Monthly Archives: May 2015

“Time” by Sara Hinton

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Tick Tock goes the clock
as time moves ever on.
Tick tock goes the clock
it runs until it’s gone.

Tick Tock goes the clock
to never come again.
Tick tock goes the clock
don’t waist it oh ye man.

Tick Tock goes the clock
eating all it sees.
Tick tock goes the clock
swallowing all my fees.

Tick Tock goes the clock
most say it’s short.
Tick Tock goes the clock
life’s longer than court.

Tick Tock goes the clock
always too fast or slow.
Tick tock goes the clock
telling me to go.

Tick tock goes the clock
do I waist it all on pleasure?
Tick tock goes the clock
do I waist it all on labor?

Tick tock goes the clock
it was here long before me.
Tick tock goes the clock
it will soon destroy me.

Tick Tock goes the clock
never to come again.
Tick tock goes the clock
another one comes again.

Tick tock goes the clock
it destroys what I create.
Tick tock goes the clock
it tears life away from me

Tick tock goes the clock
it’s joyful and it’s sad.
Tick tock goes the clock
it brings life and death.

Tick tock goes the clock
time does this all.
Tick tock goes the clock
never to repeat itself at all

Tick tock goes time
the giver and destroyer of all.

Two Poems by Ethan Shaw

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Divine Speech
How joyous are the bells that peal today,
The speech proceeding forth from Heaven’s core!
Each void gives way to matter, formed not ‘till
This tintinnabulation sounds once more.
A dew descends upon the raw terrain
Which suckles hills and vales into fresh life.
Yet ponder not how life can animate
This ground; for here is never any strife.
What this can govern, but harmonic joy?
Impossible once age corrupts the heart.
Instead, a child’s plaything is the world
Remaining so unless blessed youth depart.

 

Babel’s Pyre

Trees enflamed, once birches, brightly blazing;
Now disfigured shards of ancient forest— Ashen!
On a pyre split asunder.
Quaking earth, enveloping and porous.
Terrifying awe wrought by destruction
Wreaks pure havoc ever cleansing, purging.
Wisdom turns to disenfranchised Fortune
Asking when wealth’s stream the last was gurgling?
“Not since Midas wedded Babel’s daughter!”
With a shudder, Fortune cruelly whispered.
Hubris joining avarice to foster
Lack of sight to see how wounds have festered!