"tickin" poems
She don't like her eggs all runny
she thinks crossin' her legs is funny
she looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter bunny
she's my baby
I'm her honey
Never Gonna Let Her Go
He ain't got laid in a
Month of Sundays
I caught him once
and he was sniffin' my ******
he ain't too sharp but he gets things done drinks beer like it's oxygen
and he's my baby
I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In Spite of Ourselves
we'll end up sitting on a rainbow
Against All Odds
honey were the big door prize
We're going to spite our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothin'
but a big ol' Hearts
dancin' in our eyes
she thinks all my jokes are corny
convict movies make her *****
she likes ketchup with her scrambled eggs swears like a sailor when
she shaves her legs
she takes a lickin'
she keeps on tickin'
I'm never going to let her go
He's got more ***** than
A Big Brass Monkey
he's a whacked-out ******
and a love bug ******
Sly as a fox
crazy as a loon
when payday comes
he's howlin' at the moon
he is my baby
and I don't mean maybe
I'm never going to let him go
In Spite of Ourselves
we'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
Against All Odds
honey were the big door prize
we're going to spite our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing
but big ol' Hearts
dancin' in our eyes
In Spite of Ourselves
Written by John Prime
Cherie Nolan- A favorite wedding tune
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Up all night in your underwear
Up all night with Saturday hair
Up all night with the birds sittin there
With the clock tickin there
Why do you care
Sleep all day I don't wanna see
**** the sun baby
**** your dumb party
Momma come a knockin
Just to come hug me
I'm goin crazy
I can feel the heat
Fireball whiskey
And your tongue on me
That's my medicine
Yum yum yummy
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
Beat
Beat back the urge
Beat it back to the Stone Age
You nerd!
I got a motor mouth
A mile a minute
It's a song and dance
But I'm not in it
Bite
Bite your lip
Fool yourself into thinkin'
You've beat it
I got a tigger finger
No gun to pull
A fragile headstock
Lost my cool
I'm tic tock tic tock tic tock tickin away
I'll blast off like a rocket into outer space
You can keep it down for a little while
But soon enough you'll be forced to smile
Keep
Keep your cool
Keep it locked up tight
One rule
I got a worn out shirt
It Never fits right
I shift my shoulders
Under the lights
Make
Yourself do better
Make it all go away
It's the weather
I'm a bit twitchy Don't touch me
I need you to love me
You're so far above and I'm so far below
I'm losing control and it's just not enough
My nerves are aching to just get rough
I'm worried what happens if I'm in freeze
I get up the itch and I need a release
There's so much to manage to do and to say
My mouth is just in the way
I'm tic tock tic tock tic tock tickin away
I'll blast off like a rocket into outer space
You can keep it down for a little while
But soon enough you'll be forced to smile
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
I'll put a brick in my hood
I'll throw a brick to ya dome
I'll shove about anything
To get me through up my nose
And I still flatter them hoes
And get their ******* all wet
Until they drip, drip outta the dryer
I'm washed up they said
Yeah, I'm sauced up too bad
Sick as **** in the head
Don't give a **** about bread
I'm busy countin' my lead
I'm about as sick as they get
So I break up some nugs
Have a *** count my stacks
Line my crib with straight thugs
One, two, three, six, click
Clappin' these sixes while she's suckin' my ****
Leavin' my Deagle 'cause I'm wantin' to live
Givin' heaven the finger 'cause I'm lovin' to sin
No one gonna stop me
Yeah, nothin' that can top me
I'd wreck a fuckin' Bentley
Then suit up on a Harley
Take a trip to Muncie
And load up on some chronic
And smoke until I'm smellin'
Like a farm of hydroponic
**** I gotta get my mind right
But I can't 'cause I'm livin' in the high life
Not a cent gets spent on a dime, right?
Wrong, I spend it all the time
And time keeps tickin'
My watch looks broke 'cause I can't stop spinnin'
Run outta smoke so I tryna hit some resin
My lungs stuck up, but I just keep rippin'
Them souls apart, them hoes apart
Nothin' but the best for my bros so far
I am the number one in this
God-forsaken little blip
Midwestern farmer ****
No one here allowed to spit
But I do everyday
While all my fuckin' neighbors be balin' that hay
Hooray, we got another couple mouths fed
'Til I force-feed 'em an entree of straight lead
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 11:55 PM UTC
Today, I gazed upon the future.
