Best Clacking Poems

Upon Awakening

I see you morning,
curling down into
my front yard
like a big golden cat
come to play.

your paws ruffle the trees 
but they are only bones 
clacking...

Read more of this work...

For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick...

Read more of this work...

It's night now in harlem, time to explore
Snakes are diurnal, rats love their nocturnal
Life, the subway is a swinging door.
A cockroach crawls before it falls
Catalectic...

Read more of this work...

There is an antique writing desk
in my little study
handed-me-down
from generations of would-be
writers in my family

And there are ancient creatures
from days gone by
living in this old...

Read more of this work...

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  ...

Read more of this work...

We played sports
on asphalt fields
drains and sewer lids
for bases
Billy’s house the right field line
Tommy’s porch
a short left field.

We diagramed
football plays
bottle caps, fractured marbles,
Mikey’s favorite button.
The...

Read more of this work...

Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she...

Read more of this work...

I'm that type of guy..

The sort that you said you would never let yourself get mixed up with again.The kind of guy that knocks back...

Read more of this work...

Clouds were rolling 
along against a stark sky, the day 
the day the old Iron Horse 
came through the mile-long tunnel.
It chugged on down
into town...

Read more of this work...

 Oh, hear the rattle of the rolling train;
yhe clap…clap…clacking rhythm,
beating like a conga drum;
every trip it sings along, 
with the tracks repeating song; 
such...

Read more of this work...

With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl

Golden earrings...

Read more of this work...

I feel I am drowning
In open air,
Clawing at dirt that isn’t there
No one sees my distress—
No one really cares
Clacking, scraping sounds
Of glasses and plates
Echoes of...

Read more of this work...

Wherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.
When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.
The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's...

Read more of this work...

Under afternoon's setting sun,
Its last rays chase across the,
Mississippi delta.
Slow as she goes, steadily cutting,
Currents rough undertone.
Click, clacking water rushing,
 Up wooden panels divide sections,
Harnessing...

Read more of this work...

"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"

Nine small words have leaped right through the decades....

Read more of this work...