Long Clock Poems
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I rode a star to catch a cloud,
which told me, how the sky was made.
The magic wand that birthed it, sang it into being;
each note, danced it into place.
From one lone star, there arose Gaia’s precious face;
her fertile womb, delivered me, into life’s embrace.
Miraculous are the heavens; the siblings of her kind;
how they swirl and twirl; a square dance, in the never ending sky.
When I gaze upon them; telescoping eye does find,
that these celestial wonders, enjoy watching my own kind.
The faces looking back at me; I feel within my chest;
are no less special than I am; we’re all Gods personal best.
Now you may think that stars, are much different than we folk,
but upon you is the greatest, of all the cosmic jokes.
All of life is energy; the planets are no less.
Like us, they were all thought into being; just made manifest.
The breath of God, is in us all; plant, animal and rock.
There is no such thing as time; no ticking, cosmic clock.
Perception’s an adventure; whatever you perceive;
be sure your mind stays open and miracles, you will see.
Just leap upon a star and ride; it can take you anywhere.
Infinity is wondrous; you’ll forget all your cares.
Come taste of the ambrosia and satisfy your nose,
with scents of sapphire and ruby; your senses will be transposed!
a widow she lived in village by the river
at forty five her looks made men in town quiver,
married four times she was looking for another,
a cobbler, a doctor or any by stander.
David her first husband went out to the big sea,
he was washed ashore next day and found near the tree,
Ian was next, a bishop so quiet and thin,
he died in church talking about eternal sin.
Leon her third, a carpenter built like a rock,
he was hit by lightening under the town clock,
Dennis her fourth was into big time horse racing,
he died in sleep when his heart stopped pacing.
Soon our good widow found her husband number five,
all wondered how long young Oliver would stay live,
he was a good sort who helped everyone in town,
he joked and laughed and was a well loved funny clown!
The local fortune teller gave her some advice,
to ward off evil and stop Oliver’s demise,
‘name your house after all the men you have married’!
She did as told, for Oliver she was worried!
If you now pass a house by the good old river,
You may see tending to garden, young Oliver,
behind him on a board names of men of widow,
First letter each name from above down spells — DI*LDO
That is a joke in town, unknown to the widow!
Fortune teller was prankster- a local fellow!
Blind folded or not I preferer my eyes
closed so that I could keep the glimpse of
happiness I once had
I'd sleep early to catch up with the time in
my dreams living, it is way better than
reality
Drastically the errors of Grammer drained
the kilos even the miles can never catch up
For a while its a dose of repeated different
episodes one more effective than the others
Space and time depict void in between.
All that is left its an old clock hinges
clanging like bells for a wedding
The difference it's the direction of angles
underneath the challenges around the orbit
of the heart not as whole entirely holy
supposedly
Your smile, your smell, your kisses, your
touch, the thickness of your eye rase
bashed by the pellet of your stare, your soft
lips landing against the little time we always
have
It spares the weak leak that is fuming to
explode
The fishing wreck its full deeply without the
jointment of the specific goldfish for luck
The journey to the end smells near when
its felt by fear
The anxiety of waking up shivers my body
as the pillar of pills I dose to live deuterates
the life span I'll have to drag for the rest of
my life ...
As long as I'm awake the loudness of
emptiness can never reap the times of test
how I'm fading away from seeing myself
through your eyes
I
No
longer reflecting in the infatuation of your
eyes...
Ashleigh Ngoqo
I often wonder where you go
wise sentinel, who knows somehow
that days grow long, time sways and bends.
You stay awhile, become our friend
Then off you fly, when summer ends
What becomes of one we've grown to know
who holds the night, on wings composed
You perch, clung to a red-tiled scope
upon the ridge, the barn roof's slope
in the shadow of the evening's grace
a silhouette on moonlight's face
You are keeper of the nightly watch
a ticking clock, when midnight peaks
with one eye closed to mock our sleep,
the other eye revolves to keep
a world in check 'till morning breaks
When first the chill of autumn's call,
I look for you as twilight falls
But, halls of dark are lonely now
Without you there, wind can't compare
Oh, where, oh, where, my friend are you?
For now, I see, the roof is bare
When wind echoes a song tonight
it calls for you, but you aren't there
in silhouette against the moon
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For the "Night Owl" Contest: Sponsored By Kelly Deschler
8/6/14
SUPERMAN?
“POW!; “SPLATT!” say the speech bubbles
In the Superman cartoon
As our hero zaps the baddie
And zooms off round the moon.
>b>Tick tock goes the clock
As he swishes through the air.
And the hands have scarcelyticked a tock
Before he’s back standing there.
But when exposed to Kryptonite,
He loses his powers again.
Coughing and spluttering, sneezing atishoo,
Weak in the arms of Lois Lane.
With the Kryptonite safely removed,
He sighs and jumps up from the floor.
Then he’s off to save the world again
And POW and SPLATT once more
6th July 2021
Omomatopoeic poetry contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
INSPIRED BY THE FILM
DON’T LOOK UP
Humanity has become oblivious, ignorant to an inevitable lightening quick catastrophe,
Politicians and the rich and famous are known for their eccentric outrageous audacity,
Nobody has anything nice to say to anyone, anywhere, so totally unsatisfactory,
Each human being doing their own thing like ants, on a mission no more philanthropy.
