Best Stopwatch Poems

-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-

A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a...

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The air was thin and icy.
It was dark and cold outside.
A blanket of snow covered the ground.
The footprints in the snow led the way.
We loaded...

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Pecking quick, a parting kiss
Pumping legs, a train to miss
Lovers waving, strangers pass
Tears and hugs a whistle blast 
Scanning papers on news stands
Pats on backs...

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Impressionist Poem

time clock
stopwatch
still, life moves...

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Time is precious time is priceless 
Every second ticks a minute 
Every minute ticks an hour 
Every stroke towards the midnight hour.

Born of our mother...

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Have you ever found yourself stranded in the tract
between what you think is fiction and what you think is fact?
And whipped so hard with the...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed...

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tercets in ABA rhyme

Clouds are blocking out the sun.
I reach for hat and raincoat,
gotta take my morning run.

Rain breezes by, it's just a mist;
but whirling...

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Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font.  A footle fest!

Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her

Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar

Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email

Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source

Borgana...

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The moment you arrived I knew the hour that brought you here. You my newborn 
child, was going to be loved til' the ends of...

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Another Sunday morning
Crouched in the beam of headlights
Steam coming off coffee and breath
Fumbling to pin race bib to pants

A romance
Of sorts; this dance I’m addicted...

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I call him Clarence,
for no especial reason.
He announces in a soothing
if somewhat stilted
synthesised tone,
'The time is now ten a.m.'
He will oblige again at ten thirty
and...

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Maybe I’ll lick my savage knuckles
or shoot arrows at the sun

And if our anonymous devils dance
after slipping on their potential tap shoes
we might play the...

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Silence says I love you!,
   Also, I hate you.
Silence says I care for you,
   Also, who are you?
Silence says I am...

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When time flies, feelings of euphoria,
spur jaw-dropping habitus within,
vision of nirvana on groundswell earth,
chirping bird amber tone on hedgerow,
cacophony that piercing aural backdrop,
riotry of wild...

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