{"id":495,"date":"2012-04-12T16:01:42","date_gmt":"2012-04-12T16:01:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=495"},"modified":"2014-09-06T16:06:30","modified_gmt":"2014-09-06T16:06:30","slug":"clock-ticks-on-the-wall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/clock-ticks-on-the-wall\/","title":{"rendered":"Clock Ticks on the Wall"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lCzyxCdj98s?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-GB&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><br \/>\nNot here, an empty barstool<br \/>\nGlass slowly emptied before being replaced<br \/>\nClock ticks on the wall<br \/>\nSwear words from the stood up, the disgraced<\/p>\n<p>Others come in, laughing couples, eyes shining<br \/>\nGlass rattled, a nod, a new pint poured<br \/>\nClock ticks on the wall<br \/>\nAnger rises, she once loved, now deplored.<\/p>\n<p>Music plays, others dancing, seen through misty eyes<br \/>\nThat shed no tears, for men do not cry<br \/>\nClock ticks on the wall<br \/>\nSilent voice shouts out, screaming &#8220;Why?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Last orders, the phone screen flickers<br \/>\nelectric charge fades sending the last text<br \/>\nClock ticks on the wall<br \/>\nHome alone on the agenda is next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Not here, an empty barstool Glass slowly emptied before being replaced Clock ticks on the wall Swear words from the stood up, the disgraced Others come in, laughing couples, eyes shining Glass rattled, a nod, a new pint poured Clock ticks on the wall Anger rises, she once loved, now &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[724],"tags":[727,726,728,16,725,526,729],"class_list":["post-495","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-heartbreak-poems","tag-broken-hearted","tag-broken-hearts","tag-coine-poem","tag-love-video-poems","tag-poem-on-being-stood-up","tag-video-poem","tag-videopoetry","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-7Z","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1801,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-had-no-time-old-clocks-to-see\/","url_meta":{"origin":495,"position":0},"title":"I Had No Time Old Clocks to See","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"25th May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t9PHoad-2Qk While walking in Prague way back in 2009 or so, I saw an old clock shop that I wanted to visit but was in a hurry to somewhere else before it closed. 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