Clocking Poems | Examples

Clocking Out

About to procrastinate
am putting it off
setting it aside
it's never too late
it can wait
as
now is the hour
no time
like the present
nothing important
I can't circumvent
didn't wind the clock
gave my watch away
don't need to know
what week it is
nor hour of the day
nowhere I have to be
no one's expecting me
from this moment on
no long hard climb
just eating drinking wining dining
I'm living on island time

IN THE SEA OF LIFE AND THE SANDS OF TIME

IN THE SEA OF LIFE AND THE SANDS OF TIME

As the sun continues to rise,
As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am, continuing to wave on
The wrinkling sea of life, streaming to its shores,
To froth and seep deep into the waiting sands of time;
Here to canvas clanging conch-like echoing footprints:-

As the sun continues to set and rise
And as the waters of the sea of life continue
To evaporate to freshly, freely rise again,
I likewise, continue to fall asleep and rise again
In the circadian rhythms of time’s clocking
Of the ebb and flow of my mission-purpose: poetic
Cistern-sharing of divine wisdom, guidance, and love:-

Once experienced deserts of oasis have had their day,
And are now overcome valleys of the shadows of death;
I now know that where love is there’s peace and no fear of fear:-
And though I’ve had storms in life’s sea, I’ve sailed them, Paul-like
And I’m now on the shores of time, breathing God’s breath of wisdom:-
As the sun continues to rise and set, and the moon likewise wane and wax,
I shall continue to pour out clanging echoes to my fellow poets like all of you:-

Working girl

Just another day
Clocking in and clocking out
I’m so tired of this
I want to see what being rich is all about
I’m day dreaming about a life of no stress
I’m working my ass off while trying to pursue my dreams
I’m appreciating what I have but not getting too comfortable 
I want to have a life of purpose 
I’m a working girl
I clock in and I clock out
I envision the life I prayed for
The life I will work for
I’m a girl with dreams
A girl who works for what she wants in life
Nothing has ever came easy for me in life
It’s just another day
Clocking in and clocking out
A working girl following her dreams
That’s what I’m all about

Echoes Within!

"Silence is the virtue of wise, 
The words within you won't let you rise
Emotions are worthless to analyze
Pour it all down there, so as to paralyze"
Said they, in order to tantalize
But the voice within me, keeps mocking & knocking, 
Interrogating me within the bars of strokes, continuously clocking
Commanding me to ruminate all around, all the while
Be it Catastrophic inside, but on the surface ought not to deny a smile

What is silence without words averting verity? 
What is reticence without thoughts fighting for clarity? 
The wordless world might sound great 
As if a blind date
Upholding the so called threat
Still wanna debate? No other option rather than to wait! 

The words wrestling inside will create a mystery
For which you'll yearn and discern
That grasping voice you dislike will be void someday
For which you'll crave and burn
That idiotic laugh making no sense is on it's way to halt
But, you'll be on the way to find miles to return
You'll be on the way to take a U-turn 
But, 
Ohh dear dearest! 
It soon will be too late to learn
It's no longer an issue to concern
Cause, the disturbing is on it's way to Saturn!

Shackling His Tongue

I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'

Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammer yammering rhythm of strife
mocks the beating pulse of my human heart

What a wonderful fantasy my life would be
if for one day I'd not hear his unrelenting beat
I'd be stress free if time would stand still for me
for without his gonging life would be so sweet

In solace of night, I seek sleep and close my eyes
in need of escape and retreat from earthly chore
but I cannot find a moment of tranquil paradise
for his insistent knelling peals out once more

Each quarter hour his mallet chimes out to me
but his clappers sing off key in monotonous song
Not a lyrical lullaby, but a torturous rhapsody
whose tireless verses antagonize me far too long

I'm tenacious to put an end to his wagging tongue
and shackle the swinging motion of his pendulum
Each hour of the day and night would go by unsung
Being silenced is the price paid by the meddlesome

Awaited vacation

Counting down the hours until it begins then clocking out at 4:00 a.m. with a biggest smile ever -cuz I'm on vacation

I'M Tired

I'm tired,but I still have to live
I'm tired,with so much to give

Never knowing when the world will end
So hard to raise kids in a world of sin

It depends on what you know!!
Thinking hard as I'm going to the top floor

Trying to hide,but they still watching
24 hrs later and the demons are still clocking

Thinking deep,as I release this frustration
I'm tired of not knowing what I'm facing

The thoughts of someone you can relate to
Basing kindness off what someone gave you

I'm tired,60 words with 60 seconds racing
Telling my fears that you made it

Baby Steps

Babydoll shoes
in a split second clocking
the first mile of womanhood 
for a relative too close for comfort 
proximity is close enough

Day Shuttered

Curtains    be drawn
today be shuttered, 
   the sign    Closed
hung in the  sky window 
   by the Master, Sun.

