am still learning new things most every day
and sense that time is flying by faster without delay
who knows, one day I might have to walk with a cane
hopefully realizing its just a part of my growing pains.
3-8-18
This poem’s stupid
This poem stinks
Stinks as in shoes
Stinks like you
You are worthless
You are wrong
Wrong is right
Wrong defines bad
Bad people are shoved off
Bad things happen to the best
Best moments do not last
Best memories are taking
Taking stilly in a photo
Taking problems that mean nothing
Nothing stands up for doubt
Nothing is what lies at heart
Heart beats to give me breath
Heart whispers what I regret
Regret is when we turn old
Regret is a feeling we seem to hold
Hold dear your closest friend
Hold on to the loved ones who hurt
Hurt one another with lies of love
Hurt your Father who rests high above
Above is where death resides
Above me, my grandparents lie
Lie that pulled your love closed
Lie down to accept the end
End with a reset mind
End this poem that’s a waste of time
Time that keeps on ticking
Time no one has on their hands
Hands that can’t stop moving
Hands to offer a sense of humanity
Humanity can’t think clearly
Humanity is blind
Blind ones are known to see the most
Blind eyes are the brightest pupil
Pupil rests at the center of the eye
Pupil learns how to create a work of art
Art flourishes over all states
Art creates your very own world
World is where the people live
World hunger is what we strive to return
Stars cover up the night
Stars are what give life meaning
Meaning...
Night...