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The Black Clock
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The Black Clock |
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GoddessofHell Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 76 |
"The Black Clock" It sat for years in an old neighborhood shop Though dust covered and neglected, it's hands never stopped Unlike its maker, long since dead, " a poor obscure Jewish fellow," so the shopkeeper said Then right back to that clock my obsession led It was a black onyx obelisk, carved most queer A monument to mankind with an inscription all too clear "Man's life is always fleeting, as my hands are ever sweeping Like the mourners sad weeping lamenting death is near" As morbid as it was, I had to own it The clock awakened my heart, as black and cold as it was Like a trophy I bore it home A place much like the catacombs I put it high upon a shelf, sat back and grinned pleased with myself I had my dinner, a smoke and a drink, then off to bed, to enjoy my sleep The silence of my house was broken, like a word so gently spoken A low muttered thumping as if something was pumping "Must be the plumbing" I sneered Incessant beating, as if some one were pleading, so into the darkness I peered It came from my clock, my nerves shot with fear "Shouldn't that be ticking not beating I hear?" Awe outweighed terror, from my bed I fled quickly "Gimmick or gag, I must learn the trick!" I removed the back panel, it was steel and enamel, then into the clock I leered My G_d what a sight I was frozen with fright Some buggers heart was in there Then came the apparition of a Rabbi's indignation Coldly he glared at me and said, "I put my heart into my work, for I am a servant of G_d" With shaking fingers I replaced the cover to the clock, in hopes that this spectral vision would stop Then until dawn I remained in shock Then off I went like a shot to the shop "Please !" I said to the keeper "Please take back this clock! For my life is ever fleeting, as the clocks hands are sweeping I hear the mourners sad weeping, Lamenting, death is near" |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Heather, a very interesting read. I believe in this instance, the use of God will be allowed, and there will not be any asterisks to show. If you need help editing, just let me know. Well done. |
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GoddessofHell Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 76 |
Sunshine....Thank you very much. And thank you for the suggestion but I am a observant Jew and all though I may sin everyday I will not deface G_ds name. Some info..http://www.jewfaq.org/name.htm#Writing. Thank you... Heather |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Great poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
I liked this poem.It had a Poe like theme. paladin |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wow this also had a Poe like rhythm, I loved the internal rhyme. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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shadowchild458 Member
since 2002-07-10
Posts 117MN,USA |
wow i loved this poem but...i thought you weren't going to post here anymore...it's great to finally get to read something by you again i've been mourning ever since you left...i love your poetry so much, you have such wonderful talent! keep writing as always! life may just take a while but i guess heaven's worth the wait |
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