Stingrays, Mercedes S-Class, Corvette ZR1....
I couldn't take my eyes off that brand new Vette
I looked at my dad and pointed at that ZR1
I said
That's why I'm in college
I won't quit till I fall out
I won't stop till I'm gone
I don't want to be good
I don't aim to just be better
If I'm gonna do it
I have to be the best
Maybe more
But for sure
For sure
Absolutely nothing less
That's my ZR1
My Z06
I'll take off in that S-Class
How do you say.....
Kompressor
Appetite for Champagne
Budget for beer
No worry
Prospects are already flowing
I'll be the first round draft pick
I still hold the top spot
Highest grade point average
Dead serious
I got this
Heads up
I'm coming for you
Remember those three letters
JMG
You'll see them again
I promise
I am not the same
I'm an alien
I hover over you
Climb in my spaceship
Let's go for a ride
If you dare to understand me
You'll never let go
But dare for a ride
Cause I'm not slowing down
until i find out what that means
I'm not gonna quit til my brain stops tickin
I'm hungry
Starving
I'm gonna plow through this ****
Like Cam Newton through some Gamecocks.....Yeah 56-17
You can try to do something about it
I really hope you do
I'm a soldier
I'm never ever
Going away
I swear to god
You better keep your eyes open
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
As time passes on, I hear many songs
Songs of old, songs of new
Mornings haze, dusks stillness
Lonely nights, city living
County air, summers medows
Winters lonely streets
Death of the old, birth of the young
A guitar, a band, a note, a strum
Busking, travelling, clocks a tickin
Waters flowin, trains a rollin, end of the line
Dreaming, fighting, crying, dying
Oh father of night
Oh father of day
Oh father to you I pray
You require no faith
You are past, present, future
Forever with us
In our cars
In our rooms
In the darkness
Share the joy
Your words
Your chords
Your voice
Guding unyielding to the truth
What's right
What's wrong
What are minds are thinking
What our hearts are feeling
I drift, I flow
Years go bye
You remain
A ship that can't be sunk
A dream that can't be thwarted
Wherever my restless heart wonders
You will be found
Robert Zimmerman we are forever yours
The disillusioned
The faithless
The loveless
The lost
The wiry
Now and forever
Till the day we pass
You're the father
You're the light in the dark
You will never die
Your star burns brightest
In this life or the next
God willing
We'll meet again
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Beat
Beat back the urge
Beat it back to the Stone Age
You nerd!
I got a motor mouth
A mile a minute
It's a song and dance
But I'm not in it
Bite
Bite your lip
Fool yourself into thinkin'
You've beat it
I got a tigger finger
No gun to pull
A fragile headstock
Lost my cool
I'm tic tock tic tock tic tock tickin away
I'll blast off like a rocket into outer space
You can keep it down for a little while
But soon enough you'll be forced to smile
Keep
Keep your cool
Keep it locked up tight
One rule
I got a worn out shirt
It Never fits right
I shift my shoulders
Under the lights
Make
Yourself do better
Make it all go away
It's the weather
I'm tic tock tic tock tic tock tickin away
I'll blast off like a rocket into outer space
You can keep it down for a little while
But soon enough you'll be forced to smile
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Checkin on my stew,
its stewin.
Checkin my casio watch,
its tickin.
Only acouple horas to go,
my excitement will burst and billow like snoww
because nights like tonight don't happen often.
Once a week.
Its Thursday eve *******
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
55 and very alive
my legs be a kickin
in the main in the game
my beatin heart still tickin
outta bed to clear my head
the pace of life jus quickens
open eyes can see the sky
another day I'm winnin
stuff to do, jus movin through
de pop of life is trippin
me be bop rocks in non-stop
dis musik track be flippin
last dime spent, I still be bent
a mash up life o whippin
been to school, so now its cool
into the grave to be slippin
Music Selection:
Bird and Diz,
Ko Ko
Oakland
1/29/11
jbm
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
You're the only one I've ever known to stare
at the face of the clock on your wrist,
carefully following the
tick.
tick.
tickin.
just so you could brag about
what every two-eyed person missed--
catching the minute hand move, in its slight little twitch
or maybe it was the hour
I fail to remember which.
