Time On My Hands Poems - Poems about Time On My Hands

Do deadlines and due dates ever rattle my brain No, no - I'm a poet It's not fair to complain I’m free to sit and dream up ideas Or try my wit my reader to please O, lucky me with time on my hands When the hourglass drains ~ just flip the...

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Some fellers like to sit around and sip bourbon on the rocks. I prefer to sit around admiring my collection of old clocks. At last count I reckon they number about seventy-five or so. Much to the chagrin of my spouse, the number continues to grow! I just can't pass up a bargain at the local antique store. I suppose...

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Obviously this man's got lotsa time to devote totally To actively pursuing this rewarding endeavor called poetry Meeting folks of like minds Sharing passions in kind At my stage in life nothing equals my verbosity...

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Time on my hands. Ain’t got time to have no time on my hands, Because I’ve got to learn to fly before I leave this land. Time stands still and goes in the blink of an eye, But I don’t believe I’ll ever find my paradise. Scared of leaving with this weight on my mind; All I have left to give...

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Time on my hands, Exhaustion in my heart, Spending my nights, Finding the parts, So many peices, Just scattered on the floor, From where you walked away, Where you slammed the door, Time on my hands, Distance on my mind, So hard to enforce, A spine I can't find, Tougher than I look, Smarter than they think, Catching on quick, Balancing on the brink, Time on my hands, Love on the line, Nothing...

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Some fellers like to sit around and sip bourbon on the rocks. I prefer to sit around admiring my collection of old clocks. At last count I reckon they number about seventy-five or so. Much to my spouse's chagrin the number continues to grow! I just can't pass up a bargain at the local antique store. I suppose I'm like...

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Another ponder day came by And looked me right square in the eye. I just sat and with a sigh Grabbed my pencil and began to write. The sky is blue dotted with white The grass was green but turned brown over night. The flowers all droop out on my stoop Another summer's flown the coop. Then the winds began to blow Followed by...

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