Best Clack Poems

Seduce me in Black and White
You reach toward my face
and touch my lips
Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them
gently - lightly - before
the urge...

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Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it...

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I am not sure whether I am missing you or that you are missing life~

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From Edinburgh’s Waverley to Kings Cross
At journey's rest before terminating chaos,
Winding through the serene countryside
Spying a glimpse of the North Sea tide,
Rolling along in my...

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I feel so grand this special day in June
while waiting at the station for my ride
aboard the new steam engine coming soon
to take me to...

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We are all gathered on the platform
Jumping up and down with glee
We can see the smoke of the puffing train
Coming nearer to take us to...

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The very first week of every October
Bright yellow, orange, amber, purple and red
Splash artistry on New Hampshire’s White Mountains
As the tourism season comes to a...

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The poem you wrote missed my heart
it had no words of emotional chew.

After reading the words, what could I say
you'd said them all but they...

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TIME KEEPER

Early morning
Late p.m.
These could be thankful periods of silence
The world drowsy
Or still asleep
And my teeming head      hopefully  ...

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Incense wafts
amongst the silent crowd
a loud sneeze out

eggless breakfast
in her little backyard
a yellow chick tweets

last day of lent
sharing  pea-soup
with a fly

Good Friday
the clack of...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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You'll find a piece in the puzzle, that is part of the past
under billowy white clouds, and the sizzling sun
in a wood sided home. where...

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~The Green Eyed Lad~
Nah Then, I’d like to spin you a yarn and weave a story for you to enjoy
It’s about a lad I know...

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Surfing through social media
it's a wave coming atcha in speedia,
forward motion becoming a blur
clickity clack there is no cure
scrolling fast, getting motion sick,
oh look another...

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