Saw it with your own two eyes you said to me while
smiling
and i shook my head in disbelief,
amused at that tricky timing.
I looked at you and thought some thoughts
of how your you-ness has always been
a what you get is not what you see,
your patience forever a complexity,
and your determination, the perplexor
needs its own personal illustrator
.
You've always known where you were headed
but you also made sure that you'd take
the longest, most
loopingly,
w
i
n
d
i
ng-est,
weirdest path
to get and eat life's cake.
I knew I couldn't follow you
but well I gave it a try
and when you finally put your wings on
I was just happy to see you fly
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
You don't like love
You just know time is a tickin'
Life is a bomb, and the heart is the victim
Eyes big with ambition
And wanting bad ******* becomes
The way you feel free, but it's krypted
It's a trap for those who are less gifted
The ignoramus who your teachers depicted
As the ones
You don't wanna become
You waste your day away the way you make
Your world say ****** words about your being
Striving to be the "spice" of the night
But you didn't think twice
Stuck your tongue in a vice
And it bit you with the venom
Now you're scarred up for life
In the mind there are things like,
Demons you shouldn't expose to light
Look beyond the little temporary pleasures
Find what's left in life for your face to elate to
Long live the bad ******* you didn't need
They gonna find the right man, indeed
Tell them mazel tov, and tell yourself
There's plenty people for me
And keep swimming, indefinitely
You're a lost soul half stepping
The pain of the game got you trippin
Thought the head was whatever
That place was good, but this is better
Smile and shake a new hand for the change
Reaching happiness inside, you're not far from range.
Don't trend like the words a poet site
Strive for success and live life right
Not taking no for an answer
Lift the sagging pants up
And walk with dignity into your dream
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
scattered beauty, uncertain fate
a life of rage and sometimes hate
the longer he remains down there
he won't be daddy anymore
poems of addiction without fiction
as time is tickin', as time is tickin'
daddy become clean i wish you luck
can't you remember our last hug?
it's always the same with you pop
how can we count on you?
why have you given up?
why can't you be strong at last?
it doesn't matter if you surrender
as time is tickin', as time is tickin'
you won't have room or space left
frozen bank accounts and misery
we live in mistrust, daddy
can't you just be yourself again?
get rid of the mirrors and errors
we live in mistrust, daddy
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
I wish we understood the importance of our time
Because once wasted, it's a permanent goodbye.
And in the blink of an eye, that baby is grown;
That brand new building is a crumbling edifice.
And in a single moment there is so much to say
But we waste is away on what ifs and sighs
Because we don't see that we could have something great.
We fear rejection or failure and procrastinate.
As our mothers get older, their backs begin to bend
Under the stress of watching us live in our sins
Because we still fail to realize that she is watching
And that her heart is continually pounding.
Our fathers stay in dismay at our reckless abandon,
Wishing we understood that the clock is tickin'.
He envies the time when he didn't give a ****
And meanwhile, we scorn his old gray head.
It's not until we've wasted precious time
That we realize the truths in their chiding
And we're off getting married or still idling.
No one really cares what the hell we do
But if they did, we'd probably just say **** you"
So soon though, we look in the mirror and see
Our reflection has been altered , how? A mystery.
Because when we are here, time is this luxury.
But those adults over there can't buy it so they envy.
All too soon we are the envious with the hearts pounding
And sitting there thinking, "Time's a wastin'."
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
The tower clock is tickin' a relentless tone,
And there's still something missing from my memories tome.
A reluctant adventure to the porcelain throne,
Throwin' up on the lawn and stumbling through the town.
Well you made me think that I could be right ,
And I came to see what we could make of the night.
Now you've flushed me out of your system just fine,
But I can't do the same 'cause your name is my wine.
If I could tap into your train of thought,
I'd tie these frayed ends in a knot.
I'd wrap the doubt around a chord,
And accept what I cannot control.
The neutral between biased tides was seasoned to resolve divides.
