Short Grandfather Clock Poems
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Ilene was on her morning walk
When she saw a grandfather clock
But something was wrong!
The clock had no dong!
It was a replica Tik Tok!
• 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
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!
• As the grandfather clock sings his old tune
• Signifying that it's noon
• I take a book from its place
• And start reading at my own pace
At Nan's.
The pendulum swings,
Tocks the Grandfather clock,
The needles click, the garment grows
The fire crackles with joy,
So cosy sleeps the child,
Till cups in saucers gangle,
And cake smells waft the air.
above the metronomic constant dripping of a tap
and the deep and heavy ticking of an old grandfather clock
sounds seeped through a window where the night air found a gap:
a cough!
- then silence.
..then a key inside a lock.
Antiques
He is there,
Grandfather Clock like,
a throwback to another era.
His finely chiseled and polished edges,
the scrapings of life,
the worn, faded, varnish.
His value
should have increased with age,
as with the clock.
Their timeless presence
sweet mementos
of a dusted past.
Tick-Tock told my Grandfather clock
I was chastised with a chime
Knock-Knock down my door with a rock
I was knocked down in my prime
I was still in shock how He broke my lock
How He stopped my time on a dime
I will always regret, I will never forget
that dreadful day I met Father Time
The clock , tick , tock, tick , tock.
The grandfather clock
Stood so perfectly on the ceramic wall.
Time frozen, silent and still
The time traveler passes by
Thoughts flying, ideas circling,
Fear manifesting, people panicking,
Babies bowling, danger awaiting
Mothers praying, children dying
The monster arising, Heavens crying.
A clicking
A knock
A chirp from the tall grandfather clock
A whisper
A ding
A scream from the wind unseen
Trees sway
And gates creep
Graves hold the secrets of last months dreams
A girl cries
A boy lies
Their father lay on the mothers dying bed side
A stone
A pebble
Sand of the devils time clock
An hourglass
A blink of the eye
Its all over.
Form:
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 a lullaby while tightening my noose.
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 out of the best of lead.
I keep him in my room, right beside my bed.
Just a boy but now he has turned a man
Only just able to see the things adults can
Feels like he is dangling like a grandfather clock
Awaiting his mother to become once again his rock
His soul as of pieces and thrives for some love
Every night the moon appears as he peers up above
Wishing things would change and be as before
But now he is an adult the child blind eyes no more
You’re Secret is Safe
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
None know the secrets of our Grandfather clock
It stands mostly quiet, in its niche,
In our great room;
As if camouflaged, it observes all goings on,
While eavesdropping on every conversation;
It never betrays any secrets, and most times,
Won’t give you the time of day,
And be truthful about it.
I've grown old with grace, but a memory of walking side by side holding each other's hand nourishing closeness and intimacy sparks.
His grandfather clock chimes its time, breaking the silence of my nourishing blissful memories, teasing my mournful mind.
memories echo
brings back you wrapped in my arms
never felt so lost
6/27/2020
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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 pure.
I keep waiting for mice to run up onto you dear clock.
In my mind hearing “hickory dickory dock”.
When makeshift can be broken
who can fix it ?
I have the words to say Im lonely
like a grandfather clock without the chime
Ive swallowed my own silverspoon
I may join the Salvation Army
if you dont believe in me soon
Something on the lines the good die young
Life is like crying
yet its more like reading a book
and finally reaching the end
you turn the pages and start again
Can we honestly say weve learned ?
I miss you in every nook and corner of my heart
And it hits like a dart
I miss you every second that the grandfather clock ticks
I miss you in every single breath I take in
I miss you to the moon and back
Now I know, how much rain longs to kiss its earth
How eager waves are to caress its shore
How the full moon years to adorn its sky
For it’s incomplete without the other
And I am incomplete without you
-Puvi-
Grandfather Clock
When I was young, not four foot tall,
My Grandpa’s clock I remember well
Stood and chimed, alone in the hall
When I was young, not four foot tall.
Taller than I, standing by the wall.
Older than he? I could not tell
When I was young, not four foot tall.
My Grandpa’s clock - I remember well!
05/17/2021
Entered into 'Triolet' contest
by Kim Merryman.
When hunger becomes
a little god. You start waiting
for a miracle to happen.
Like a grandfather clock, you
had stopped moving. Time
becomes a scoop from your ancestor’s
skull. You start digging
the floor for broken pins,
holding the secret prayers.
You watch yourself now
buried in words, picking up
some flowers with numb
hands, waiting for the ants
to come, to open the
curved in, corona of narcissus.
Satish Verma
The grandfather clock stood silent
it had stood the test of time defiant
seen babys born and many dawns
but now just stands silent
the little lad shouts his dad
my grandfathers clocks gone silent
some keys fit hearts and other clocks
and this ones spring needs winding
a few turns later the spring is sprung
and grandfathers clock strikes eleven
dad looks outside sees natures also come alive
and says son look the spring as sprung outside.
TIME PIECES
grandfather clock
time so easy to take apart
this child
with broken heart
couldn’t piece back together
that moment
she frowned and closed the door
i checked my watch
second hand stopped
gone forever more
summer vacation
hour hand
locked on 3:00 o’clock
minute hand
but a tick tock away
“tick tock” hooray!
in my closet
out of body out of mind
out of time
nor even strong wind
can rattle the door
Dave Austin
Wooden floors creak…squeak, squeak, squeak
The languid cat naps on the piano
Letting tumbleweed run its course
All the day long
No thought enters the desolate attic
Of decanters and hundred-legged pests
Those who dare to eagerly venture
Will follow suit and never return
Names are unspoken
And pleas die unheard
As cobwebs hang into laughs
The creature below relentlessly strikes
Even grandfather clock loses count
Of curious dwellers gobbled astray.
Sequestered Thoughts
Written: By Tom Wright
8-10-2019
I sequestered some thoughts today at dawning,
Other days I’ve allowed these thoughts free reign.
But today, I’ve a tendency, to sit here yawning,
Nothing worthy escapes though I rack my brain.
Perhaps its a temporary psychological block,
Because the hour of night, has now grown pale.
Or the interrupting chime of our grandfather clock,
But most likely, It’s just that my thoughts are stale.
Time flows
Sometimes slow
Sometimes fast.
Do you believe that?
Time flows regularly.
Like the pendulum
Of a perfectly aligned
Old Large 19th Century
Mahogany 8 Day Arch Dial
Longcase Grandfather Clock.
Yet time is relative.
If you are happy
It seems to go fast
Like a sailing boat
With winds that blows and drives
All sailing boats.
If you are sad then
No wind blows.
The boat is stuck nowhere
In mid ocean
And worry erupts.
a poor scribble