Watch the magician place magic in her hat
feel the incantation as she,
in stealth-like fashion
feasts one eye on you....
She is an alchemist with a sword of illusion
rabbit tricks hold you spellbound;
Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality
with the sleight of her hand
she transforms and vanishes !
Zig zag lady tricks, divided into sections
high magic, low magic
a benevolent white dove appears
Observe carefully the magic that occurs
Chronometer moments vanishing time
luxurious ships are launched,
inside your mind !
Hypno-levitation wands and magical performances
a necromancer holding alchemy in her bare hands.
At twelve forty-five, the clock struck one,
and when it had seen what it had done,
after sixty more minutes flew,
that timekeeper struck two.
It never learned, next to the shelf:
"Always keep your hands to yourself",
so, it continued its violent spree.
An hour later, it struck three.
Reinforcements came through the door -
but, too late, that timepiece struck four.
We could only hope to stay alive,
when Big Bad Ben struck five.
We knew we were in a terrible fix
when that chronometer struck six.
Three went to hell, four to heaven,
when that outsized watch struck seven.
The FBI came to investigate
when that mad sundial struck eight.
The national guard stood in a line,
and the ticking demon struck nine.
I prayed it would never happen again.
Just then, the awful beast struck ten.
When I cast my eyes up to heaven,
that hunk of gears struck eleven.
Into the hour's nature, my mind did delve,
as the clock, time's agent, struck twelve.
A riddle: how much blood did it spill?
Seventy-eight, it would kill.
And now, by order of fate's decree,
time is racing after me.
So, when I hear the clock strike one.
I know it's time to run.
For every second
the chronometer gains,
the future loses two
The light retreating
time in halves
—the moment old once new
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Reflecting on Stonehenge
Ancient mysteries
Neolithic man left behind
Their enlightened thought suggests
heaven and earth are twin powers
harnessed through astronomy
Standing stones silent witness.
Sunrise, sunset, and solstice
Natural chronometer
heaven's perpetual pulse
Celebrations long since dead
Echoes muted
Excavations ongoing
hypothesis abounding.
Abiding mystery
What drove this undertaking?
How was knowledge obtained?
Science of astronomy
was remote truth for ancients
Removed from Sailsbury Plain
other henges' ~ Question why?
Reflect
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
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Joe Maverick
04/10/2021
RHYTHM OF TIME
7 15 pointers race accusingly. Crawl out of bed.
Hurry to bus 8 00. Tulips open imperceptibly in the sun.
Bus creeps through gridlock. Pointers spin in a blur.
Elevator stops at every floor. Wristwatch approaches light speed.
Begin morning mail-call late. Priority action urgent.
Chronometer drags till 12 30. Lunch hour.
Greased lightning hands sweep face. 1 30 arrives breathless.
Pointers develop rigor mortis till 5 30. End of day.
.................................................
*Everyone knows the feeeling that time drags or speeds up
depending on your mood.
Cosmos
Celestial existence
Chronometer perfect
Creation God's kudos
Contrary to chaos
Complete universal
Complex mathematics
Cosmos never telos
For cosmos contest
August 23,2016
Written in pleiades form 7 lines 7 syllables per line
Chronometer,
sands slips through
narrow glass marrow
counting seconds
of elusive time
skin wrinkles
hairs whiten
eyes fade
walks limp
chronometer stops no way
ageman turns it upside down
it goes on and on
millions and trillions of times
aging and caging souls
and then
setting them free
as yet it remains on it's spree.
Chronometer,
sands slips through
narrow glass marrow
counting seconds
of elusive time
skin wrinkles
hairs whiten
eyes fade
walks limp
chronometer stops no way
ageman turns it upside down
it goes on and on
millions and trillions of times
aging and caging souls
and then
setting them free
as yet it remains on it's spree.
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