Best Ticking Poems
If time stops for a tick,
The waves hold breath offshore,
My life boat lost in sea,
Finds fate in destiny,
Time ticking, echoes, me.
If time stops for a tick,
My heart shares love above,
The Romance in you & me,
Eternal bond, love's rule,
Time ticking, souls joined, we.
If time stops for a tick,
I'll stand like a mountain,
Avalanches come and go,
Trees stand tall, hardy, so,
Time ticking, spirit shows.
If time stops for a tick,
I reflect on my past,
The failures in my life,
Might turn into success,
Time ticking, same old life.
(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics)
I Can't think well of a democracy
if nepotism and false promises
are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy
A system of governance can't appeal to me
if it forever stinks of the 'stinking' rich plutocracy.
The media the ravening wolves many times their puppets,
together they howl for our divided attention
With wily words to win the masses of marionnettes
The nation's welfare merely their scheme in pretension.
Wonder why political power has to be the monopoly
of ambitious, vainglorious affluent power moguls.
Why can't they simply choose leaders
from any sincere poor yet wise and humble individuals?
The promises of a better world by 'em' politicians
are simply the oratory tricks of slick tacticians.
Demagogues come in all shapes and sizes
They come in 'perfect' future leader disguises
Pulling you and me to polling booths, luring us the dumbstruck voters
To amass as much power and wealth as possible in their limited quotas.
No wonder poor presidents are turned or burned
in the form of their rude and crude effigy cartoons
Comic sarcastic politics I say, since a caricature
it purposely lampoons!
Then the demonstrations, remonstrations
but they only invite riots and tear bomb gas
So if yah can keep your rallies peaceful
maybe you won't be such an ass.
And if yah do go ahead ranting, panting, slogun chanting
No seeds of discord nor weeds of hate be sowing, planting
for a showdown with fleshy arms, no metal arms can still be prancing, advancing
With sloguns not shotguns be ye protesting and demanding.
Thus I really wonder if politicos politicking
really do make the world tick.
Or do they simply in many places cause
timebombs to parallel the clock's tick?
(ok cast d ballot n vote 4 me as funny presidential candidate
of no-man's land ;
American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Time is reality
A deck of cards
with a joker
Coincidences
does make a difference
Draw the ace
don't be picky
Steady steps
mechanically driven
Time, a macabre prank
sinks deep
The night train maintains its route
Natures fields, plains, moors, deserts, wonders rife!
Habitats alive,
where life can survive!
Why? Civilised beings murdered all life!
For personal greed!
Used slaves to set seed!
Natures plan, the survival of the fittest.
Mans plan, to remove all not of interest.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We poison oceans, deplete atmosphere!
Science always knew,
Governments poohed poo!
Now, as we've learned nought, for our lives' we fear!
We're told it's too late.
Then what is the fate
that our children's children just might have to face?
Stop pollution now, and, it might slow the pace.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Back in the nineties re. health and safety,
plastics were discussed.
Virility, hushed.
A seminar did close most hastily.
I was asked to stay.
Asked how I knew, hey!
Documentary, Tomorrows World, I think?
Chemicals from plastic leeching into drink.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We will stick with plastics, it's on the news.
Microplastic kills
fish, clogging their gills!
If you feel like I do, pass on your views.
On telly daily!
No longer maybe!
Plastics polluting the oceans poisons fish!.
The mainstay of many, it's their staple dish.
Pollution is killing, and, we're all remiss
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Clocks ticking, can't you hear?
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5/9/18
QARINAGE - Any Topic' Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory R Barden
How's your dear old ticker ticking
When's the last time you had it checked
If it's been a while then get right to it
Better safe than sorry by heck
Us old guys need to keep on top of it
Procrastination can be a deadly thing
Knew a man who's now six feet under
Thought life was just one happy fling
We're all here for just a short while
So be happy and smile as you proceed
Make sure you live your life to the fullest
As the years fly by at full speed
How's your dear old ticker ticking
Don't dare say 'I'm feeling pretty well'
You may be feeling fine one day
Then wham... it's the final bell!
Love turns time of Spring,
Flowers to bloom and feminine rhyme on the ground.
Tree blossoms providing pollen to call on
Butterflies and hummingbirds flit around
So profound sweet nectar and the bees to crawl upon
the ticking of time.
Love turns time of the World,
Clouds rain beating in echoing sound of its master.
Blossoming trees providing shade that's never forgotten
To touch her fire within hearth flames, beating faster,
Begotten seeds by universal earth and heaven,
the ticking of time.
Love turns time existence,
Sun shining a world of healing sweet warm love.
A faint feeling that exists like a lightning rod.
True love from up above from our Divine God
Spiced with rhythm and rhyme, of life love and affection,
the ticking of time.
3/5/2024
Through the silence of the years
Time tiptoes in each small story
Another morning wakes with gentle glory
Too quickly, pass the years, ...it is clear
Around me and everywhere I look
Time slips and slides, so close upon the slopes
With mists upon the distant hills....our hopes
Are dwindled down to one small book
Ticking loudly, as down the ridge I climb
Echoes of the time, casting shadows grey
Narrowed down to waning days
A world of clocks, unwinding time
Uncaring clocks, to hear the sound, can be quite hard
Each minute, one by one, ticks-ticks-ticks my life away
The face of time, indifferent, without care, never strikes a last ballet
But, simply carries on, and will tick on, with no regard
-----in the ticking of my clock
i find
numbers running in seconds,
in circles
moving forward
----yet
somehow,
also moving backward?
too similar,
too familiar
as the
thoughts
running
in
my
head.
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~Time Ticking~
Dream of a vision that
can tap into your worst
days
to deprive you from
feeling vulnerable.
Save your life
to not hurt yourself
listen to
The ticking clock
A handle that reminds
you
Of the time
passing.
I had a dream so real
A man of ninety years
Sitting under a tree
In his own kingdom
Penned me his wisdom.
Ticking.
Happiness is not
a matter of chance
its a matter of choice
A soul can live
that beautiful
Dream
Flourishing
Awareness
To wake up
a shorter life
than
yesterday.
Changes that occur
are results of the
Passing time
Embark as a start
to watch a daylight
Heal your
bleeding wounds
If existing.
If you don't fly with
strong accomplishment
Your personality
Will be stuck
In what you know
unable to discover
what you don't know.
Search for
The moon when round
harvest a light to shine
Help you
Perform moment
To moment.
A dream in a vision
that wakes up with you
to move forward
Will grow in your depth
to become present
in time.
To live every day
in the same pattern
Is giving up on change
And the living moments
are shorter.
This is the moment
to be strong
seize that instance
Set yourself loose
even sense your sadness
walk to wait
for the midnight hour
Count your stars
Talk to them
tell them to be here
Tomorrow
When you come
back.
A dream in a vision
That can enlighten
The root of
unconsciousness
lighten up
your soul to
Touch the sky
no need
to predict
the unpredictable.
Leave your damages
behind to advance
your addictions
With a full term
memory
to implant that illusion
In your depth to
Breath life.
Create choices to
identify your
Image in the darkness
Silence is your pride
Change is your goal
Respect
is what you are
looking for.
That is
What makes
You
so special.
Therese Bacha
30 June 2013
Tomorrow is for dying
Yesterday was for dreaming and hope
Today is to stop repeating the violence of the past, but
This present hour is to experience beauty and happiness
Appreciating your beauty brings happiness to me
Makes me realize they are you, both inseparable, but
Only one hour of every day, for beauty, love and happiness?
We have no time to waste; the clock is ticking
Love is like trying to describe the drifting snowflakes
Or holding onto the sun’s rays that heat your skin
Love is like autumn’s shade that has smothered the summer colors
Leaving behind only memories to be locked away
I long to dream the dream of a lifetime
With you the centerpiece in my dream
You are the epitome of my love's aspirations
What I live for
Words sometimes belie our intentions, and
desired passions may be thwarted prematurely
by anticipation, but most welcomed
when they are reciprocated
Tomorrow is for dying
Yesterday was for dreaming and hope
Today, to avoid repeating the violence of the past,
This lonely hour is to acknowledge the beauty of the world, to
Love each other and find that elusive happiness
We have no time to waste; the clock is ticking.
The Clock is Ticking
What a sad state of affairs
Seems that no one in Washington cares
The politicians know that they stink to high hell
Yet they continue to do nothing to lessen the smell
What happened to compromise as a possible solution?
What happened to “country first” as the proper resolution?
It would seem that those we elected to serve
Put their individual party needs as those that deserve
The next election is all they give a hoot about
And they are deaf to the protests no matter how loud we shout
But with the streets full of those taking exception
The ground swell of protest takes on a new powerful direction
Deaf dumb and blind the politicians may be today
But the time is coming when they won’t have their way
What they are doing to this country is a crime and that is a fact
For destroying it from within is a treacherous act
The choice is ours and we must take charge of our fate
Act know, speak out before it’s too late.
©Copyright Charlie Gragg December 13, 2011
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Time always prepares for attacks,
when I believe I have plenty of time
trying to show me the dangers and the signs
challenging the thief, it takes my time
all are caught up in the web
more programmed than we like
the fear of mirrors and
one's own mirror image comes with age
Toad fright
a ticking clock
as a sledgehammer against concrete
a profound feeling
today's people love control
Mr. Time is a wise and old man
he makes his own tracks,
in its own rhythm
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12.11.2020
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A vicar when teaching his flock
Would never pay heed to the clock
Until his lost sinners
Arrived with their dinners
Which finally made him take stock!
20.02.2022
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I am under the sound of a ticking clock
An awesome sound that compiles over some time
I live under the noise of the clock’s tick tock
A noise only heard by the strange and sublime
Like two hands intertwined as one top unit
Feelings of love aligned, not a broken fit
Never do we hear the ticking of the clock
And think of chaos and a disruptive tock
Russell Sivey