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"timeclock" poems
Opulent expatriate of mine vision's, I delayed for thee on a timeclock not known to terrestrial creature's... I hath seen thy feature's Whence I was perched upon the lozenge conduit, Henceforth knowing it was thee, Mine other half.... Mine anodyne of high godly class..... Mine spirit without thee is halfed, Like a split down mine center..... For thou hath entered me Through the eye's And into mine conscience!!!! For thou feeleth as if thyself hath no worth, But I remembered thee at ourn spiritual birth From whence we were covered in blankets!!! Warmed by eachother's skin...
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Yr wyf yn kneweth di maith yn ôl ( I kneweth thee long ago) welsh tongue
When this timeline is hit, And the timeclock ticks, You'll hear those engines clink, And I'll re-arrange all of this. Better charge the portal gun, Get buckled up on the Space Cruiser. "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!!" Let's get out of this universe, Rick.
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
2065.
The drenching of the haze to come was on no timeclock but more on a clout the sun would be brilliant in and past days that vains what it grows that if every wish was granted the world would be not a place to recall until looked around and stared with closed eyes from the bask so she was crowned on her first night shining against the shadows caster luminous so to not done it was cared as if not to be so the moonless nights remind that fire cant go in the water but we were to see radiant night first for the dark came before light and moon after sun then came earths clarion
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:32 AM UTC
Sunny Day
I don't go by earth's timeclock I'm on a different schedule... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
extraterrestrial schedule...
Our love was a trick candle on a birthday cake The flame dwindling down right before catching fire just ONE more time–or so we thought We’ve circled this block too many times, when will we learn our lesson? Maybe we’re trying too hard to keep the fire going Our timeclock is blaring zeroes but we won’t get off the field Our expiration has passed and the mold is not hiding from us any longer I guess, this is goodbye
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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