Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack
There is no corner to get stuck.
You may pause to get a snack,
But again you hear the Tick,
Soon followed by the Tack —
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack.
Money clinks to this rhythm,
Bodies wet and dry.
Faces smile and wrinkle,
Tears drop and dry
By Ticks and Tacks.
Pain comes and goes.
Trees dry and rain falls.
Wings cease to flap while
Realities turn to distant memories.
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack
Children become parents,
Parents become kids,
And hearts stop their beat.
Days and nights run back to back.
The rhythm turns them to weeks, months, and years,
Steadily turning our ages to gold —
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack.
Colloquial touches frame the
gay repartee
Above the clink of glasses
strained eyes stares
where cobblestone roads
merge at Harts Crossing
It already seems so long ago
transactions went
'clink, clink, clink'
Now that we all buy online
our 'turnstiles' go
'click, click, click'
The first way requires me
to get up off my duff
The second lets me laze away
in pj's ~ that's not so tough
Between 'clink, clink, clink'
and 'click, click, 'click' ~
Which one have you picked?
In our hearts of hearts
Seldom does the mind thinks
Grandeur particulates healing for ourselves
Materialistic beliefs placed in spiritual sheets
Cover me, console me in my anguish and grief
Must I ask up in my chest for kindness?
Must I look with my mouth spurn out my eyes?
Visions of helpless not why must I hold on too
Those physical visual cues
Must I hold to have acceptable life and health?
Or shall I just rely on in God we trust;
I’m just a seed-bearing break of a plant,
Whist in this vast universe I’m just a bantam chink
tween rocks, stone and matter
Just a physical substance in general, as distinct
from mind and spirit calls
I’m liken a still life flower chink twixt the wall
2/29/20
For Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
diamond-like
sunlight sparkles
on virgin snow
fresh air tingles
rosy cheeks...
you see your breath
lips shaping
smoke rings...
sniffles clink-clink
like crushed ice
from a paper cup
as they strike the ground ~
ooh! you can't feel
your fingers or toes
to see a star
smiles through its blink
share me the nectar
of endless clink
the clink of love
~ (c) Sukmawati komala~
as i sit i did this
i think and wink
i shouldn't drink
now am in the kink
under lock and key
you see
AM SITTING IN THE CLINK
mind flows with the drink
Thick fog makes it hard to think….
keys in hand go clink
Lonely, December Calendar folio awaiting removal
New calendar waiting to unfold and adorn the wall
Midnight human congregation beating star constellation high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Successful, toast to mark rise from dust speck to living pollen
Failures, drench in drink, surrendering control to cerebellum
Joy or grief, party clamour crescendo does not die
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Wishes exchanged fast like batons passed on relay race track
Desperate reciprocation, as if wishes alone to make or break
Resolution for efforts nowhere in circulation, none knows why
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Not almighty, human fragmented life into many a year
For HIM full life is a year, Death a threshold of New Year
Live to rise spiritually, on Death let HIS celebration toast clink high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
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Written by - Hitendra Mehta
Entry for Members Contest Nov 2011 - "Ring out wild bells to the wild sky" by Dr Ram Mehta
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