1 2 3 4 let’s have a holy war
5 6 7 8 seed hate and propagate
9 10 11 12
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Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock
Facing racing against a time bomb clock
Tick tock our great leaders in the dock
Should and could have got more stock
Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block
Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock
As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock
Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock
Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock
In their mouths forcefully placing that sock
Throw away the keys after turning the lock
Tick tock, tick tock
If I don't get help I'm going to drop
Tick tock, tick tock
Sleep deprivation is a ticking clock
Tick tock, tick tock
My body's about to go into shock
Tick tock, tick tock
My mind has hit a massive road block
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Tick tock, tick tock
All I'm doing is watching the clock
Can't sleep, can't eat
Can't sit still in my moulded seat
Can't concentrate, brain turned off
I hope this breakdown is a one off
Figures moving, I am scared
Can't lift my legs to go down the stairs
Voices talking, their so loud
It's like I'm standing in a crowd
Want to die but want to live
Undecided if I'll survive
Tick tock, tick tock
There it is that damn clock
Turn it off, it needs to end
I take back all iv said
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Time to end or time to begin
I have to find the strength within
Tick tock, tick tock
It's my mind I need to lock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
It's the end, iv smashed the clock
Let's face it
as sure as tock follows tick
(be it ever-so quick)
then tick follows tock
when hands dial in circles
and wind around the clock
unless the spring is broken
the world will spin
no matter the weather
or shape it's in
at least in my lifetime
as for better or worse it survives
ad infinitum or until
eternity eventually arrives
Welcome world in timing
The clock
A watch
Time revolting and accelerating
Every moment through the seconds, hours and minutes in precise
Precious times
Time maneuvering faster than anybody can keep up
Contributing and fulfilling
Finish what you start while you have time
No one knows when time will suddenly stop
All of us are on a stop watch being a sand glass time observe
Committed to exact
Time after time
Minutes to spare
Seconds complete
Hour up
Timed out.
How much prescience
did you leave behind
futures left unfelt
How much transience
were you denied
with aces left undealt
How many doors
stayed closed and shut
no matter how hard you knocked
How many chances
did you waste
— as you slaved before the clock
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Trying, tripping, tanking, toil,
Typical of my intellect’s termination.
Trinkets are tied to incompetence,
those are the twisted tips of my mother.
As I travel closer to toe the top,
I toy with the seconds that tick by.
Insomnia
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick, tock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Hurry, hurry. Chase that thought!
Write it down. Be sure it rhymes.
Sense is not a requirement.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Look at what I’ve just caught!
Another word. Two more lines.
Fame is not an aspirement.
Tick TOCK. Tick TOCK.
Oh my, wait! Rhyming is not
on the list, so what?
Should I have a do-over?
TICK Tock. TICK Tock.
Oops, no time for another word.
No pressure, right?
These words are truly absurd.
TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!
Time’s up. Just my luck.
Didn’t watch my tense.
No sense is nonsense.
Sitting here watching the news
What is going on gives me the blues
The world is fighting a war
Just wanting to take a lil more
Who is wrong and who is right
In this mad blight
All stays the same
Those remaining silent are just as much to blame
Seems they think it is all a game
Death falling from above
What ever happened to love
Mother grab your child
Welcome to a world that has gone wild
Lost, are the meek and mild
What is truth but a lie
Words falling from the sky
Blinded by the rockets that fly by night
Hold your children tight
Going to be rough
So you gotta be tough
As the night turns to day
Seems the world has lost its way
Tear drops fall
The world builds a wall
Humanity starts to stall
A world so dark
So stark
No hope beyond tomorrow
..... this sorrow.....
Tick..ity tock
Winds down the clock
Tick tock, tick tock,
The cat climbed on the clock.
A rat ran out rapidly in the rain.
Sought shelter under a sturdy shrub.
The cheeky cat checked all crops,
The rat snuggled into its reservoir.
A duck chased the cat,
Then it dipped into the pond,
Enjoyed a quiet quaff in the quaint rain,
As the water sounded on its surface,
And as it Ticked, it Tock,
And the duck dug deep happily.
Placed 1
Tick Tock
Miracle Man
10/12/2024
We live our lives each day on the clock,
one eye on the future the other the past.
Our past we can’t alter but we take stock,
our future we find our vision is glassed.
So we learn to live each day as it arrives,
leaving earlier paths we’ve tread behind.
Content with burial in memories archives,
for now, in today, we’re presently confined.
The clock winds up
as youth develops
Then winds down
as age envelops
The first propels us
~ the second’s jealous
Time of which we all possess
To move on forward and progress.
Not to be taken for granted...
Of its presence, we're enchanted.
Life is short, somewhat a race...
Happening at a fast pace.
Time is all we have - our chance
To better ourselves and advance.
Poorly spent, haste turns to waste
And time can never be replaced.
Do not have a second thought
That precious seconds can be bought.
A little time can make a lot...
You never know how much you've got.
Hours just minutes away...
The clock reminds us every day.
In ticks and tocks of silent chime,
What will you do with your time?
It is our host until we ghost...
So of it, try to make the most.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. That’s the sound of life.
Ever-ticking, counting down,
A soundtrack for our fleeting days.
We have this old Russian clock at home,
A rusty relic, its hands creaking,
Telling stories of a life lived and lost.
It stops sometimes.
Dead in its tracks.
No tick, no tock.
Just silence.
A silent echo of the silence that’ll greet us all.
That clock, man, it’s a damn prophet.
It whispers secrets in the dead of night: “Don’t wait.”
“Mend the broken bridges,?before they’re swallowed by time’s endless tide.”
Each chime is a reminder,
a punch in the gut:
“Tick-tock. You got work to do.”
I have unfinished apologies to give,
forgotten birthday calls to make, resentments to shed, and hearts to heal.
Because one day, the clock’s gonna say "Checkmate."
The final chime will fade, and you’ll be left with only echoes of “What if?”
Don’t let the clock win.
Turn your time into gold,
make each moment count,
mend what's broken,
love with abandon,
and embrace the dance of life,
before the music stops.
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