Clockworks Poems - Poems about Clockworks

...“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~ we attained God consciousness unblinking” Mind of the heart The veins throb and pounce at every thump and beaten drum Pop-there it comes and goe......

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...The spirit or the flesh? They are really one-in-the-same, internals and externals of creation -- the face read-out of our inner clockworks -- to review man, h......

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...The colossal wheels of time, ever-turning gears, Grinding moments into the dust of bygone years. Massive cogs of destiny, relentlessly spin, Weaving tapestries of what has been and what's to begin......

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...She sees the world and how it bleeds just a mother on her knees scrubbing the floors of centuries a little food for the children's mouths a little comfort in her world of doubt another day......

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...Inside Out Upside Down There are times, at least once every day, when I seem to be turned inside out, when life itself seems to get in my way. My mind is cluttered, clouded with doubt. My de......

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... That old clock on the mantle That measured the moments Of so many mortals Enmeshed in mere time Now dusty and disregarded Disdained and discarded No longer the master Nor server o......

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... abecedarian An arch's lowest stone from which it springs is a springer Bounce in one’s step common to infatuation Cricket term – one of a set of rubber strips on a bat handle Door lock......

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...I know I've been here in this afternoon 4: 10 P.M. Like lubricated clockworks in a perpetual machine My life returns to this brown earth blue sky Pressed in between the distance And the silence ......

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...Cleaning out the attic I found an old clockwork car sitting in my toy box It was old and rusty the wheels still went round and it had plenty of knocks, There was a small hole in the side that was rus......

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...A dream escapes my grasp of time, I float, I float, I float blind. Through kaleidoscope scars I bear, my fears mingle with rattlesnake snares, and ticking, spinning clockworks chime and chime......

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...We are like gears, In a churning machine. When you spin, I spin. When I spin, They spin. Impelled by our interconnected intricacies. Can my wheel just break away Another gear will take my pla......

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