Long Tock Poems
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Now I lay me down to sleep.
Soon I start to curse the clock
keeping me from counting sheep.
I just hear tick-tock, tick-tock.
Bothersome! What can I do?
Turn face up, then on my side.
An hour’s passed; soon will be two.
How much more can I abide?
All my thoughts keep racing on.
Dread is washing over me
since I feel by light of dawn
only wakeful will I be!
Watch tv or read; I wait . . .
Consciousness is with me still.
What I need to do I hate.
I must take a sleeping pill!
Such Dependency is sick.
I reach out to my night stand.
TWO pills perhaps will do the trick!
Price I pay for Slumberland.
Jan. 23, 2021
for Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A warning whispers, heard nearby.
Through ancient woods and hallowed halls,
A tale unfolds, where danger calls.
Beware, oh wanderer, heed my rhyme,
For here unfolds a cautionary chime.
In nature's guise, enchantments sown,
Perils concealed, as seeds are sown.
The winds, they whisper eerie tales,
Of treacherous paths and hidden trails.
Each step you take, a choice profound,
In trepidation, the truth is found.
Mighty waves crash upon the shore,
Their roars a warning, forevermore.
Beneath the surface, a tempest stirs,
To unsuspecting souls, it silently lures.
In starlit nights, where darkness weaves,
Flickering shadows, the mind deceives.
Be wary of the seductive glow,
For danger dwells where secrets flow.
Through city streets, bustling and bright,
Shadows dance in the neon light.
Amidst the chaos, a caution cries,
Of hidden motives and sweetest lies.
In matters of the heart, tender and true,
A whisper of caution, I share with you.
Love's allure can mask a hidden thorn,
Beware the flames that leave hearts torn.
The clock's hands spin, relentless they go,
Tick, tock, a warning in the ebb and flow.
Time slips away, moments flee,
Choose wisely, for choices shape destiny.
So, listen closely to this poetic plea,
A warning woven with words from me.
May wisdom guide you on your quest,
And safeguard you, as you seek your best.
Am I dreaming
or have I dreamt myself awake
I can’t seem to discern
between real and fake
What’s right
What’s wrong
which direction
should I take
Am I reasonably responsible
for the many mistakes I might make
Backward bouncy walking
Crazy ticketed talking
Following the run
in a pretty girls stocking
Unafraid of anything
Willing to do what’s shocking
Sarcastically mocking
Listening to head voices
My brain has lost it’s sane
my body’s rocking
My mind skipping
from Idea to Idea
You weren’t there a second ago go
but now I see you
Wait a second
I can see right through you
Black isn’t white
Yellow is now blue
Bending over
To take a boulder
out of my shoe
They were old yesterday
and now they’re new
But instead of one pair
I’m wearing out two
The room is shaking
Momma’s in the kitchen
Half baked
Pieces of everything
Tender flaked
The tiles under my feet
vibrate to the beat
Hey momma
“Trick or Treat?
Give me something good to eat”
Suddenly I’m covered by a sheet
on a cold stainless table
being processed like meat
sliding on a rail
Door closed
Fire burning
someone turning up the heat
Bell ringing, ringing, ringing
WAKE UP, Wake up Rick
If only I could
That would be a cool trick!
I feel like I’m being beat with a stick
Shake, shake, shake
“wake up Rick its Eight,
you’re going to be late.”
Get out of bed you fool.
It’s time for school.”
Eyes open, “I‘m up, I’m up!”
But wait
You can’t hear me talk
Because I’m an unwound
broken old clock
no longer able to tick or tock
I only have hands
so I can’t even walk.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Things that make me go hmm. The second hand of clock or watch is actually the third hand. ;0)
If only there was the time, poets would fill their world with rhyme.Quote - Poet’s own
Time
An instant in time’s a silent tick-tock
As the hands of time encircle the clock
When life's busy with never enough time
Living becomes a tough mountainous climb.
Allow yourself time, your peace to retrieve
Time to live, to love, to breath or to grieve
A quiet time to contemplate lost dreams
True friends will be waiting behind the scenes.
No one can contain time within their hand
Time slips by alike sifting grains of sand
As did those feet walk, in ancient archives
We step the line of our time honoured lives.
Time costs one nothing, but value it well
For in time that's well spent all things do gel
With so much to glimpse and so much to do
Thank God for the time He has given you.
*+*+*
15th April 2023
Met Anouka in my artistic dream.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
Ooooo, aaaaah, vroom, virtual booting machine.
Zap, plonk, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock!
She sails far above stars in rocket dreams.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
High tech ignites surreal dreams on jet-pack.
Eeeeyowww power-down wails through feedback-tack.
Pew-pew ding-ding, zoooop-strong glitch-burst dream-hack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock.
Static discharge fzzzt skritch bleeee krrrshhh thwunk shock.
Bleeble-bloop strong sunlight's bright light clock-tock.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual machine bot-rock.
She glides far above stars in rocket dreams.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual dreams bool machine.
Glitch-bursts unravel what the swoop-code deems.
Onomatopoeia blooms in moonbeams.
Sci-fi textures whirr-click through neon streams.
Zap, planks, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka's inspiration shines in beams.
Pulsar void pulse with tick tock astral gleam.
