But Ye Ol' Broken Clock

But Ye Ol' Broken Clock

A Poem by Adam M. Snow
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Will there be tomorrow, Whether it be sorrow, With anger, famine and floods? But ye ol' broken clock, Sound of silence, not tick nor tock, Echo the cries, the future child.

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But Ye Ol' Broken Clock
By: Adam M. Snow

 

Will there be tomorrow,
Whether it be sorrow,
With anger, famine and floods?
But ye ol' broken clock,
Sound of silence, not tick nor tock,
Echo the cries, the future child.

 

Besought the world, the endless flutter,
With words vivid his tongue would utter,
But ye ol' broken clock,
Sound of silence, not tick nor tock,
Cadence of the crying child.

 

Seldom dank the hours forged,
Bloodshed natures gorged.
O' ye broken hearted,
World berate as time departed,
Heading down the river Styx.

 

But ye ol' broken clock,
Sound of silence, not tick nor tock,
In spite lonely orphan child.

 

Silence forced upon lips of kin,
Treachery sought the worldly sin.
Day to end as time stood still,
A child's laughter ceases to kill.

 

But ye ol' broken clock,
Neither tick nor tock,
No cure for a child's ill.
Mock the world, the wars within,
Lost all to a single sin.

 

The broken clock,
Once ticked and tock,
Frozen on a single time.
The long and short's on midnight's hour,
Darkness surrounds the earths devour.
Drape the pain, the tears O' child,
Swept the lands soon beguiled.

 

But ye ol' broken clock,
Sound silent, neither tick nor tock.
Quake the fields the bloodshed taint.
The world erupt in darkness still,
A child sickened a timely ill.

 

Comprehend the wars alike,
Blood soaked lands failed to dike,
A child's tear cleanse the sea,
A child sought the curse may be.

 

O' ye broken clock,
Counting down by tick and tock,
Eradicate the worldly being.
Forever in darkness time stood still,
Expire with them the daily kill,
A child's laughter ending prime,
As light grows dim, ends all time.

© 2011 Adam M. Snow


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Cor, you blew me away with this one Adam, so many lines of thought, so many intricacies, but back to that old broken clock. Time is precious, tell me about it I've been 8 months away from this place before tonight, and I hadn't even realised it was that long. There is only two certain things in this life, birth and death, and unfortunately no one can save us from the catharsis of the end

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I dig this. Very powerful.the image of time stopped on a clock being the central theme surounded by famine,war and death is very heavy. Impresssive

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cor, you blew me away with this one Adam, so many lines of thought, so many intricacies, but back to that old broken clock. Time is precious, tell me about it I've been 8 months away from this place before tonight, and I hadn't even realised it was that long. There is only two certain things in this life, birth and death, and unfortunately no one can save us from the catharsis of the end

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You went to many places in this poem. It is amazing we live in a world blinded to the sick and the homeless. We hear of war and great weddings. Don't hear about the people dying in useless wars. People dying of hunger everywhere. HIV killing million monthly world wide.
"Expire with them the daily kill,
A child's laughter ending prime,
As light grows dim, ends all time."
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very Nice piece. It gets your imagination Ticking. I really like this work.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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