Short Tic Poems
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toc tac toe
I am always X
weirdly enough
every young person I meet is also always X
I had to learn to be O
begrudgingly
Tic-Toc
Tic-toc the ticking
Crocodile goes skipping
Through every sand
Of mortal man...
Tic-toc the ticking
1.28.2018©deborah burch
Rhyme
leonard cohen wrote
there's a crack in everything
that's how the lights in
listen to two clocks
ticking in and out of synch
there is a creak in...
stan sand
Tic-tock goes the clock in my head,
off beat,
still trying to master the solo of the real clock,
time is not yours to play with,
be careful, you might break it.
Tic toc, time's running out real fast
The signs are there, the dark clouds are vast
Bye bye, have a nice life
Wish you well in spite
Of the massive havoc you've amassed
Tic toc, tic toc, time's running out real fast
The signs are there, the dark clouds are vast
Bye bye, have a nice life
Wish you well in spite
Of the unbelievable turmoil you've amassed
aka
"No More Masks" or "Avon Calling"
It seems that your looks are genetic
And no one would claim they're magnetic
Improve the aesthetic!
Apply a cosmetic!
Synthetic is seldom pathetic!
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Ever so slowly
Tic Toc Tic Toc
With bated breath
Tic Toc Tic Toc
The time grows nigh
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Christmas Eve
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Is almost here
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Tic toc, time's running out on Mr. Prez real fast
The signs are there, the dark clouds are vast
Bye bye, have a nice life
Wish you well in spite
Of the unbelievable havoc and turmoil you've amassed
Just a tic
Sometimes a motor tic
Sometimes a vocal tic
The constant tapping of my foot
Or the constant popping of my lips
Just to ease the storm of nerves
A tic takes the edge off just as that drink takes the edge off for the alcoholic
The
Tic
Of the
Clock sound as
A melody to
The heart that is waiting to beat
To a compass of ecstatic happiness and joy
Healing and mending a broken heart that will beat with a brand new song under the stars
Nayda Ivette
11-29-2015
Tick Toc
The clock turning
Round , round without ceasing
Blow your horn in celebration
For time passes and the shadows lengthen
So dance and sing in the moonlight
Laugh, time is the jester
Another day
Tick Toc
Barbara Gorelick
9/2/13
Just Nine Lines contest..
tic toc clock
goes goes goes
new life ahead
rows rows rows
everybody but me
knows knows knows
what each ball of life
throws throws throws
next day come and quickly
shows shows shows
all production is run by
pros pros pros
i am up before the rooster
crows crows crows
each day my frustration with tic toc clock
grows grows grows....
Keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Checking my lists
Tic-Tac-Toe
Cooking and cleaning
Tic-Tac-Toe
Trips to the lake
Tic-Tac-Toe
Let's take a walk
Tic-Tac-Toe
Rummaging and fumbling
Tic-Tac-Toe
Just keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Never still. Never rest
Tic-Tac-Toe
Time always heals Mother said
Tic-Tac-Toe
Memories Never Fade
Tic-Tac-Toe
I wake up, I lie there, I look at the clock
Try to silence my brain, tic toc, tic toc
Why can’t I sleep, what’s caused this hinder
I’m never quite sure yet I pause and I linger
Thinking and wondering i dwell in twilight
I belong to two worlds yet not really, not quite
I love this feeling, a freedom of peace
A bit of eternity, perhaps never to cease
You be my tick
I'll be your tock
We'll ring the alarms
of our inner clocks
Unchalk your heels
take a spin on my block
We'll put the rock
in eachothers sock
Like hammer and nail
our passion will wail
Like caught in a storm
our bodies will flail
Then we will ease down
and just fool around
Until we're ready again
to shake the ground......
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WE all
\
tic &
\talk
it is the way
/the Brain
wa/lks
______||____as
long as the grass
b|Neath my
death and sun shines
still |within my heart's
grasping beats!
how say you,
do you tic?
how do you,
tic-n-toc?
like so many busy photons
spreading light upon
the mysteries of All!
:: 01-02-2017 ::
E.P.ROBLES (c)
Tic toc, tic toc,
Around the clock,
Over the moon,
Beyond the stars,
Through the trees,
Where flowers grow,
Where night is day and day is night,
Where children laugh,
And grown-ups dance,
Among the tombs,
Of those long since dead,
Remembering what was,
Celebrating what is now,
Looking towards the future,
The sickness is gone,
Forever gone,
No more to fear,
Freedom is here.
Listen to poem:
we’re all ticking time bombs
with activated fuses
sometimes doctors
will sit us down
and assign us some disease
ominously reminding us
about the ticking of our clock
but in the meantime
other bombs go off around us
often without warning
why would we need
reminders to live life
to its fullest
over and above all
remembering to ignore
that annoying ticking
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
tic tock
tic tock
teardrop
sodium-flavored
lollipop
long lines
stand alone
tic tock
time goes
on
waiting
short hand
long hand
fun fast
hurt slow
tic tock
tic tock
teardrop
sodium-flavored
lollipop
we all
lick
an old clock
turns from tic to toc
midnight falls away
from its loose slip knot
hands maneuver hands
to where dark declines
distant specks of time
burst into flame
if your eyes are asleep
you may hear these labors
in another place
within a space-less room perhaps
for the winding of old clocks
maybe the winder of your heart
has even now stepped over
a midnight pause
has about-faced
from your ticking
A love so magnet tic n' rare
Blast like fireworks
Exploding through the
Milky way.
It's foggy vision leaves
An electrifying radiation
urge to, grab A love so
desperately wanting
shock~waves erupt.
So wild n' free, as the bee stings
My heart with a drastic disease,
Pouring on the honey.
Unable to explain how you've
Captured me in a sense More
Than words can say:
I Love You!!! My dear poet
Soul~mate.. to this man you
Know who you are.
A hankerin’
an unscratched itch
which one doesn’t wish to scratch for one
a need for heat and warmth
a turnstile dreamer ushers night to morn.
A what the hell
why not devil may care
for who else does?
The siren calls Ulysses to her gate.
Flower scents surmount
the desert dryness of aging heroines.
Lotharios play grinding tic tac and toes
searching for the golden fleece.
And neither Heaven nor Hell
concerns themselves
with such mundane matters.
Listen to poem:
swirls around my
finds my
bottom right incisor.
jagged
pulls away
[bite down]
finds my
bottom right incisor.
bloodied
bottom right incisor.
[swirl, swirl, swirl, swirl, swirl, sw
There is a street
Called Tic Tock Lane
A name I thought
Is somewhat strange
In time
My wonder
Got to me
So Googled
Tic Toc Lane
So I saw
To my horror
The story of Elmer
A clock maker
His wife was killed
He did some time
Then married again
To wedding bells
Chimes
In two years time
Elmer's no more
Two men came shooting
New wife and Elmer
New wife survives
To testify
"This one's for Ma"
"Was what the man said"
Time was now gone
And Elmer's now dead
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