Scientists work around the clock to save our planet Earth, animals and humanity,
Drugs consumed for fun, medication abused, both lowered humans’ immunity
A pandemic revolved around our globe, thus millions suffered and died, internationally
Scientist who study our galaxy, predict a life threatening event to happen imminently affecting us globally.
Don’t human beings realize that a comet might be coming to town and our planet will be extinct, dive
Into oblivion, the rich and famous will live, it is the poor, the hungry that Humanity will deprive,
The opulent and their money think they can extend their life, and thus forever and ever stay alive,
Build a rocket with capsules for themselves, animated in time, in which they stupidly hope to survive.
Wow, presume encapsulating oneself in time, a rocket in space comes true, and nobody fries,
Arising from the dead metaphorically in 20900 returning to earth, finding things have changed, surprise,
Surprise, no humans inhabit Planet Earth anymore, what will they meet, perhaps their demise,
The Chinese saying, may your wishes come true, actually a curse, hope you have said your goodbyes.
11/9/21
If I crossed the line
Then I apologize
Almost lost my mind
A lot of times
Mental and physical battles being fought
Still lost
Smoking pot
And drinking lots
Another day and night went by, I forgot
What I wrote and did before the lights went off
(Knock, knock, knock)
Get yo' ass up, I got
A job to do at a far away spot
Never late, always on the dot
To the table a lot
Was brought
I did some teaching and also was taught
In casual wear or while wearing a smock
Gave me a key to the building, so I could lock
It all up, making sure everything was solid as a rock
Often I had to collect my thoughts
And connect the dots
For now I need a Glock
And a yacht
Not to ever watch the clock
Ceasing to stop
Therefore I paid the price
More than twice
At what cost
Otherwise it is all for naught
Continuing to plot
Many quick to squawk
Others partake or just sit and watch
Like a hawk
Because they intend to stalk
By now, it should come as no shock
Wake up, don't scoff
And think you got it all, because you do not
A world that talks
And gawks
Far too oft
Many mock
And quickly flock
Built off of slave labor and sweatshops
It's non-stop
A world obsessed with onslaught
Quick to pull the trigger and fire a shot
Obsessed over symbols like a cross
And any cash crop
Obsessed with hitting the jackpot
Yet some things can not be bought
Word bank: Holidays
As I am finding time difficult to manage at the moment - I thought a word bank would be a good idea for people to refer to and add comments with additional words linked to a theme. This may help you complete a poem, enter a contest or give you inspiration for a new poem. Please add any extra words in the comments and I can update the word bank over time. First theme is holidays -
Legs, beds, sunbeds, flock, O’ Clock, towel, foul, scowl, booze, cruise, loo, two, beer, here, damn, nan, pram, sunglasses, lasses, turn, burn, learn, fun, sun, asleep creep, steep, heap, drink think, slush, lush, mush, hot, not, snot, got, cocktail, fail, wail, male, mail, nail, trail, football, match, sun-cream, sunscreen, scream, team, postcard, hard, souvenir, near, pool, fool, cool, sand, hand, land, beach, each, niche, waiter, later, phone, home, alone, drone, one-stop-flip-flop-shop, arcade, shade, laid, song, thong, sarong, bikini, mankini, teeny, him, swim, Kim, dim, Factor 50, nifty, luggage, snacks, beach, jet-ski, peddalo, buffet, book, read, sunblock, soccer, kaftan, shawl, budgie-smugglers, costume, shorts, tray, cohorts, burger, chips, nuggets, fries, lies, hot-dog, bog, delay, pay, stay, May, Okay, tattoo, who, knew, crew, true, blue, sick, vomit, drunk, punk, taxi, shots, wine, fine, dine, mine, time, climb, pack, sack, that, holiday, plane, airport, hotel, hat, that, tat, mess, dress, woman, man, sight, flight, champagne, plane, red, head, boys, noise, girls, pearls, curls, pub, grub, pee, jet-ski, flee, band
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top
filling valleys with empty tunny tins, condoms and
the toilet papers flapping in the wind.
For tourists falling off cliffs, I only offer contempt
tourists that bestride and befoul a holy mountain.
"If only..."
How often I've whispered those two piddling words.
Quietly, like the fluttering wings of hummingbirds,
wishing I could rewind the clock to the time when
we were together, more then just your best friend.
Do you remember us, or did you choose to forget?
Do you think of us with only remorse and regret?
If I could rekindle our love like dew revives the flower,
I'd be the loveliest bloom in the porticoed bower.
If only I didn't feel the stinging misery of sorrow,
I think we might find ourselves together tomorrow.
Thrilled, I would be, being loved by you once more,
with your ring on my finger, like I once proudly wore.
If I could, I'd keep sullen nights from descending.
Without you, they're overwhelming; never-ending.
I refuse to look to the sky or the glowing moon.
I'm not sure I ever will, but now it's much too soon.
Could be it's better if we both try to forget, yet...
"if only..."