The Cuckoo Clock
The Cuckoo Clock hangs on the wall
Passing the time away
Seconds, minutes, then the hour
The bird flies out on the hour
Coo Coos to alert the period of time
The Cuckoo Clock announces
The hour
It never fails
It acts as master of ceremonies
Declaring the time of day
Between the hour, you can softly hear
The tick tok
See the hands moving
In a clockwise movement
Slowly marking time
On a weekly basis
To keep the Cuckoo Clock running
Adjusting wires and weight
The time is always correct
The ritual is preserved
Gives wake up calls
Time to eat,
Breakfast, lunch ,dinner and time to sleep
No rest for the Cuckoo Clock,
Always tick toking away
As time went by the routine was maintain,
The coo coo words became conditional.
Not hearing the marking of time
The cuckoo Clock went unnoticed, forgotten, not adjusted
Only hanging on the wall
The clock slowed down
The time not exact
The Cuckoo Clock
Signed offering
With the last coo coo.
The Hour Glass
The Hour Glass is half full
Or half empty
Depends
On how you
look at it
It can be filled with silica sand,
Pulverized marble,
Or burnt eggshells
But the time measurement
Never changes
The hour could represent
Sixty minutes’
One hundred years
One thousand
Always measuring time
The structure is consist of two glass bulbs
Exact size each
Vertical in height
Narrow slit
Regulated flow of gains of sand
Each grain of sands of time are label
A word on each one
Hope, faith, peace
Love of man kind
Dropping one by one
Grain of sands slowly flows
Down the narrow slit
Word on each one
Tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes, volcano eruptions,
Pollution, nuclear radiation, decay
As the end draws near
The earth wobbles on its Axis
The rotation slows down
Days and nights are longer
Sands of time filter through
From the beginning to the end
Just empty words
Not taken seriously
Meaningless just the same
Promises not kept
As one grain of sand is left
Holding on for dear life
The Axis wobbles
Rotation slows down to a near stop
All the past in the bottom bulb
No promises kept
No differences from beginning to end
Not taken seriously
Meaningless all the same
One grain of sand tries to hang on
From the beginning to the end, From the start to the finish
The Sun is blocked by pollution, the planet is dying
The last grain of sand
Called Hope
Siphons through
The Perfect Person
The last hour of ones life may linger on
As the soul leaves the body
Slowly floating in anticipation
into the unknown
Going towards the light
There is two doors
Before choosing
You answer the question
Do you love the lord?
Not really religious,
You play it safe
You answer yes
You open the door
That says yes
And walk down the wide
Corridor
Again you come to two doors
Do you worship idols?
Saint are not idols, you say no,
And go through the no door
The hall becomes narrower
You come to two more doors
Do you take the lords name in vain?
You choose wisely and say no
You go through the no door
And walk down a narrower hallway
You come to two more doors
Do you keep the Sabbath holy?
You think
But I do it my way
You answer yes
You walk through the yes door
Continue down the hallway
You come to two more doors
Do you honor your mother and father
Well, just like they honor me
You walk through the yes door
You continue down the hallway
And come to two more doors
Question – do you murder
Killing the couple during driving
Under the influence was an accident
You walk through the no door
The path becomes narrower
Next too doors with harder questions
Did I commit adulty
Not married, does not count
Enter the no door
Two more doors, Did you steal
No, just take what is mine
They would not miss it
Enter the no door
Two more doors,
Do you give false witness
I do what I have to do to
protect myself
Walked through the no door
The last two doors,
Do I covert things belong to someone else
This is easy, just take what I want
I deserve it
Entered the no door
It locked behind me
The room was serene
The room was comfortable
Picture window looked out
On waterfalls, gently landing In a pond
Flowers. Trees, mountains valleys
Quiet and peaceful, no one about
This must be heaven, I was all alone
I was here for eternally
Then I heard the noise next door
People laughing, having fun
St. Regis Mountain
Why do I love you, majestic Queen?
The woman on the mountain
Who is centuries old
Maybe hard as rock
The kiss of the sun rays
Warms her body
As she lays there with open arms
Greeting all who comes
Awaits for the trail blazers to climb the mountain high
On a well worn path
Greets all visitors
Lets them rest and take in the peaceful view
Some time served with a gentle breeze
Clouds would pass by
Nearly touching the natural elevation
Like a blanket for security
Looking West you see body of waters
Looking East you see Paul Smith College
With buildings and dorms
Nestle against the landscape
The tower of the structure
That was once housed the old library
Beckons to all
For the annual pilgrimage
The path has a moderate terrain
Slowly walking uphill
Couple of steep spots,
Crossing a brook
The last trek is the hardest
A steep hill
For a short duration
But not that challenging
They come from all over
Sign their names in the book
Before entering
Sign out when leaving
Others come from all over
An annual tradition
A rite for some
Bring children, grandchildren, to continue the ritual legacy
When I was not an octogenarian
I zip through the trail, slower as I aged
The woman still waits for my return
On the well mark course
The ritual hazing
Of Paul Smith College Freshman
Eagerly climb
Without difficulty for the young
The woman on the mountain
Never left
Who is centuries old
Maybe hard as rock
The kiss of the sun rays
Warms her body
As she lays their with open arms
Greeting all who comes
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