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When I Suspected

There will be a time when it will end.
Be it parting
Be it death
So each passing minute with you
                       Pendulummed with sadness.
So many times
I looked long into your face.
                      I could hear the clock ticking.

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  • November 2
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    From guest Sanjana Suresh (contact)
    He is one of the most underrated poets ,of the 20th Century his words are so simple and yet touch the core of the matter.


  • June 28
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    I Know Nothing

    From guest F. Magdalene Austin (contact)
    I know nothing of this gentleman but when I read it I thought to myself, perhaps being with this person is more of an obligation and duty than someone he loves and admires.
    MOD MESSAGE
    for more information of "the gentleman" try here http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Spike_Milligan

  • Powerful

    The message in this is so sad, and so true. Spike's managed something quite touching in such a short poem.


  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    April 12
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    From July 2008 until March 2009 - this was my life Spike is writing about.

    Sad though, that he thinks of the inevitable ending of a relationship rather than to enjoy each moment, for the moment. No hint of love or laughter, just painfully sad.

  • good job

    a sort of the clock stopped ticking?
    isn't that the essence of moving on with our lives, job, relationships, volunteer work, neighbors, friends, etc
    each step, second, swing of the pendulum, something will changes
    i think the subtle meaning has to do with the exchange of the senses
    So many times
    I looked long into your face.
    I could hear the clock ticking
    vision becoming audio
    an impossibility
    but
    a unique poetic license to gather interest
    then there is
    "So each passing minute with you
    Pendulummed with sadness."
    the ambiquity of time with emotion
    and an incorrectness deliberately set to quantify the emotion baggage, so to speak
    a pendulum moves back and forth by the second
    so each passing minute means 30 tocks, if you will times the emotion of sadness
    i don't know
    i'm just saying
    good job

    whi is spike anywho?
    MOD MESSAGE
    Spike was one of the main writers and performers on the Goon Show as well as a fine raconteir and poet. Check his biography by clicking on his name on this page.


  • Ethereal One
    March 3
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    excellent expression

    Beautifully written. So much is said within these lines, and it is an art to be able to do that. The last three lines are very sad.

    Jeannette

  • This piece demonstrates the genius that was Spike Milligan --- he's is so sadly missed

  • Awesome......

  • "Pendulummed with sadness" what a wealth of meaning in that phrase. The emotional roller coster from love to sorrow in just 3 words.
    Milligan is best remembered for his zany sense of humour and unfortunate bouts of maddness but his prowess with the written word marked him out as one of our nation's most talented writers.


  • March 2
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    Sadness

    From guest HC (contact)
    This the sadest poetry in my life. Imagine when you can't meet anybody FOREVER


  • January 8
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    From guest Blaine (contact)
    Makes me sad but it makes me happy.... i dont know why but it does. I love this poem cause it relates to lifes helplessness against time.

  • Aries
    December 16, 2008

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    when I Suspected

    Spike died in February 2002.Spike suffered bouts of
    dark depression,I love his poems,especially "Small
    Dreams Of A Scorpion" illustrated by Laura Milligan.
    Spike dedicated the book to his Mother aries

  • un34rth3d
    October 29, 2007
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    has a real helpless feeling, i love it


  • October 26, 2007
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    allways look on the bright side of life

    From guest jan (contact)
    he should take his own advice i think


  • June 28, 2007
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    Wow

    From guest Patric T-Man (contact)
    i really like this poem. it touches my hart :)


  • February 13, 2007
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    From guest Nicholas (contact)
    Man, this guy is amazing, i'm not that into poetry...but wow...


  • Elinor
    February 7, 2007

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    "I looked long into your face.
    I could hear the clock ticking."

    The clock always ticks too fast.

  • HoldMe
    January 2, 2007

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    Wow. What makes it really sad is that it's kind of true. I'm not sure what to say except this guy is totally awesome.

  • Meggh Malignant
    November 19, 2006
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    This is a very deppressive love poem, the saddest I've probably ever read because of course it is true. I can't believe I'm getting points for commenting Milligan poems. I worship that guy by the way.


  • Kari
    October 25, 2006
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    deep

    ooo this was very very deep...the first part totally drew me in!

  • Nam
    June 28, 2003
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    7/10

    I couldn't find this as a word 'Pendulummed' I could find 'Pendulum' but not the first. Whatever. Another good piece writ.


  • June 3, 2003
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    This was great. And short, I liked it..it has the unsure quality about time...
    Carrie


  • June 3, 2003
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    i enjoy the emotions this poem brings and though it's short, it's honest and it's point is evident, not confusing like many poems. i like the somewhat subtle use of time and the wording you used around it.
    i can understand the emotions pouring out of the screen and so being able to relate i find this poem a great read.
    keep penning!
    -Keela

  • Eldritch
    June 3, 2003
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    This was really nice... I liked the creativity used on the look of it, too. The spacing before

    'Pendulummed with sadness.' (which by the way is my fav line)

    and

    'I could hear the clock ticking.'

    Really made those two lines stand out. I love how he kept the time thing going...'time'..'minute'..'pendulummed'..'clock ticking' thats really nice, i enjoyed this piece


  • June 2, 2003
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    Wow, this is really really powerful. I'm not sure I understand the line format but it doesn't take away from the words. This line struck home with me:
    So many times
    I looked long into your face.
    I could hear the clock ticking.
    Because I feel like this is my life right now. Looking into my boyfriend's face and seeing the clock ticking right in his eyes, waiting for it all to just end.

