Long Stopwatch Poems

Have you ever found yourself stranded in the tract
between what you think is fiction and what you think is fact?
And whipped so hard with the bible belt, your minds a welt of doubt
throbbing in confusion...

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-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-

A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a joker, a smoker, a midnight stroker  
<-------How, about that,...

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The air was thin and icy.
It was dark and cold outside.
A blanket of snow covered the ground.
The footprints in the snow led the way.
We loaded the bus one-by-one as if we were animals entering Noah’s...

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Maybe I’ll lick my savage knuckles
or shoot arrows at the sun

And if our anonymous devils dance
after slipping on their potential tap shoes
we might play the waiting game
	they’ll click click
away as paparazzi cameras
flash phosphorescent lights and
strip...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.

Then I looked...

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Another Sunday morning
Crouched in the beam of headlights
Steam coming off coffee and breath
Fumbling to pin race bib to pants

A romance
Of sorts; this dance I’m addicted to
Those magic numbers: 5k, 13.1, and
The boss lady: 26.2 (I’m...

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When time flies, feelings of euphoria,
spur jaw-dropping habitus within,
vision of nirvana on groundswell earth,
chirping bird amber tone on hedgerow,
cacophony that piercing aural backdrop,
riotry of wild bewitching warble,
golden fronted leaf, black nape oriole, 
northern red bishop,
snapshot...

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The hourglass is almost empty
The candle was almost spent
The compass only points one way
The clock is about to strike twelve
My stopwatch doesn't work anymore
The mirror tells me lies
I no longer know who the stranger is
My...

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The moment you arrived I knew the hour that brought you here. You my newborn 
child, was going to be loved til' the ends of earth. I was twenty-one years old and
the  sun was...

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Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font.  A footle fest!

Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her

Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar

Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email

Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source

Borgana Interior
Driver
Dry fur

RN A Cappella
Nursing
Nurse sing

Comic Vowel
Funny
Fun "E"

Blarney Stone
Irish
I wish

Out of...

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Pecking quick, a parting kiss
Pumping legs, a train to miss
Lovers waving, strangers pass
Tears and hugs a whistle blast 
Scanning papers on news stands
Pats on backs while shaking hands
Averted eyes and hurried walk
Can’t stop, won’t wait,...

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I call him Clarence,
for no especial reason.
He announces in a soothing
if somewhat stilted
synthesised tone,
'The time is now ten a.m.'
He will oblige again at ten thirty
and then again at eleven.

Such is the mobile phone:
it gives you...

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Time is precious time is priceless 
Every second ticks a minute 
Every minute ticks an hour 
Every stroke towards the midnight hour.

Born of our mother but still on the clock 
Like the pushing of a...

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Time is precious time is priceless 
Every second ticks a minute 
Every minute ticks an hour 
Every stroke towards the midnight hour.

Born of our mother but still on the clock 
Like the pushing of a...

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tercets in ABA rhyme

Clouds are blocking out the sun.
I reach for hat and raincoat,
gotta take my morning run.

Rain breezes by, it's just a mist;
but whirling in an angry squall,
wind pokes and jabs me with his...

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Until the Darkness Returns
David J Walker

This is taking forever
Said the wall clock 
as if annoyed by time 

Stop watching the time clock 
The stopwatch shouted ironically 
		Unable to control itself

Big Ben is the natural God...

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Had an epiphany this morning and yet, the screeching and scratching of the voices is always at hand.

The only thing I can trust this day and age is the walls talking to me. Ceremoniously, I...

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