The tick, tick, tick, of the clock on the wall
is a reminder of the passing of time to us all
and with each tick, it seems to say
another part of your life, gone away
So don’t waste these seconds,
these ticks of your life
spend them with your Family,
your children and wife
For the clock on the wall, it ticks for them too
so do all the things, a family should do
spend time together, to talk, laugh and sing
and make all the memories, a good life can bring.
One day in the future, the family will sit
around the table, and hear the clock tick
and memories return, to those who still know
of when the clock ticked, in the days long ago
But now, the digital age is here
and though I listen I cannot hear
the tick, tick, tick, from those days long ago
except in my mind, where the memories still flow
There’s a clock on the wall
And it’s not moving
The sun rains the clouds are moved
A non-moving clock doesn’t mean times standing still
Sweats running off my face I’m perspiring
Daylight turns dark, it’s it is now night
Waters toils rivers flow
Just because the clock on the wall
Stalls and the hands are not moving
I do be believing
Though! The hands are still
Daylight hues turn to dark
The sun and moon rises and sets
We keep ourselves moving
3/3/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Time too has legs;
And they march forward incessantly;
While discharging their duty, they let us know…
How silently minutes and hours pass by;
The clock on my wall tells it to me.
How to be active, and kindle the lives of others,
By ever spreading the tick-tock sound on all sides…
And how to awaken the people fast asleep,
By striking the hours at regular intervals;
The clock on my wall tells it to me.
Time is so smart;
It’s not at our beck and call,
All our attempts to arrest it prove futile…
Instead, it’s we who have to run after it;
The clock on my wall tells it to me.
Title of the poem: “GADIYARAM CHUSTE TELISINDI’
Author of the poem: My own composition in ‘Telugu’, a South Indian language.
Inspired By A Translation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Date: 29-11-2021
PLACE: 1st
As their pulses quicken even more
I hang quietly here above the door
Excited I am too as they quicken the pace
I have two hands up trying to cover my face
Like a voyeur watching their naked bodies meet
Turned on now, but my heart doesn't miss a beat
Embarrassed just a little at their love making
I don't mean to notice how long they are taking
Faster and faster until they reach ultimate ecstasy
Later they will awake and gingerly look up to me
its ticks
and its quick
and its kind
tells the time
the clock will not fall
its for all
the
CLOCK ON THE WALL
The clock still ticks on the living room wall
It’s dark feelings I recall
Death somehow changed it all
I no longer feel it is my fault
I learn to let go of pain and grief
Stop asking why this happen to me
I never will really understand
How evil resides in a god fearing man
Fate has led me down many a road
Something pushing and pulling me along
But I believe after all these years
That the scars will remain inside me sealed
A stamp on my soul for which I know
God himself sheds some tears
I am not as forgiving as he
For many demons had hunted me
I somehow feel there is someone else
I can help as I have myself.
Watching the clock on the wall
As time slowly goes by
You thing about the past
Wonder about the future
And analyze too much of what's around you
Wish for things you know will never come true
Fame, fortune, and life with no worries
And maybe even a kid or two
As times goes by, we'll see what's to be
Till then, I'll sit back
And watch the clock on the wall
As time slowly goes by
9/9/09
There is a clock
on my wall
Time is measured
like sugar cubes in
a cup of tea
But time is not
so sweet
It wears down out
fragile forms
we are left
on the rocky shores
to fend for ourselves
As the tide of seconds,
minutes, hours and days
rushes in
We do our best to
escape the surging
waters
But eventually the tide
will be too strong
for us
to fight
Grab onto the crescent
moon whil you still
can!
Let yourself dance
before you are
enveloped
Lovers and friends are with
us on the shore
There is a clock
on my wall
and somewhere
a land where there
are no clocks
where time is not
relevant
We'll get there - we'll get there