The pendulum swings and the hour chimes ring
Time slipping away
Tick tock take a long walk off a short dock
Life grows shorter every day
Sanity slips in little chips
Every minute is harder to pay
Every year becomes a smear
Ruining my master plan
Running together into the nether
Under the artist's hand
The colors blend without any end
Since this sad world began
Tick tock the decrepit clock
Just won't stop or slow
Time marches along right or wrong
It never ceases its flow
The chimes that rust are terribly just
And serve to stiffen the blow
The blows that are dealt by hammers of felt
Are as hard as tempered steel
They addle my mind as my spring unwinds
And fails to turn the wheel
But the things undone come down to one
Who has a lack of zeal
In the end I know this my friend
That each must have their day
For flesh and bone fall dust and stone
Even the strong rot away
Soon I'll heed the call of the linen pall
And surrender to decay
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Rubber ducky
Written March 1st, 2005
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wow that was awesome!... wow
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Wow..I am also a fan of rhyming poetry and you definitely mastered it..I can tell in this write
I'm glad I came across your contest because I find this write really inspiring! some people could think of time as well..just simply time..while you added poetic mystery and interest into it! I hope you like my rainbow entry I usually write about despair and darkness but I really got inspired to see things in a more positive light from your story of rainbows 
Once again great poem!
-Lis
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Very good rhyme here stridor. Something that is not easy to do well. I particularly like the line "sanity slips in little chips". To me it describes the daily toll life has on us all. Most days coming very subtly, one chip at a time.
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No my poetic friend, we can't stop or slow time down and one day our bodies will be dust. This is quite a grim perception of time, like it's your enemy! I like time as it's leading me to a brighter place.
I like 'Sanity slips in little chips' and 'the artists hand' and colors blend'. Very artistic!
I have a time poem from my own perspective:-
allpoetry.com/Poem/919042
Now I'm off to pick up my trusty pen and dream a rainbow poem for your contest. Rainbows hold a deep and spiritual meaning for me so I hope I can do them justice.
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A very realistic word painting of this thing called time. You presented old father time in a fresh and creative way. Yeah, time waits for no one and will catch up with us in the end...but that is how this time called life it, isn't it? Even though we don't like to think about that time when we all will rot and "surrender to decay", that is the reality. That is why be must LIVE till the end. Wonderful poem with such depth of thought.
~ Nicolette
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good job with this
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