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You all keep asking for them, and I aim to please! :)

More poems:
(the small font at the start of each one denotes the title)

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"Machine" 
You're a piece, a piece on a board
A head on a plate, a coin on the floor

You're fighting hard, you're in the game
You've got your edge: you're a rising name

They've placed their bets, they've cast their lots
You're in their heads---you're in their thoughts

The pressure's on, the clock is ticking
The wait is gone, you're bent on winning

You've jumped ahead, you've crossed the line
You've psyched them out but you're still behind

You're a machine, a work of art
But with nothing more then a mechanical heart

 "A Drop of Rain"

Swirly, twirly, drop of rain, find us in the sand

Send us word of home and pray: That we see our land

The land of promise, far ahead

And far away it lies

But hope from far above us fall,

And help our spirits rise

Send us word from loved ones, whom we miss so dear

The darling children and the wives, who's love remains sincere

Give us perseverance, 

to weather yonder storm

And let us live in patience,

Through every troubled morn

 
"Founding Faltered End" 

Oh willow-wand and snowy brook

I do so long for you

To comfort me with word and book 

And sing a short debut

In these walls and secret eve 

Where shadows play in peace

I long to hear a word of love

And loneliness to cease

Darkness dares the heart to cry 

In pain of foolish whim

So real were once both you and I 

But found a faltered end

"Winter Exits"

Strike the flame 

Start the fire

Burn the match

Blow desire

Beat the embers

Into light

And stroke the coals

Our heats ignite

Leave the wintry wasteland

Turn back from frosty eve

Send the withered snowman

Back upon his knees

Beat the biting cold

That treads in icy glare

And send this withered world

To a warmer worker's care

"Beacon Light"
Beacon light, beacon light, of feint star glimmering

Be our hopes and faith tonight through foggy glistening

Lead us forth to quiet docks, which stormy seas so loathe

And take us to the humble place of peaceful hearth and home

Guide us in the peril, through rocks of turmoil rage

And bear our path of yonder straight, oh light of golden age

Beacon light oh beacon light, eternal flame afar

Send us safely onto land by dawn of morning star

"The Clock"
I'm just a clock on the shelf top

Singing my old worker's song

I sit in the silence of your day job
And in silence is where I belong

I tick and I tock with the straightest face
I keep to my own charming rhyme
But everyone heeds me, for when I speak
I tell you the secret of time

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What dost thou think, hm?

Two of these I wrote a number of nights ago before I fell asleep. All the others I just now typed up. I think this is the first time that I've ever jotted down titles for my poems.
I'm rather fond of my clock composition.

Do tell which ones you do and don't like. 

Also, do you enjoy poems that rhyme or go on with more of an abstract and less uniform line?

I'll talk to you soon,

K-Minty