Anouka swirls in streaming swooshy dreams!
I met Anouka in an artist's dream.
Blue studio shined.
Cosmic clouds swiftly divined.
Ethereal finds.
Cloudy blue sculptures
Await dreaming visitors,
Future creators.
There was a table
With rectangular artworks,
Each with its own cloud.
The shapes were simple,
Embedded in the dreamscape,
Clouds becoming bright.
Art from inner mind,
As soul relays a message
About tomorrow.
Sparkling bright jewel,
Delightful blue renewal.
Absorb the meaning.
Sparkle fizz fuzz fizz
Inner whoah woo woo night bizz
Whoosh whoosh stars sizzle!
Speaking quite frankly, I must say,
The burden of time grows heavier each day.
Reason stares cruelly, but I can only view blankly.
Growing angrier, shortsighted, and cranky.
In the past three hundred and sixty-five days,
Each moment seems to bestow the weight that stays.
Tasks pile up, deadlines loom,
Tick-tock of the clock as impending doom.
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months,
And before I realize it, another year confronts.
I cannot escape it, no matter how I try.
The burden of time only multiplies.
My youth is long gone, never to return.
Anile age creeps in, and I start to yearn.
For the days when time seemed to fly by,
When life was simple, I didn't need to try.
But now, with each passing moment, I feel the strain.
The weight of my responsibilities drives me insane.
Pain, heartache, heart impaled
Blood, blood runs through my veins
Hot, red cascades, flows without restrains
Pulsating deep inside, tick tock beats like a drum
Rhythm, rhythm, eyes opened wide
Thought you were one I could confide
Knife in your hand, stabs deep
Wolf pretending to be sheep
Why couldn’t I see it?
Not even a little peep?
Mercy lord, she wants to put me to sleep
Permanently, six foot deep
She’s a mercenary and a creep
Thinking life's dirt cheap
Lord, please don’t let me die in this dump heap
Please let me stretch out in my Jeep
The Only sweet words came from down deep,
Is, what she sows she will reap
Then permanently I fell asleep
This piece is about a rich man falling in love with a woman, a mercenary who wanted everything but his heart. She pretended for a while but eventually murdered him and took over all his earthly possessions.
Tick tock the grandfather clock
Briefly stops before it pops
Twelve times then it will be midnight
The start of my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
As I let out a little cheer
That midnight is finally here
Now I'm going to drink a few beers
To celebrate this last year
Before I rest my head
And just run off to bed
Because my girl is spending the day
Flying away on my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
Smile on my face for I plan to play
On this hump day
At the time of the year
When old saint nick is here
And everybody is broke until next year
So I will celebrate my birthday
Just sitting here and drinking more beer
Because I have no fear
I'm going to kick this hump day into high gear
Hour after hour I gained more beer power
Surfing, wanting things to flower
Just hoping I will grow some willpower
Before I devour more beer on my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
Having a grand old time trying not to smear
All this beer that has got me jolly this year
Happy as can be one thing is clear
I'm starting to get low on cold beer
So out of fear, I chug another beer
To celebrate my birthday that has fallen
On hump day this year
Before I know it I'm up dancing singing a good cheer
Drinking another beer
Suddenly I found myself spinning around
Next thing I realize I'm laying face down
Laughing hysterically trying not to pee
As I pick myself up off the ground
To get a good look around
When I hear a familiar sound
Getting closer to me
That's when I see
Her sweet arms wrap around me
When she said off to bed Mr ed
I know a birthday boy who needs to be fed
As you can figure out how this birthday toy
Got read all on my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
When I drank this hump day away at play
And made the most of my birthday
Dreaming of foreplay
On my birthday this year
Nobody could ever take
Pull apart, sever or break
The sturdy love we both have found
That is solid safe and sound
If you tried to separate
This fondness that's become so great
You'd just be wasting your breath
He is mine lifetime till death
There would be a violent scene
If anyone came in between
Two hearts that are tightly wrapped
Nothing in this world has snapped
The miracle that's happening
This is not a one time fling
It is so much more to me
More than what others can see
My life is nothing without you
I know you feel that way too
Every time our eyes will lock
We hear our hearts beat tick tock
To the tune of a love song
Knowing it's where we belong
No one else could make us feel
This so needed--its surreal
How two lives take the same paths
Blinded that they interact
With each other never knowing
There's a secret love that's growing
Until your sweet voice one day
Made me turn and look your way
Starting our journey of love
Blessed by angels up above
I am but an ancient tree
Upstanding in my singularity
Ordained by the forest of my forefathers
I am full spread reaching for the sun
The light of 4.6 billion years never done
The source of all things living
Blanketed in the first snow of countless seasons
Branches laden with the weight of age and gravity
Ancestral roots of infinite years
Entwined with the pathway of my elders
I reach deep into the richness of my mother earth
Binding me to the womb of all that's known
A fertile union of exquisite definition
Conceiving the severity of truth
To harvest the heart of compassion
A simple white dream
A prophet's decree
I am captive to move and sway
With the purity of this moment
Drifting within the winds of wisdom
And timeless certainty
And in this time and space
I become one with that destiny
To be or not in the realm of its tranquility
To breathe with the rhythm and harmony
The beautiful cadence I dance to
The tick-tock clock of eternity