  • R3Dd46
    June 2, 2003
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    Great

    I agree with you that everything has its own end, and we can not predict the time we will die... Nice write. Keep it up...

    - R3Dd46

  • ArtFullyMe
    June 2, 2003
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    A second passing everlasting?
    No it cannot be
    Then every breath from here to death
    an open eye will see

    ~~whims

  • Darianna
    June 2, 2003
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    This is really sad yet touchingly sweet and loving...it's not like his other peices, but I like it a lot. He was a very talented man, who loved to make people laugh!!! Here's to Spike!!! Smiles...Darianna x


  • June 2, 2003
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    I can catch the drift here, but it's hard to explain. I feel like I'm trying to capture a cloud of gas with my bare hands. I think I like it.


  • June 2, 2003
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    I've come across a few Spike Milligan poems on AP, they seem to be popular and with reason. This is very compact and knowing, though I'm not sure whether it isn't a bit morbid
    Spike was a great character.

  • Someone
    June 1, 2003
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    Good poem

    A very solemn poem. I liked it. I think that you did a good job, especially making it short and sweet. Keep Writing!


  • May 30, 2003
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    Wow all the comments here. This is such a thought provoking piece. I, myself would rather savor each moment with those I love rather than dwell on the fact that my time/their time will, at some point come to an end. I still enjoyed this poem.

    Jenna

  • Stirrer of Stardust
    May 28, 2003
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    'Pendulummed'.....now there's a word I'm gonna have to look up.

    This is a powerful piece. So filled with a sadness longing.....longing for what? More time? Happiness?

    One can hear the doom.....softly at first, then progressing in volume as the piece progresses.

    Well done.

  • Judas Denied
    May 28, 2003
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    Ooh. Fascinating nad indeed sad. Hard how when things draw to an end, life and love and all things wind down like a clock. It's waiting for the big bang that is really only a whimper. Brilliantly done and terribly sad. Has a Kafkaesque feel to it to me, a roundabout, yet still slap in the face kind of obviousness to it.


  • May 27, 2003
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    This is very well written, but I found it rather depressing. Still, it is very thought provoking.
    ~Lee

  • Sunny17
    May 27, 2003
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    Oh wow! This was so good.
    Great subject to write on.
    I deffinately agree with cristos about
    it flowing. It fit perfectly.
    Ths gets high stars from me.
    Wonderful work.

  • Cristos
    May 27, 2003
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    everything fits perfectly...this was made the way it was for a reason...i love how the pendelummed entwined with how the clock was ticking...it keeps the same images flowing through my head...but in a different context...i'm no good at interpretting poetry, but i got what he was saying...nice
    peace
    chris


  • May 27, 2003
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    What a truly strong and sad piece. That irony of seeing something that takes away the thoughts of being able to stay in a moment forever. An interesting read for sure- thanks for sending us along this path to review this one.
    :kimmie:


  • May 26, 2003
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    There is much said in a few lines. At times I guess we all hear the clock. but when face to face, it is only the moment that counts. The fear of separation is very real at certain times in our lives.

  • Apparition
    May 26, 2003
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    This has such a strong impact. The words so precise, moving it on to it's final thought.
    Creative in its formatting.
    All of it contributes to the depth of it's subject matter.

    Maddie

  • J London
    May 26, 2003
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    This short poem expresses effectively how the poet relates to the idea of time. Time can eventually lead to alterations, interruptions, fractures. Whatever be the state or condition, it is liable to change. And happiness does not escape this reality.

    Such a thought can sometimes cross anybody's mind, I would imagine. And this short poem might reflect either a moment of melancholy caused by the realization of fleeting time, or a constant haunting thought that prevents the poet from living the instant.

  • Yusefeligirl
    May 26, 2003
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    I love Spikes stuff......just not this piece.
    I mean of course it's "well-written, blah, blah blah"
    But it's just too depressing for my taste, doubly so because he is usually so upbeat and humorous. Stuck with the stereotype I suppose.
    Kyla

  • steffiesr
    May 25, 2003
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    Excellent!

    This is a poem that I had to re-read, mostly because I'm semi-retarded. But, I really enjoyed this poem! This actually made me think! Awesome!
    Stephanie


  • May 25, 2003
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    It's amazing that some of us are always aware that nothing is unending. Time is marching by bringing us to one end or another. While others seem to live life in the moment, never considering that at any moment they may find someone they love missing. I wish I could be like that, but instead I see the clock. One poem I wrote has the line “in my heart I know, that time with you is fleeting” but with the one you love forever is fleeting and comes too soon. The poem is beautifully haunting.

    Patti


  • Johnny Wheeler
    May 25, 2003
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    Excellent

    This is a touching piece. One can hear the sand fall through the hourglass. Wonderful thought provoking write
    ~Johnny

  • Lakota
    May 24, 2003
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    Hmm this is like waiting for the expected to come, but you wait and wait and the clock never stops. How long can you wait?
    Lakota

  • illusions
    May 24, 2003
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    we all answer to time - it is how we measure our moments, our lives. it is what claims our spirits when our bodies can no longer hold on.

  • silica
    May 24, 2003
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    Hmmm perilously close to your face would stop a clock… such morbid thoughts cloud the moment in a self for filling prophecy…

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