Restless be I,
yet  bound   
   by the tick-clocking 
   of time's daily custom,
I search the dark   for sleep 
   but find it  not, 
Only falling   awake
   to overhear   Me 
   be saying to   Myself:
'The day is over. Time to rest.'

Then sassy-mouth  Myself
   talking back:
'But I want to  stop 
   the day's end.
Please, I haven't finished
   living it  yet.'

Father Time's Pendulous Tongue

It's often said that time flies like the wind
If not used, it's something we can't rescind
Father Time is quite old
His hands we cannot hold
His incessant movement leaves us chagrined

The annoying sound of his tick-tocking
is tiresome in the language of clocking
His pendulum tongue
swings but it should be wrung
for it seems to be wagging and mocking

I wonder why he never seems to age
Perhaps he could be convinced to assuage
Or I'll take him apart
Drop him off at Walmart
Better yet, I'll murder him in a rage

Fallen Autumn Winter Trees Dormant

But in the fact that it was barking
trees 
The wind moving the tree branches in the night
trees
I felt compelled to sniff the summer lawn
Compelled so to remembering my late nightly gatherings
Where are the dandelions I want them greened 
                                    night
So that I may eat them
It's that overnight I muttered fallen into winter colors
But in the fact that it was murmuring 
night
That those leafs, brown in grey fallen falls colors socializing
While I pondered, gathering parts of shrubs
I threw my eyes upon the floor covered vision with evergreens
dead
It threw its ghost against the introductions 
Dead blossom no longer blooms
That communal meeting  
That communal meeting 
Fallen autumn winter trees dormant
dead
There stood a social flower deaden bub
While yet still pondering gathered parts of deaden shrubs

And the party never clocking
 splendid socialization sleeping 
Fallen autumn winter trees dormant
Birds sneaking back building nest
dormant

2/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

India Shown It's Place

earth sinking
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction 
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place

earth resolution on it's axis accelrating
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction 
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place

sun staying power pondered
sun warmth diminishing
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction 
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place

world war fears gripping humanity
enemy countries uncertain
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction 
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place

Spark Plug

The clock is always ticking
	Speedometer spinning along
	Wear and tear building up
	Traversing life looking to belong

	Easy to miss the exit signs
	The clock is always ticking
	Most of us drive around blind
	Our internal light barely flickering 

	We all have a set number of miles
	Unfortunately spend too many in a haze 
	The clock is always ticking 
	Time to turn that flicker into a blaze

	Rev up the love in your heart 
	Ignite the flame on the wicking 
	It’s never too late to fire up your engine
	Because the clocking is always ticking

First Tweet

Quote: Some of the best speakers in the world 
are those who were listeners first....

The rain gently whispers to my window I am here 
as the trees chuchot to each other with terms of endearment 
The endless sky has an auditory hum as if to say 
you might be drenched today 

The dawn is singing acapella as she readies for a dance 
while the daylight waltzes softly on the steps of day 
The hour of seven has just begun for me 
I can hear the handles clocking free 

The silence is louder than the noise of mid afternoon 
yet softer still then the silent stars of heaven 
The day has just begun and I can already hear 
the first tweet  of a birdling musketeer

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To All Worker Bees

Whatever color 
Your collar happens to be,
Keep up the good work!
Bravo for flitting
From pillar to post,
Making honey 
Out of all that is bitter 
About your job. 
Attaboy for showing up
Every day and breaking a sweat
I hope you're clocking out 
At the end of your shift, satisfied.
You're creating a buzz
About your work ethic
And your hard work 
I'm sure will be rewarded.
Savor the nectar
That comes out of the dividends.
Enjoy the flowers!
Don't break out in hives
Over work left incomplete.
You're doing more than enough,
And your boss knows it.
Good job!


Date written: 06/19/2022

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