Best Oclock Poems

love came in on Friday
at about three tears 
past two o'clock
I didn't recall 
leaving the door open
yet I can't say he
was uninvited
I knew I had a visitor
when I felt the
chills on my spine
it was startling 
to find him 
standing in my heart
the curtains wide open
and...

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Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection 

•	At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet)


We sit in our campesino existence
Engaging in tasks that provide
Us with livelihood, with purpose,
But, what will you be doing? 
No longer in need of the lamplight 
We reunite in this belief...

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There was so much rain in your voice. 
Daytimes that slept with shadows. 
Perfect perfidies piling 
your W.C. Handy eight-bar bravado 

I never knew your midnight, 
your pluck of broken glass. 
You told stories that left ash trays. 
Burning, 
burned, 
ashes of bruised door frames...

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How can it be that hours creep so
yet years swift passage totally blows
my mind?  The babes are absorbing 
Aristotle, integrating, no more needing
hands held while crossing nor
other mom bossing.  Frequently tossing
my glance to the minute hand barely budging
thought occurs playfully charmingly nudging…
Yep, weekends...

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I wake up each morning
At five o’clock
There seems to be no prior warning
Just me at five o’clock

And I think of something
That won’t leave me
It seems the importance will ring
In my head going round

And it won’t let me sleep
Will there be the answer 
Or will I...

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