Clock (an acrostic poem)

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Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful

Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots

Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult

Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind

Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead

New Year (an acrostic poem)

Now everyone was counting the seconds

Excited about a new beginning, a new something

What changes were possible

Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly

Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs

And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep

Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day.  That was worth celebrating

Watch (an acrostic poem)

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Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist

As He waited for the seconds to tick by

The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed

Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image

He smiled.  Soon He would do more than just …

Fast (an acrostic poem)

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Flying by quicker than a speeding bullet

And laughing at how slow that bullet really is

Seconds and minutes turn into hours before you know it

That is the type of speed that kills productivity

Script (an acrostic conversation)

 

So what is my line again?

Cut!  Take five everyone, except you.  Can’t you remember your line for five seconds?

Really.  I can get it, just throw me a bone.

I should just replace you with the gopher.  She knows the line.

Please!  Like you could.  I am an actor.  You are just… well what are you?

That would be your boss, and the person telling you you’re fired.

 

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Wait (an acrostic poem)

Watching time crawl slowly past

And wondering why you are not here

It drives me crazy as I count the seconds

To when I can join you in heaven

 

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Clock (an acrostic poem)

Counting the seconds until this ordeal is over

Listening to the bits of sand fall from the virtual hourglass in my mind

Oblivious to the alarms screaming to do something

Can’t take much more of this for my bum ticker

Killing time was never my thing

 

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Sleepless (an acrostic poem)

Slowly the space between seconds became longer and longer

Leaving me breathless as I contemplated what was happening

Eventually I gave up and got out of bed

Everything I walked by was absolutely still

People didn’t even blink when I threatened them

Leaving my house behind I went out in the world

Even there time had stopped

Silently I began to cry

So wish I had been able to snooze