hands

[saw]

the clock
is a determined
son of a bitch
an indifferent killer

bent on taking years
so easy...like candy from a baby
that isn't armed...thing is
some babies have a mighty grip

never give up their sugar
resistance
is a rag-tag guerilla army
hiding in the jungle of time

slow down roadrunner
why this maniacal march ?
everyone but you takes five, now and then
take a little nap !

when I look at your face
your hands seem to be waving wildly
I know you haven't changed your pace....
yet the illusion is bothersome just the same

don't you understand I have a list
things to accomplish before my sun sets
how will I ever cross everything off
if you don't cooperate with me a little

even god rests on sundays

[leafsailors ghost]

Then we found that time was now
the poem asks me how
can I explain
that it is and will be
we will do more than we know
if we live today
you see
your poetry
inspires me
what more can we ask?
thanks

[WIREMAN]

take a break dammit......that old clock just keeps tickin away

[the mingo]

take a break dammit......that old clock just keeps tickin away

Now there's a piece of fact

[judih]

the new clocks
no hands, no tick
just blatancy

[Tjflowers80]

Moments pass
Day after day
Finding us in age
My bones creak.

My heart bounces
His thought remains
My emotion holds
And I cannot speak.

It is the fault of my own
For now is not the time
But here and now moments pass
And time consumes my thoughts.

[dadio]

Very good