Got my wrist watch smile
And my pocket watch clock
I've got a real sun dial
And a teal weather sock
My cellphone chimes my times
My compass rolls in truck
I keep a roll of dimes
I keep them round for luck
I hold my sextant tight
I follow starlight's sprawl
I swallow up the night
I can't find time to call
No matter who I'm with
I'm rolling round the rhymes
I'm one more man of myth
Just a man of the times
time differences...
between many different
clocks on the walls andt...
shelves of various sorts
from an antique pendulum
to a wooden wrist watch...
that's two feet long with a
candle-lantern hanging on
one end and a dragon fly...
perched on the other to
keep an eye on a raven in
a picture directly above...
facing an opposite wall
clock that appears an oldt
fashioned and oversized...
transparent pocket watch
next to an old style electric
cabinet clock with a built-in...
stereo system of beautiful
sound...
stan
Nearly anonymous now
Walk one foot forward
Jack Strange
that's him bursting with self confidence
proving life is an act
his luminous wrist watch throws light
black jumble sale clothes
He like to show you
how unrepresented is he
in the disharmony
of an unsealed cup of joy
for the keepers Sunday picnic
Minnie mouse is so famous
Wearing bow as pink as rose
She also wears dress
So clean and no mess
And polishes her black nose
Mickey mouse likes her so much
They’re best friends, a perfect match
Both wear nice sports shoe
With colorful hue
So, they’re designs of wrist watch
Mickey and Minnie are smart
So talented since the start
They hold hands to dance
In a lovely prance
But Mickey gives a loud fart
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Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen levels,
hours of REM sleep;
If you’re under the water,
it knows just how deep.
If you’re lost in the woods,
it will help get you back,
or blast a loud siren
if you’re under attack.
The steps that you took,
the stairs that you climbed,
record a voice memo
to capture a rhyme.
Listening to music,
or receiving a text,
keep up with your groceries,
so your wife won’t be vexed.
For the gals, tracking cycles,
and for all, track your phone,
keeps up with the NASDAQ,
and the stocks that you own.
But it doesn’t record
all the things that you missed -
Life in arrest,
watching your wrist.
BIRTHDAY GIFTS
Free Verse
A belated birthday gift
From my son I received
That I could use in my daily activities
Jog, walk and exercise the things I need in my life
A blue jogging suit
And a Lacoste rubber shoes
That makes my whole being more active
Feeling better and younger than others
A nice cap from by younger daughter
And a wrist watch from the older
These small things gave me the vigor
The inspiration and aspiration to live longer
With me walking and jogging
Are the best gifts I ever received
My loving and understanding wife
Which I believe a gift from God
I'm
I'm singular.
I'm night-driving.
With vibrant hum
of standard speed.
I'm glowing of dashboard.
Utterances of am talk
alien abductees and remote viewing.
Barely diverts my musing.
I night-drive
periodically.
A rite of wanting
Control, of the wheel.
Arm out window
night air cooling me.
Headlight on blacktop.
A yellow metronome.
This nights topic , I'm.
A question proposed,
by a small man in robes.
I started the list:
I'm a modern Tom Sawyer
an ebb-and-flow.
I'm this psycho-manic jester.
Dharma junkie, with subjects.
I'm Charlie Brown on acid
but who love the dog.
I'm a skin head hippie.
A guy with no wrist watch.
I'm a independent film critic
speaks religiously of Fight Club.
I'm these and other clever observation.
I stopped at a neon diner for tools of thought:
Coffee, pen, paper, and consumers of isolation.
Filling a page of I'm
looking for a singular
a true answer.
Just finding personas
and learned traits.
It came to me this I'm.
While leaving the tip.
In my wallet a picture of my children
looking full of me.
Maybe you thought of bluebells
Proudly displayed in a little hand
Maybe you thought of a pocket watch
Given as a gift upon conformation
Maybe you thought of an alarm clock
Bought when you moved out
Maybe you thought of a sister clock
A sister clock; straight from the box
Maybe you thought of a childrens watch
A watch with a name; given
Maybe you thought of a wrist watch
The watch you have looked at; for so long
Maybe you thought of a watch; in a value bag
Returned to next of kind
I heard the church bells toll
They called out as a reminder
There will be sorrow
There will be joy
Early Morning Times Like These
As I reposed one early morning
Upon my yellow lawn chair on
My freshly cut grass in warmth of
Summer’s blazing sun at eight am,
By my wrist watch,
I found myself half dozing off again
To sounds of music, country soul,
From someone’s radio,
Drifting in from somewhere close by
Other than here, where I reposed.
Yon ocean seemed to have no end,
Just falling of an edge unseen,
Warming my early morning toes
Midst screeching sounds of sea gulls
And shrills of other seashore wingies
High in my deep blue sky.
