Short Oclock Poems

Hark! Listen to the silence. 
It is five oclock in the morning,
and all is dark, and still,
but it wont be very long,  
before the sun comes a creeping,  
up over the hill.
I just love the early morning,
seeing the sky as it grows light,
watching nature, 
as she  awakes from her slumber,
to me, it is a wonderous sight....

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I wake up each morning
At five o’clock
There seems to be no prior warning
Just me at five o’clock

And I think of something
That won’t leave me
It seems the importance will ring
In my head going round

And it won’t let me sleep
Will there be the answer 
Or will I hold my head and weep
As it goes around in my head.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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love came in on Friday
at about three tears 
past two o'clock
I didn't recall 
leaving the door open
yet I can't say he
was uninvited
I knew I had a visitor
when I felt the
chills on my spine
it was startling 
to find him 
standing in my heart
the curtains wide open
and sun making
shadows of my fear
on the floor
but I remember 
it was a Friday
at about three tears
past two o'clock...

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nostrils filled with the asphalt rain 
sewer systems and whirlpool drains 
shadowed sun downs by one oclock
flashing lights and city cops 
wailing sirens in traffic rush 
taxi cabs and commuter bus 
when will all the chaos stop 
suicides from building tops 
drive by shootings hit and run 
abondonded buildings home for some 
underneath the neon lights 
murder death kill records heights 
when will all the madness end 
a vicious cycle starts again....

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