Tag Archives: Time

May 5, 2017 · 8:24 pm

Unforgettable Love

Tick tock!

I see her walk

Down main street USA.

The passing time…

Her smile’s bright shine…

I hardly notice the gloomy day.

Tick tock!

I see her stop

And watch her turn my way.

Time feels so slow.

I’ve no place to go.

So glad I’ve got all day!

Hours, minutes,

Days and weeks;

The world is timeless

When she speaks.

Her endless sunset 

Lights my life.

What on Earth

Will I tell my wife?

Tick tock!

I see her socks.

They look a lot like mine.

Her lovely face…

Her classic grace…

The way she says “I’m fine…”

Tick tock!

Again she talks.

She calls my secret name.

It dawns on me

And soon I see…

Oh my God, how lame!

Hours, minutes,

Days and weeks;

The world is timeless

When she speaks.

Her endless sunset 

Lights my life.

Just realized…

She is my wife!

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February 15, 2017 · 10:26 pm

Engineers Talk About Love

They say when you love something

Time will stand still.

I think love’s correlated

With my watch-repair bill.

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December 30, 2016 · 7:11 pm

Last Time I Answer Spam…

I’m in a time vortex

In a failed experiment to get more sex.

Now I’m trapped in 2098 selling Goretex.

2017 could have gone better.

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November 15, 2016 · 7:08 pm

And He Didn’t Even Get A Chance To Write A Title

Way way back in time

Before to burp was an imposition

And male dinosaurs ruled the earth

And female dinosaurs stayed in the kitchen…

Editor’s Note: This poem was never finished as the poet was brutally crushed to death by a vengeful time-traveling she-brontasaurus who is also your mother.

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October 28, 2016 · 11:28 pm

Things Could Be Better… Or Not?

Remember that time,

That era of bliss,

When everything was

So much better than this?

When rainbows were present

Despite sunny days?

When you truthfully liked

One or more high school plays?

When people were friendlier

Than they are now?

When you could eat beef

Without harming a cow?

When the radio played

All your favorite songs

And giant monkeys weren’t kings

But elected-representative Kongs?

When Hamilton tickets

Could be purchased without

Selling infants on ebay

And a diagnosis of gout?

When Harambe was living

And that neighbor you hate

Was still in a prison

Somewhere in Kuwait?

But alas, you are peasants

And remember you don’t.

You tell me “say sorry,”

But too bad, I won’t. 

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September 29, 2016 · 11:09 pm

Time Management

I’ve got a flight

Tomorrow at noon.

It boards at 11:00,

An hour too soon.

I need to be

At the gate by 10:00 an’

That means to be safe

I’ll shoot for 9:07.

To get there by 9:00

I should leave around 8:00

So we’ll say 7:30

In case I run late.

I should set my alarm

To give myself time

To fully prepare

So let’s say 6:09.

When you figure in traffic,

Potential assaults,

The phase of the moon,

And seismological faults

I left yesterday

At 11:08

All the while disappointed 

That I’ll probably be late.

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February 10, 2016 · 7:48 pm

It Was A Wednesday Morning

It was 9:00 AM

Then I turned the Youtube on.

Now it’s Saturday.

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March 26, 2015 · 8:09 am

Strategy Meeting

I watch my life go by

In factors of sixty.

That little rotating stick,

The flashing colon,

The unending count

Of passing seconds.

No matter how angry the birds,

How many temples I fail to escape,

Or how many aces lay buried

Beneath twos of their own suit,

The hand will not speed up.

My hopes, and my battery, are dead.

When will this meeting end?

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April 14, 2013 · 10:58 pm

Flying Time

There comes a time,
From time to time,
When time passes too quickly.
Through times of joys
For girls and boys,
But not times that are sickly.

So I ask time
Just one more time
“Must you fly when we’re having fun?”
And in a timely way
Time did say
“I don’t if your joy’s never done.”

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