Clocks Poems

Public Clocks

At first his anger was hotter than July
Or, rather, he was plundered by the weight of
Sorrow —heavier than the ice of January;
The kind of stolid ice that thickened Niagara Falls
Like frozen soup.
He was tall and lissome, bespectacled, in
Dark suits, a brown hat, worn-out shoes of fraternity.
A folded umbrella accompanied him like a touring child.
No wristwatch.
He

The Clocks Go Back One Hour

Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
With the weak speed of burnt confetti.

The clocks go back several ticks,
Schlepping on the tired

I Have Lived Before the Clocks

I have lived before the clocks were wound,
When silence spoke and stars made sound.
My hands once etched in temple stone,
The prayers of kings, yet slept alone.

I knew the scent of burning leaves,
In Vedic dawns, beneath fig trees.
I sang where Nile met desert wind,
A priest of fire, a soul thick-skinned.

In Rome, I wore the thinker’s face,
In

Bells and clocks

The bell rings down the street. In his hand is a chilled glass. Nothing in this room is sweet. Darkness consumes the room. Time runs out until there is none left.
The bell rings down the street. The bright white gown hangs in the closet. Her heart feels incomplete. The clock tics and it feels like

clocks take over Friday

clocks decided to slow Friday down
did it in every office all over town
office workers stared at four-fifty for an hour
the clocks felt respected, loved their power

Time My Funny Friend

"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet

Time my funny friend,
I cannot see you or feel you.
Yet time you are always with me,
from morning until night.
The clocks tick off,
the many minutes and hours.
The calendar takes off the 365 days, 
52 weeks and the 12 months.
Time where do you live,
out in space or in the clocks?
My

All That I Am

Some folks think of themselves as humans searching for a spiritual awakening when the fact is that you are a spiritual being, attempting to cope with a human awakening.
Seeing oneself from a perspective of the spirit within will help you remember why and what you came here to begin creating.
In a higher dimension, there exists

Clocks Party

Seven Thirty, Five Thirty and Nine
Paid a visit to Ten Past Eleven
They were tasting the precious mulled wine
Talking sweetly until it struck seven
Seven Thirty then raised from his chair
Said I’m sorry but I have to go
Answered Ten Past Eleven take care
Hope you’ll be back in time at your home
Then Five Thirty fell down fast asleep
As

Little Raccoons

It is the first day of the year, 
And I thought I saw raccoon paw prints 
in my extra bedroom – on the smooth floor
I saw the prints of long animal toes. 

I don’t see raccoons where I live now,  
And of course these prints are inside my house – 
So it has to

Dandelion Suns to Moons

‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov

The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths.
Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths
that fortune ‘s woven into bridal wreaths.

The dandelion turns from sun to moon.
A dandelion morphs from sun to moon 
for wishes cast so young and old may swoon.

The Shepherd’s Clocks are pacing march

Mister Time

As a gift I take each day
Dismal days keep coming on
Random snowflakes dance away
Dying to reborn 
In the murky light I sit
Listening to clocks
Time keeps ticking, bit by bit
Like the water drops
Mister Time, wouldn’t you please
Lend an ear to me
Tell me when I’ll be released
From your scrutiny
Play a sad or happy song
Sounds dilute the mist
Put

Broken Clocks

I’m once again in a block
Nothing to do with political shock

That was not such a surprise 
As USA has evil influence and lies

No for me it’s a lack of passion
I’m becoming more old fashioned 

Bored with the new stuff of the day
Finding comfort in familiar place

Is it better looking back than ahead
Do we misrepresent fact

Clocks

Counting silver seconds
Loosing teal time
Onyx owl beckons 
Clock call is a chime
Karma at it’s prime
Saint or sinner shines

Clocks That Don’t Keep Time

They say life’s not a race and I’m not behind 
But my biggest enemy is the clock that keeps time 
I fall down and fall short and try to catch up
But it seems that I’m just never enough
I know it’s a lie and that I may not be right 
We’re all on different journeys, we

The clocks ticking

Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much you try to hold it back
It is still slipping past you at exactly the same rate.
No matter how much make-up you cover yourself with
No matter how many facials you have
No

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