Lord twister the first fine collector of clocks has a room laid aside for his ticks and his tocks.
Poem on wall clock.
It all will come to pass.
But the clocks always bicker.
Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone silence the pianos and with muffled drum bring out the coffin let the mourners.
Shadows come and go trees like scarecrows stand.
An ongoing quest as they try to decide whose assembly is best.
This little dumpy sergeant so prompt and so precise he calls me once with vigor but he never calls me twice.
Clocks poems doll begging the clocks tick i ran from life all those years ago i never meant to leave you behind still you never forgot me i could sleep a lifetime since i left because in my dreams.
Desiderata poem poesy verse poetry quote white square wall clock.
It all will be revealed.
Echoes from the past.
The ticking of the clock.
As summer turns to snow living flesh has turned to sand.
At five o clock precisely he hammers at my door and breaks in forty pieces my most delightful snore.