Best Tocks Poems

"You are welcomed to your room at night, everything is in the same familiar place. It's been long day. Climbing in to your comfy bed....

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A THIEF CALLED TIME

“Time is the thief you cannot banish”
Phyllis McGinley writer 1905-1978

All that live upon this earth
dwell on borrowed time,
for the human race every
single...

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The gun seems gun-shy in this space
where deer hides hang on rustic walls
and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead
of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun

 a “trophy-bagger” in...

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The bats in the steeple were feeding on people
By sucking the blood splattered wood
That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in
When he’d drunk...

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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...

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Spindles crash and weave no more
Time it spins across the floor
Yarns mix up, colours bleed
I follow threads, they are the feed
Fingers feel, soles are placed...

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The Youth:
The clock's face smirks at me.
It mocks my glare and irks me.
I roll my eyes, it grinds its gears. 
I tap my pen, it...

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Im laying in my bed
Staring at the ceiling
Looking at the lines
From the blinds
Derived from outside
Lights through my window
Into my room
And though i cant sleep
I remain...

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Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but...

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Time tick-tocks tirelessly to tranquilize tired thoughts
and transport twilight to tomorrow.


December 10, 2015
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Memories often come to mind
     through anything that we may find
perhaps, collected in a box
      ...

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My pen finds pause
my body is broken,
a weighted horror
cleaves my breast

The strings of hope sliced
as I put dreams to the sword,
but hands now whisper to...

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Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
   of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous ****
   Sunkist...

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Time's not sleeping but forever creeping
Breathe to live while the blood is hot;
in shadow dreams lies incessant weeping.

Heart beats like the clock, never sleeping
love burns...

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The giant beast grasped her in callused claws ...

          Chaos swirled like the pupil of some...

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