Best Tick Poems

To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a...

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i look at the walls around me
bootleg-moonshine shadows dancing
a waltz atop nighttide's stage
yet i am empty of my own emotion
alone, covered in reflections of us.

i still smell your scent
linger in every deep breath
within this humid air
and i choke up another piece of me
as the hands...

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When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick
Collaboration with Robert Lindley
8th March 2019

Town was quiet, its heart barely beating
midnight hour came and went so fast
moon and stars blinked through open window
silence echoed in the town's invisible pulse
Strange how life gives night its powers
its...

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When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick

Town was quiet, its heart barely beating
midnight hour came and went so fast
moon and stars blinked through open window
silence echoed in the town's invisible pulse
Strange how life gives night its powers
its more peaceful and murmuring tones
we...

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"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality, 
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments  
and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks")



A brand new day
Tick tock tick tock
You grow, you learn
You take that walk
To get...

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In my clock, I hear tickery tock
It just stopped!  No tick tock from my clock
Oh my dear tick tock box
Now I fear there's a fox
In my tickery tockery clock

A sly fox in your dear tick tock box?
Oh my gosh, I can see his striped...

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When the days stretch into evenings
When the evenings slip into nights
When the minutes pull together
Silken threads greet the sunlight

When the days span into months
When the months spin into years
With the silken moments carted
Iridescent strands will then appear. 
 
When the threads run through the loom
When...

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Tick tock, tick tock, the sound of the clock
A constant reminder that time never stops
There must be something that can be done
To slow down the time, how quickly it runs
From seconds to minutes to hours then days
Calendars form an unsolvable maze

Tick tock tick tock, ...

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The neighborhood buffet boasted 
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted, 

creamy gravy, and smashed taters. 
You can serve yourself, no waiters. 

Into the long line you will strut
more than ready to fill your glut.

Bypass the green salads and soup; 
run quickly, to the fried foods swoop...

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crepitus announces itself annoyed
at my impudence  as I climb the stairs
it speaks the language of stop, I don't

flatulence trumpets my presence
luckily no one is hear to breathe deep
another dead language of age

the sounds of decomposition make me smile
for even they can fill a blank...

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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...

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Tick Tock Tick Tock 


Tick, tock, tick, tock, goes the sound of my clock
I am waiting, waiting, waiting.  Waiting for time to expend
Never have I known time to go so slowly

Exhilarated!  The subject of my tormented dreams will appear
Miles separate, but wires, contaminated...

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Tick tock 
The clock is ticking
And the world is moving
Can you imagine
How fast can the time be
today

Tick tock
My head is ringing
And my problems is stopping
But my ending
Is just a beginning
Today

Tick tock
I am waiting for tomorrow
Unsure of awaiting sorrow
This time I had borrow
Will never return to...

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She closed  the door behind her with tears locking 
millions of cogs , snapped shut
Clock stopped ticking, tocking 
For a moment
I stare, already knowing
The cause of these emotions 
She plopped down like a baby born dead
Deceased of vitality
She started healing as soon as i...

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The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams

Looking through a magical dewdrop we now see an enchanted
Chandelier, liquid-sparkling pure, where a mystical quicksilver 
Mirrors a living-moonlight reflection of a thousand radiant stars.

These stars are heavenly focus points that reflect the celestial
Magnificence of Almighty God’s prescient...

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