Long Hourglasses Poems

That which is neutral,
no big deal,
normal,
not noticed,
enjoys an intimate mirror effect,
behaves and misbehaves
with the logic of eternity.

Time steers virtually clockwise,
eastern dawn toward west's setting sun,
birth through death,
with day's completion duskly hoping
for red skies at night.

Time...

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When we fight in silence, like titans abound by egos
An eager poet overcome by words.
A beautiful model delicate as raindrops
When the silence in the room is as thick as our nostalgia
Wanting to hold each other but...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a...

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I can't seem to hear the dial on this broken telephone, 
staring back at the brick walls in this greco home, 
The tone becomes ominous the further i progress,
the depths of a broken soul from...

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Memories
 become sand full of hourglasses. 
One thousand snowflakes are one thousand dead cats in the Hudson River.
 Memories hurt. 
They are Michael Schofield broken out of prison. 
Prison is the look on your father’s...

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America was born in protest violence,
but Lady Liberty now has
postpartum memento — 
A colonial, hypocritical condition called:
Revoltee Protestation Amnesia

Wavy umbilical vanished memories,
of destructive actions   ~   Terrible justification deeds
needed to break the...

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The slow rising sun just behind the row of pines.
The quiet bending branch reaching over an ice-frosted bridge.
An early morning walk down by the snow covered creek with 
your lover's arm protectively hooked around your...

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I never understood the sentiment:
“Attention is attention even it's bad”
Until now 
I spill your gearfull hourglasses better than anyone can 
And you still don't recognize who I am 

You weren't worth the trouble I put...

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a voice
has the choice to speak
into the pockets of wind which are parcel carriers
connecting the truth with whispers
heard on a deafening level 
only overshadowed by silence
shaking loose the lies
sleeping in the crevices of the fraying...

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In a world of steel and shadows, time flows like a river of forgetfulness,
where seconds are devoured by the merciless beasts of routine,
and hours turn to dust on the giant wheels of soulless machinery.
I feel...

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Once a wish, always a pipe dream
You would’ve known what it was if it came true 
Let’s swap journals and see what we find 
Show me the life you think you’re living 
And I’ll show...

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                            In this world and in this life...

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Tracking time has changed throughout the years
Improving how hours, minutes, seconds appear 
Sundials, hourglasses, pendulums and more
Wall, wrist, mantle, waterproof - clocks galore

There is a certain beauty to time hanging from a chain
A charm of...

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I fall
I leave and
I let go
For all I know
This brain dead of a year
Has taught me how
And I know now
Ain’t got
The time
The heart
The brain
To attempt
The start of something new
It don’t feel so right for me
I...

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From the moment we are born…the moment our head first pops out…
the hourglass of our life turns over and our time begins to run out.

Of course we don’t understand this when we’re young…
how time itself...

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It wasn't the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could live with,
A canvas woven from moonbeams and delicate shadows on the water's face.
They were seeking a tale in which to slumber, beside a fire...

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I thought that I could resist you
Until you fell down at my feet
Seeing those hungry wanting eyes
I prayed, my soul you would not eat

Now the preacher could not save me
As I succumbed to your embrace...

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Moonlit ride, darling Jasmine at his side
Strode the carpet ride, the night was young
Devil was in the details though, as they glide
Across the desert, time sadly crept and clung

To their faces, bodies, as they were...

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let us say the summer that year
was a cliché to its lovers.
And its once open windows stood 
firm
against Prying Eyes.
Perhaps the silver 
smoke of automobiles rose toward the waiting sun that
climbed so eagerly. we didn’t...

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Rubies and blood,
Some gems shine brighter,
Than the morning sun,
There are few temptations,
Greater than the taste of cocoa,
Honey, airy mist, and cream,
And drinking you into me,
Just subtle glance is enough,
To light my lips ablaze,
Suddenly so dry...

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An explosion of hair in her face is disclosing
the beauty of the eyes veiled beholding
a dream unfolding where the poor are gold and
war is at most a bloody tale told in
the misty night when the...

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"Travel light" Santa said to me as I grappled for all my most   
treasured belongings. I stuffed them all in a duffle bag, then with the silliest 
of grin on my face I...

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As red wine strips fill the glasses
And smiles all over your faces,
The joy of being young and free
Makes you want more pieces of Brie.  

What chances do you take each day,
To try and fight...

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Within the village stood a great tower 
Across the lands countless traveled to attempt to climb this tower, yet many cowered 
Those, who achieved this great feat were praised by the masses 
Given to them...

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- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood games inside a jagged
line now faded. Occasionally it flares,
reddens from...

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