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Lazhar Bouazzi May 2018
The rain ticks on the curb
Like a chronometer
Held up to a short race

As a man entering the mall
Feels his pocket for his
Wallet,
A grimace cracks his face.

© LazharBouazzi
K Balachandran Oct 2017
In the bejeweled chronometer dial

of the lighted night sky's grandeur,

light years unfathomable, embedded

vie with one another,

every single minute

in a scramble to all 360 degrees

creating a  perfect hallucination!

Time impishly breaks all concepts,

of linearity, circularity and the rest,

takes to directions, that pleases

in the process makes one wonder

what the distinctions we make

as  past present and future mean!

"Let's mix past with future,

put past in present and create

an ethereal symphony of time,so that

nothing gets lost, gained either"
JJ Hutton Dec 2012
on edges of swing set of summer of child
I grow -- a rust abloom while ghosts
of women once called "mother" do push
a wind a creak a falling leaf feathering
downward, candied sentiment traveling
forward

for hope for empty swing to fill to turn
the chronometer back to *12 noon, March 6, 1972
Warren-Johnson Oct 2018
Stress ticks over inside of me, as if mechanically part of me!
And these shacking hands be that of a chronometer!
How many times have i heard,
“It will all be ok!”
I think much kinder words have been spoken!
As if they hold no part of this drastic itinerary!
Then!
Mindfully i say!
COPE!

BREATHE
Smell take it all in!
Its not all decay!
There are roses too!

Listen
Oh, hear the beautifull song as the sparrow gayly chirps, his thanks to life!

Sight!
Open my eyes!
Drink in all its beauty!

Touch!
Feel the world with all my senses!
As air rushes over me!

Its all alive!

And I’m part of this great creation!

Im alive!

Oh

Thank you Jesus!
©️
Oscillating timekeeper ticks and tocs.
Pendulous seconds bumping time forward on the face of a clock.
Father Time, that Patriarchal chronometer
that martyr, master, commander and observer.
Watch the clock, it's moved forward, did you notice time moving?
Father Time so old, and bearded, a scythe by his side waiting to cull.
Waiting is dull.
Time is a lull, a lullaby before you die.
Cronus never steps back, always marches forwards
and we the human race, suspended in time, and space
watch the clock, wishing more time away with regret,
whilst watching the clocks face.
© JLB
07/12/2014
01:45 GMT
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
1-We were searching for warmth where there was only ice to find
2-We melted the ice in our souls and just caused an Avalanche in our minds
3-We were two broken people hoping our together would make us whole
Forgetting the rule of magnetism, repulsion of like poles
4-your Heart just as mine was a wide gaping abyss of a black hole
5-No matter what we did, some holes could never be filled
6-We tended the big wounds from the past, but the scars unlike the wounds could never be healed
7-Everyone said love like ours often ended in tragedy, that romance is a rose, and roses flower and fade
8-that all hellos come wrapped in their goodbyes, all beginnings pimped with the lip gloss of endings
9-that we were just another beautiful Titanic yet to encounter an iceberg and sadly we believed them
10-we didn't know that none in history ever chocked swallowing their pride, so we held on to ours as our love slipped away
11-We had bright futures left behind thus lived trying to rewind the chronometer
12-We had an obsession for art and sought sanctuary behind stories and books
13-We thought life could be one beautiful fairy tale, we thought the ambiance would be picture perfect
14-We wanted an escape from loneliness rather than to complement each other...
15-We had the best *** in the world, but never ever did we make love...
16-We always trusted facts yet some lies hold together what is broken by the tremors of truth...
17-We were accustomed to the freedom of dancing in the thundering storm so the manacles of comfort felt so uncomfortable
18-We wanted to find forever, when we hadn't crossed tumultuous bridges in the moment...
19-You were a little girl I expected to act like a lady, you pictured a man in the boy I will always be...
20-You wanted flowers, I wanted powers, you lived your life, I had mine but we ached for ours
21-It was love at first sight, we thought we could live happily ever after in a matter of hours
22-We were just frustrated by the grip life had on us so we thought we'd find the key in each other...
23-Fooled by her beauty, like Icarus we flew too close to the Sun and forgot the glowing orb of desire does burn
24-You developed a blister in your ******  that needed nine months for the doctors to help it out of you, if we squeezed it prematurely you could bleed to death... and the catechist's voice kept reminding me that doing so was itself a sin...
25-I was too young to understand that such blisters didn't ****, and the law didn't help...
26-My father didn't tell me it took pleasant pain to be him, or he probably did but I was deafened by hormones
27-Your mother said she told you and you kept contradicting, she hit you everyday and my testosterone couldn't take it... so I hit her for you, you hated me and I ran away.
28-We never loved each other, we were all running away from something, and we mistook us for a destination...
29-You had big dreams, I even had bigger dreams, the two kept sparking each time we tried to connect...
30-You squeezed a boy out of you and left him at the mercy of his blind grandmother and the tickles of cuddling infesting jiggers...
31-I blame you for having me disowned and ending my education, you blame me for everything.
32-You moved to the city, so did I... Met someone else, so did I.
33-We meet once in a while and you act like Miss world and I keep silent because I don't even have words for you.
34-Am working to get my son, you're doing everything to keep him a secret forgetting that some secrets can never be hidden, especially those with a mouth...
36-I wished I had never known you, you hated that I took your virginity...
37-Once in a while you return to my bed and I gladly welcome you, after which you cry and I comfort you
38-That's all we can be to each other now, a consolation for the melancholic love lives we are experiencing.
39-We both hate that we are apart but know we can't be together
40-For like it was before, we know everything about love but nothing about loving...
Andie Feb 2018
If a poet and a photographer fall for each other,
do they make art or love?
A wordsmith in opposition with reality, submerging into the abstractions of thought and emotion, time and space; smashing into a chronometer, yet more, one who freezes time and space, thought and emotion, in one glimmer worth more than anything discernable. What do they make together?
And a dancer and a pianist?
That’s even more disparate than the prior!
Broken bodies contorting within every imaginable plane, expressing hidden universal truths kept deep within their fluid forms. Warped feet or warped hands. Once the creator, now reduced to used. An ivory river sparkled with ebony, with which splashes and ripples could rip the hearts of men, fallen to nothing.
In the grey folds of the mind, we find worse and worse combinations, abnormalities shaping from shattered thoughts and twisted fantasies: a girl and a girl, a boy and a boy, two humans bound by the things they love. One of the infinite being the other. Impossible
for him
a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed

nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached berth
immediately transformed into quicksand,

while off in the distance
a glimmering chimera
(the first of many) appeared
amidst the desert sands one mirage

after another falsely broken promise
buoyed drained salvation
quick decision decreed each man for himself
thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers"

condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination
hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession
dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation
foretold merciless portentous demise

witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine
no doubt raw elements of nature wrought
fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates"
lost among expanse of whittled quartz

across chronometer measuring millions of years
now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me
to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting,
unwelcoming petty coated junction

blistering hot wind obliterated
fellow travelers convoy deeply
within diabolical dunes
eternally erased doom

awaited for 21st century explorers
to discover scattered wreckage
both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance
and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace

a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences
blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged),
where subsequent seasons
of wicked bewitched slow torture

akin to being raked over hot coals
exception made for this interminable sufferer
at the whim of sadistic
persona non grata evil spirit

n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct
a foreigner to yours truly
but atavistic primitive fight or flight
witnessed relieved whence absently blinking

this life married to indiscriminate
clamped, harried, styled devilishness
evaporated in thin air
upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes
horror, twas boot a dream.
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2022
For every second
the chronometer gains,
the future loses two

The light retreating
time in halves
—the moment old once new

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Steve Page Jun 2018
Startled at the turn of twelve
Not any other time
Her cultured tones sound so amazed
Before the expected chime

What is it that's shocked her so
Whatever could be the matter
Is it the echo of some past time
Or some rival chronometer

At the third stroke she'll be oh so precise
And disclose the appointed hour
She'll watch each minute slowly disappear
My most reliable of voyeurs.
The UK talking clock is a wonderful companion.  She always sounded surprised at 'twelve o'clock precisely'
Julio May 2019
The loose notebooks
they walk around here and there,
taken out of hiding.
As the syndrome of Estolcomo

I see white walls
almost empty, almost
the free space
even within the walls,
I like space.

Light plays with the smoothness of the painting
tersuras of the picture, that I love,
that I saw him born,
smooth, creamy

The sounds come from above,
I put them there.
The hammock on the curtain.
The head of the condor in its place.

 And January Quetzal dominates everything,
before the mysterious look of the ebony slave,
on the corks of a thousand amazing wines.
 
And the universe according to the Tafi,
in the center of everything,
stars, the Moon,
under a round of fused hands.

All the bones are,
antlers, horns,
breastplates, fangs,
teeth, breastplates, tails.

Stones, rocks,
shells, conches,
scrapers,
more stones,
Eternal stones!

Compasses with watches,
the Russian chronometer,
ready as always,
the alarm clock of Churri.

While the notebooks enjoy their freedom,
and they come and go
And I do not draw anything

A beautiful female in her dresser chair,
who always turns his back on me,
yearning and fearful,
always beautiful.

How many beaches,
how many roads,
hills, mountains,
open immensities,
and traveled páramos.

Life does not stop!
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
The singer from the Bowels, Kang and the black
point with black beans, chocolate beans and abuses,
more wells end in Africa. African, beginning
The new Latinas. Jose smiled, and became cold
and obscene. Marisa Jang Gogwe 3 Dogs **** star
Brook Extremely soft to launch the **** protocol
and then ïdiro'āri Orore mororēni yešek'eyeteli pekino
toy doll, toy with a cloth and wrapped in the presence
of soft **** and julule Lebehile in London is presented
partly in the background, Cross Hor, DPI
and genigigenigi Super Dan, the Danish island
hunter has been legalized as a Russian *******,
Alice Knox whispered and kissed on his mouth.
Alt subtitle Kat Monroe Dolls drooling and fake
bonuses. Doll Show. Sample of voice In the dance,
Salomé was completely destroyed and confronted.
At 18 years of age, the scene of the sky that Mandy
cut and lost in her belly to fresh animal and ****;
**** Latina DOD in the stomach,
licking her to member of gunpowder and surgery.
Brushes for Orions 4 Care for Dad and Fresh Noodles
18 Mandy Sky is dead and she lost the final thought!
Marissa Jean DP, before the DP faces three points
and the first chronometer is delivered to Gaggers;
Gaggers Must Nicolas. Black women, France, red,
mother's party, woman, night, beautiful Afrikanida,
Asia and Africa of America. DeBraska Africans in
Germany, long hair and military fire in the war.
Bad Vanquette Air Trail, Canadian History of Canada.
Since then he has been in France. Morning Moon
brings American products to the store. Funeral
gifts, dream gifts for adult Roman emperors,
German purity in the District of Columbia,
acid-alien designs, foreign songs, melodies of peace,
weddings, slave groups, Chinese conversations,
the churches, the dogs, the wild life and Spanish
Spain, killed on the peninsula. Sleep
with the old and rich gardens and the great radio
- Zero Synonini. Enjoy the popular Japanese
drama in the Windows Media PC image of PC
Music Image from PC; Tianmi as popular
as music or animal health, brain, vitamins,
children, books, smiles, sky Japanese
dramas. The alphabet, mystery, mystery,
black dress, Owen County is confused
with the door of the company. The truck
is a yakkik truck, clear sand, bright
Oxford Leipik brakes, English saloon
haircut, goddess of soccer *****,
and western halal regions.
Africa wants African continents
and Indian merchants to seek
integrated positions. STUDIO
Paul left to star in the kitchen
without knowing the stars of the Pacific
Ocean. Jack Spunking, full screen
and full color envelopes, but they
are puppets in the post office
of George and Giorgos. The taxi
can feels like a cigarette when
stickers are used. Arnold Meike
was beaten with shoes, farm implements
and toys. Mothers and daughters
of American woods. It allows red
commerce. One night Sunday service
of African music. America is dead;
American gold, Europe is warm.
You must have four mills
Does the Asian bomb want to change?
For a short time About Canada and JHM
Em Eden and Thomas Bar
Mormon, for a Christian, it's very hot.
People and your drink are popular.
Little city; Four tubes
The one is not mine.
Cream Father, do you love him?
European laughter
Google End B options: To be continue
Tvrwjil Italy or Sinai: Chorus.
Marco, Wanda, first With all your heart,
you cannot say it.
Miracle of Delaware
Saudi Arabia:
Today in Belgrade
Sound systems:
With me Music is available
in Saudi Arabia.
OC Cyberstarter,
The museum of Athens,
Is not difficult. The singer
of Bowes Kang and the black point
with black beans, chocolate beans
and the abuse of more wells in Africa
The new Latina Toss Jose smiled
and became cold and obscene. Marisa
Jang Gogwe 3 Dogs **** star Brook
Extremely soft to launch the ****
protocol. And then ïdiro'āri Orore
mororēni yešek'eyeteli pekino toy
doll toy with a cloth and wrapped
in the presence of soft **** and julule
lebehile in London presented partly
as background, Cross Hor, DPI and
genigigenigi Super Dan, the Danish
island hunter has been legalized as a Russian *******, Alice Knox whispered and kissed her mouth.                                            Alt subtitles Kat
Monroe drooling and secret doll
bonuses. Doll Show Doll. Sample
of voice In the dance, Salomé
was completely destroyed
and confronted. At 18 years of age,
the scene of the sky that Mandy
cut and lost in her belly to fresh
animals and **** Latina; DOD
in the stomach, licking her member
of gunpowder and surgery. Brushes
for Orions 4 Care for Dad and Fresh
Noodles 18, Mandy Sky is dead
and she lost the final thought! DP Ma.

— The End —