Ocean waters sent wavelets
Lapping golden sands
And waves washing
Already smooth stones,
Some wearing white mustaches,
Once in a while.
It was early morning bacon,
Toast and eggs time
And scents of it all
Filled my morning air.
I love morning times like these, don’t you?
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THE TOUCH RETURNS
The leaves of the old calendar fly
Taking the days and months away
As I pass in my pace the time-posts by
Pegged at points of my unmarked birthday.
My mother celebrated that special day
Feeding the family and friends sweets
She always made in her chosen way
Till now I haven’t forgotten the treats.
All these stopped almost in an instant
After she had died a long time ago
In cycles my birthdays came and went
Nobody remembered or cared to know.
A time came when I also forgot
The day when a year piled on my age
So I was surprised when I once got
From an unnamed sender a package.
Somebody had gifted me a wrist watch
An unsigned note read ‘Happy Birthday To You’
I couldn’t guess who it was loving me so much
Such an angelic heart still existed I never knew.
My gratitude I couldn’t convey
Into a drop of tear I saw my joy turn
A silent ‘thank you’ I could only say
For in the gift I felt mother’s touch return.
April 5, 2018.
These are my thoughts
This is my voice
Love was becoming toxic
I had to toss it
Though blame it on the Pandora box
Wait but that is unfair of me
For my misfortune is of my own doing
Evol
That is selfish of me
Still have my back against the wall
Still have hope
Looking at my wrist watch
I made a few baby steps
Believe this; nothing good comes out of the dark
Paint that white
So don’t turn your back
For love is your building block
Pause for a second
And reconsider your decisions
For your chances are your choices
Choices are your chances
For tomorrow belongs to the courageous
Who roll the dice more than twice
In their minds you only live once
Tomorrows existence will tell of the
Of your today’s circumstances
LOVE
Embrace it
blueberries are not an option
oversize strawberries, maybe.
16 pack
of pop-tarts
the workers look worried
or weary
worn down by the woman who taps on her wrist-watch
with her forefinger
her painted mask forms a frown
her eyebrows are more aggressive
flashing lights
spilled onto the glossy floor tiles
the shelves are soaked in strange
i am invisible
avoiding intentional eye-contact
content to be
a casual observer
unnoticed by an acquaintance
out of context
unaccustomed to our bodies without barriers
beside the cereal boxes i wonder
if i look different behind bullet-proof glass
fat-free or chocolate 2%
there is no middle-ground
but i prefer the color blue to brown
so the choice is made easier
by arbitrary affections
this is where college students
collect the contents of their refrigerators
this is where bananas
are available after midnight
on a thursday
or is it friday?
all i can say is that it doesn’t matter much
in this fluorescent fantasy land
everything is affordable
especially time
because wages are waning
and the hunger will never cease.
Porto
I have lived in Algarve for many years, yes plenty of sunshine
but its people have an African conception of time,
whether this is caused by arrogance or lack of knowledge
I will not speculate to know anything about.
Last year I went for a week, holiday in Porto and fund to
my surprise people who looked at their wrist watch
to be able keeping an appointment.
This is not a holiday town built to accommodate tourists,
like Vilamoura a place that has no past and little future
except a marina, where expensive boats are being anchored
to show someone’s wealth and I will speculate from where
the wealth originated.
Porto is you and me, going for a walk having a meal and a glass
of red; once I met a “guardian” reporter with his wife having
a good time.
The difference between a wife and a mistress is that the
man is kinder to his mistress
One’s Lesser Twin
by Odin Roark
Everyone’s got one
The hand that uses a mitt
To catch the ball
You know
That other fingered appendage
Whose achievements
Claim to fame
Is without celebration
Save the privilege
Of wearing the wrist watch
And of course
Saving the game…occasionally
Comparison with its double
Hampers its best effort
Knowing full well
Writing
Affixing a signature
Opens many doors
Locked to the minor assistant
Yet
Hope knows reward
For in Homer’s Elysian Fields
Located on Earth’s western edge
By the stream of Okeanos
Shortcomings will find solace
Short straws
Becoming the long
Affording privilege
While the once favored
Will provide support
Dream of such moments
My lesser twin
For time rushes forward
Even as I pen this thought
And your shielding hand
Holds at bay
The cheating eyes of our school days
Now grown adult
They remain anxious
Ready to continue
Their cheating and stealing
Forget not
As our shadows eventually merge
Into the underworld
Fate’s right hand too
Will sigh its relief
No longer to carry
Expectation’s burden
The baton will have passed
To the lessor twin
Carpe Diem
It's 11:26am but my laptop 2:24am
wall clock 9:26am, wrist watch 4:49pm,
I think God's time is the best
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