Best Clacked Poems

IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent.

I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. 
The assistant behind the counter had shiny eyebrows, they were that shiny they looked like plastic leeches...

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The Fall of the Onomatopoeian Empire

By Elton Camp

Onomatopoeia is a literary device
Appeal to the senses is quite nice

The comics often show us how
By using biff and bang and pow

The telephone loudly does ring
The cash register goes ca-ching

Mary’s heels clacked on the floor
Cook clanged the pans...

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Old Jane Gallagher, 
she was fine, 
in that sun shining on an every-day-girl sort of way.
Giggling 
as her checkers clacked and she stacked up her kings, 
funny 
how young women enter men’s senses and take over their hearts.
Young women 
with fresh friendly faces, and smooth,...

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To crouch beside him in the rows,
Counting seeds beneath rainbows.
Three in each hole, I’d count with glows.
He let me help; his garden grows. 

To sell the pears he grew and picked.
Red wagon wheels click-click, clacked, clicked.	
One penny each, the price was strict.
The neighbor kids their...

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Seeking sight of another’s like for what thine own eyes like,
Perchance a Starbuck drink ye’ drunk, or a sun dunked up a hike.

For whom the post has pretended to be presented,
I surely no longer know,
Perhaps for a spirit we’ve seem to’ve invented,
Who exists only in...

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You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon...

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I paused for a moment, 
clacked against the keys 
my fingers moved so fast 
almost like a breeze. 
 The way I seen them move, 
I have never seen before 
but I could not stop myself 
and started typing even more. 
 The words painted...

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Sleepily the night's rain and morning fog
Click-clacked upon leaf covered ground from the eaves
Coating things even roosters' monologue
Saturating it heavily so tight like basket weave

One rooster sounds like has laryngitis
Maybe he's young one who just got his crow
Watch out you old roosters he might steal...

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My feet are stuck in the muck, cried Chuck the duck.
Sean the swan came to his rescue across the lawn,
Chuck, grab my wing, and we’ll swing into the spring!
Chuck used his beak, as chic feathers tickled his cheek, 
They flew out of the muck, we’re...

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I was thirteen  the first time I pinned my eyes on her
She smelled of Italy, with peppermint breath that clung sweet 
each time she kissed me affectionately with love-caress    
She told stories of Sir Lancelot and knights of the round table....

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When home computers made their way
Into our homes, things changed
And desks in dens or bedrooms
Were cleared off and rearranged.

The typewriter was certainly 
The first thing taken out,
Tossed or shelved inside a closet
By all those but the devout.

Yet those true aficionados
Through these years have clacked away,
Knowing...

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I saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops.
I recalled that it was made for travelling musicians
that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard.

It was old and all wood. When I tapped the keys
they clacked, but each key to me seemed to...

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Dorothea, was that truly her name?
 Does it matter after all these years
 so long passed the heartache of a child's tears?

This tale remembered from a lifetime that unwinds
 once forgotten and lost without reason or rhyme
 instilled the promise of every gift of God...

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He saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops,
recalled that it was made for travelling musicians
that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard.

It was old and all wood. When he tapped the keys
they clacked, but each key seemed to clack
in a slightly...

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        they beat the drum

       clacked   on rock
       clicked    their tongues
       clapped   hands
...

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