Grandfather Clock Poems - Poems about Grandfather Clock

• Such a fancy grandfather clock • Standing in the center of the manor • She bought from some guy at the dock • For a little over $30 ...

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Wonky grandfather clock you are so much fun to see Loving it that my father created you just for me. Your curvy sides make me smile, at least once a day. Your chimes and bells love to whistle and clink my way. No one else has such a clock I am pretty sure. You make me happy, your intentions are...

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Tick, Tock, Tick.. The pendulum swings back And drains away Another drop Of my sanity Tock, Tick, Tock.. The pendulum swings forth And drains away Another drop Of my mind Tick, Tock, Tick.. How long must I stare? Until it all stops? Until I am freed? Until next time I’ll stand? Tock, Tick, Tock.. My mind is a prison Yet still, I can’t move Not until it stops Until I’m released Tick,...

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He is the happiest clock I have ever had! This was said by my aunt who is never sad. I named him Bruce, after my kind stepdad. How do you know he’s a guy asked Farmer Tad. Because he is a grandfather clock she promptly said. His moon face is pretty, his wood is burned red. He has copper hands made...

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Dusty elegance the grandfather clock has failed hypnotic and slow Where did the time go? memory which brought your voice Last tick and last tock ? Gold-plated numbers the sound as cradle to rock shaves minutes...

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I know you love him but if you're honest with yourselves its become Greenwich Village obvious that grandfather clock is having trouble keeping time all you need do is look at the way his minutes quickly slip on by there is a lot more than pride at stake it would be sinful to look the other way ....and to all the others that hate...

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Grandfather Clock (A Variation on a Triolet) When I was young, not four foot tall, My Grandpa’s clock I remember well Stood and chimed, alone in the hall, ...

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Thrown on a heap Of rubbish Beyond the reach Of a little child The old grandfather clock Lying on its side, And how he longed To look once more At the strange mechanism Of time, The curious little cogs and wheels That...

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A grandfather clock sure is grand Chime the time, on an antique stand But if late you get There's one sure bet That old clock won't give you a hand!...

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Like a venerable old sage the grandfather clock Stands in the far corner of the room, And day after day the clock would tic Like the beating of the heart. No matter what went on in the house It continued to keep perfect time, And through the years it turned out to be A faithful old friend of mine. There were...

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By Curtis Johnson In May of ‘63, daddy’s demise came early when he was only 58, leaving mama widowed at 35 with eleven minor children. Essentially stair steppers, our ages ranged from 9 months to 16 years. I would be proud to own something that my father once possessed. There was the Social Security benefit of $89 per...

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Swish thud goes the pendulum, Giving every second significance, With each moment as important. Taking me into myself, for myself, Able to access my abstraction, Feeling my own presence positively. The beats remind me of my heartbeat, There, but not visible: just by intelligence; Only these clocks emphasise the seconds. Tradition can stink, but here it settles: The invention suffices to help me think, And ponder...

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I am quite annoyed by the ticking, or perhaps it's called 'tocking,' by the ever-present clicking in a language known as 'clocking.' Must Grandfather Time command my life? He so rudely continues without a thought that his hammering rhythm of strife mocks the pulse of my human heart. What a wild fantasy my life would be to exist without his relentless beat. If time could...

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Its sonorous tone has struck the hours for well over a hundred years, But time hath surely taken its toll on its weary wheels and gears. 'Tis built of sturdy oak by craftsmen who took pride in their guild. My old friend stands nigh seven feet tall and leaves my life fulfilled. To keep fit he needs a tune-up...

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Tick tock tick tock goes your clock time passes and passes my time tick tock, tick tock goes my life time Quarter hour you sing a song Every quarter you sing away the time Chimes and ding dong on the hour My power is fading with the sun set Sing me a lullaby all the night long Nightmares of phantoms stealing my life Singing...

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