Ideally where we'll stand our ground,
Progression takes the form of sound.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
My heat alone could crumble the earth
Since my birth I knew my worth
Had nothing to match to only speak to
Myself when judgment a clicking
Watching the time tickin' my flesh ain't repentin'
Runnin' past the prison system
I rather see stages of death on the very last
breath I'm close to the steps
Of success so ain't chasing for less
Though many died for the dough for sho
Just to get a show and even get hoes
But I stay with a open mental
Cocked back the pistol just for others to know
I don't play no games I Al Capone lames
When ya taxes maxed to the game
Ain't no shame in my heart I knew art
Before it became apart of my energy
Ain't no reality just an illusion prodigy
Played out well no fairytales
But i see yall
Ain't living well
Looking back at my past black
History we be a mystery to society
Quietly secretly I see them studying me
The way I dress the way I finesse
Flossin' all over the beats with the test
Shot on the mic til it gets hot
And time to drop the bars that light like stars
Only roll in foreign cars see no scars
We low livin' like Escobar say y'all close
But most of y'all is far from my lane
Burning rubbers from layin' many mother's
But I ain't the papa my flows drop ya
Harder than welfare can't compare
To the skills bred that was rare
I don't really care about the fame
Just tryna leave a legacy gain
Long live the king not Elvis I'm rockin' girls pelvis
They can't escape the ******
Causing muscle spasm cataclysm
Flex my wrist so you can get alook of this
Rolex gets me more *** without a plex
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Look:
I aspire to greatness
But keep tripping in maybes.
And I hope
I'm always hopin'
That I can be honest
That I can be open.
But I'm always closed off,
Always building walls.
And I only want to look tall
But I feel small.
And I don't think there's a god above,
But even if there was
I still think we ****** up.
Listen:
I've stood close enough to me to smell the scared.
I know I'm totally unprepared
I make attempts to be candid
But I walk around feeling branded
By the life and crimes that that man did.
Now I wish wish wish
On oceans of my weak willed ****
But nothing gets crossed from the list.
But listen, look and beware
Because the more you haunt the more you care
And sooner than later you find them there
You've put them in your path to greatness
As an excuse to fake this
And keep moving around, shaking.
Bones cold, feet quaking
Hands tied from errands unfinished
And sins and wins and all those **** wishes.
Millennial ******** couched in garbage transmission
With nothing to show for years of effort but failed ambition
How have I been awake through all these lost years?
How have I allowed these trivial fears
To own me?
Beware:
It all catches you up, friend.
It finds finds finds you in the end.
But regardless of warnings given
We never ******* listen.
Shush. Pulse quicken.
Bomb's tickin', but our
War of wills has turned toward attrition.
**** it. Good riddance to worthless
Millennial ambition.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
One O'clock...
Two O' clock...
Three O' clock tickin'...
How many more tears for you to realize I'm broken...
Four O' clock...
Five O' clock...
Six O' clock tickin'...
How much more pain can this heart take every second...
Seven O' clock...
Eight O' clock...
Nine O' clock tickin'...
How many more hours for you to realize I'm missing...
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
bitter, bitter
like a cold sweater
/
bicker, bicker
like an old couple
/
take it, you bold cheater
name it, or you loose it
/
bucket, don't you kick it
find me, later
find me, faker
maker, maker
you money maker
/
write it, down
or you will let it die
/
cause times a tickin'
you old faker
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
What had I written? I’m forgettin'
What the Dickens?
Now I’m stricken
Stomach twisted and I’m sickened
Feeling flippant
Straight out the *** mind; the plot line thickens
Sentenced to burn like trials of the Wiccan
Get your heels clickin' 'fore the quicksand thickens
Goals need gettin', you da bomb, get tickin'
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
I'm tossin' around,
I feel like a clown,
The world's rollin' over me
I'm goin' to town
I keep fallin' down
This atmosphere's killin' me
It's been a long day
And the night is gettin' longer
I ain't no alley cat
Or a black and white striped robber
I need to go to bed,
So I'll wake up in a morn,
With some pepper in my step,
Feelin' like I've been reborn
But the clock is tickin' by
And the well is gettin' dry
So let's all go to sleep
For a while.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
I Wanna break down yeah I wanna cry
Condensation on bottles reflect my plight
I'm getting lost in the city lights
I'm losing my head to the mountain tops
If I could figure out what seems right
Maybe my legs would stop shaking and I could fight.
I wanna break down yeah I wanna cry
little dew drops on the mountain rye
I'm the little ruby in your pocket watch
tickin tock talks in the secret grove
cutting into trees make a timeless notch
My breath still smells of your favorite scotch.
I wanna break down yeah I wanna cry
I remember you laughing at an open sky
I said it'd be okay alright
but I guess I'm a liar sometimes
I said it'd be okay alright
but I guess i'm a liar sometimes
Help me decipher your rorschach face
your finger taps mores code, yeah I'm sure
Your arcane eyes always state the place
I lost the message I have to retrace
I Wanna break down yeah I Wanna cry
Pointless I guess against the gust of wind you shot from your chest.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Pitter patter.
The sand like rain falling down.
Trapped in an hourglass
Without a sound.
I'm slowly dying,
I'm gonna drown.
Panic.
Please calm down.
Why me?
More and more comes in
It's up to my knees.
How much more time are you gonna waste?
What will you do when it's up to your waist?
I look around for help but there's none to be found.
Oh no, it's almost up to my face.
I pound on the glass, I pound and I pound.
This isn't how I imagined the taste.
Why is no one around?!
This is what happens when you procrastinate.
Close my eyes and shut my mouth.
It's over my head.
Just a little more time. Please wait!
And now,
It's just a little too late.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
My mind is locked behind bars
and you don't have the key
They say that God has a plan
to set me free
I just want to get lost in something more than I am
If I believe I will achieve then I know that I can
Just take a second step back
and look in the mirror
You know what you want to see
it couldn't be clearer
What caused this wasn't an obsession or a love
but of course it was rather a lack thereof
It's a disease of the mind
"It can be healed with time"
But to them it's their clock tickin'
it isn't mine
Looking out my window
I see birds flying high
Wondering what would happen if I gave it a try
Step off into darkness not knowing where I'm going
The only thing I have is wishing and hoping
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
From the bottom of my lungs
Smoke sits
rising falling like ashes from misquite pits
Them blunts stay lit
Enticing spiritual fits
As I
Contemplate on which move to makes
For heartsake
I ain't no savior just coming outta line like behavior braver
Than the rest of the simps
Acting like brain washed chimps
I broke out the cattle through galaxies I battle
Just to shatter your rattle
Now its nothing but tattles
Tails who put you in jail
It never fail
But society so lost who can I call to bail
Me out this system stuck in a prison
With no where to go my flow
Be mojo tearing up tracks like flow jo
Keep y'all in slow mo
Peep My scenario
Reaching through all Barrios in the ghetto
Don't be dead rose pedals
When things come to settle
We taking thangs back
They way they used to be
Just ask the past ancestries
Breathing through the wind
Here I come again strapped up
For Armageddon
No more letting up soon to abrupt
Wicked politics ******* devils *****
Now there's an uprise surprise
The revolution won't 've televised
Right before ya eyes
We set bullets and guns by our side
Now where you ******* can hide
Once we collide
For all the homicide ya did and hid
My history from me ***** please
We ain't taking no mercy
Leave ya beggin like Percy
Stiff as Lurch See I be the revolutionary
Only way I die is young in the cemetery so you enemy
Can follow me
But I'll be back in the form of energy crumblin empires with My next of kin
Indians Blacks and Mexican
Coming to atone America for all there sins
Soon to be Wailin' ever since Trump got the win
Hahahahaha times up clock is tickin
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
You could say it's gold
That it heals all wound
Or an illusion
That cause the world's evolution.
It can build. It can destroy.
It can make us happy or else it could annoy.
Too long? Too short? We have all been given.
Life's not fair when the clock is tickin'.
The past shapes who you are.
Whether you stick with it or go afar.
They say past is not important of who you wanted to be.
After all it's just a piece of unwritten history.
The future holds what lies within.
It could be worse or better;nobody has seen.
The future is like a box which is inside you couldn't see.
What's it looks like is still a mystery.
The present is a spontaneous series of events.
Where decisions are made whether or not it is meant.
Go ahead. Give your head a lift.
It is called present cause it was always been a gift.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC