Best Clacks Poems

A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long truncated railroad stop
humming still within a surrogate reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.
Caps, coats, and carts
employed again...

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** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath

Above the call, “Daughter!” to...

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In her eyes rises the flames of love,
The passion of care and cherish;

She sings with such a beautiful voice
That the clicks and clacks of her rhythms makes me dance to her tune;

The words she airs and the way she takes me by the hand,
Pricks a...

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Normal people come in packs of six
Some are born in cardboard boxes 
In suburbs, in summer, in campers
In the middle of the middle class
In clicks and clacks on railroad tracks

Rich people shower frequently in power
In God we trust the upper crust to laugh
Normal people want...

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the chimney stacks
of the old power station
claws at the belly of the clouds
and with its sulfurous billowing
it bellows its stench
tinting the clouds, yellowing nicotine stains
as its cadaverous fingers clench
and releases, as it pleases
the painted nails 
sport red flashing lights
as the bellowing smoke
for airspace fights

the dawn...

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The tall girl with skinned knees    hair of straw
Shirley ‘the hag’

Her voice cracks when she talks
Skinny    torn knees knock when she walks

She will flavor all Shirleys to come
Her face above    left    or right...

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Woman! darkly gleam is your work I esteem…love it!
From mountainous mountain top to valley‘s belly
I hear you pluck…on eagle‘s wings…onward pluck
How nice, your device visits and forces in their smelly
Glamorous cells, a glad evening‘s grief to run amok.

Then ever, of flowing emotions savour. Oh their...

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HER WONDERFUL MOTHER NATURE


Once upon her entering and exiting  
Her comings and goings
Groceries, gym or mall
Mother Nature made the mirrors love her
All-knowing reflection,  
No adjustments needed... 
Please...not one correction
Causing confusion, she's unflawed
Everywhere, in every room, claiming, stealing all attention
Gorgeous green eyed-snake women start...

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Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings; 
living entities unfettered by gravity.
Spinning marbles in a universal box.

God’s favorite game, 
knuckle busters are smacking planets, 
right and left and the debris reforms…
new…marbles…pee-wee dust.

Cat-eyes glow as they sail apart; agate smacks!
The “Big Bang” was…
God taking his first shot.

Heavenly bodies, heavenly...

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My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
crossing Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports unknown
throughout Lake Odessa Highway.

Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for Earth's day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of SunGod force
to please titillating whims
of Lake...

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Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few;
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting dark they come.
Beneath a stabbing ice, one by one-
the animals.
I...

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Clickety clack, it's alright to say,
 time doesn't stand still,
as the train clickety clacks away.  

Time never stands still,
 no, no, it can't and never will
rolling on these beaten tracks; 
 the train keeps rolling on, that's fact
 along these same old tracks a...

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On the streets of Kamora,
	a man sits at the Fountain of Angels,
	eying the days offerings
	which lie at the bottom
	of the tepid water.
The man remembers when he was 
	one of the click clacking masses,
	on their way to work,
	in the Main Dome of Kamora,
	ready to pass ordinances
	which...

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In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other
A million milling from father to brother
All speaking in a babel a million languages
From clicks and keyboard clacks  to switches and bandages
A group is seen on a higher levee
They understand all, the interpreters you...

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This eulogy is just ragged cliff notes 
to sum up his eighty two years
but only the happy tones are used..
not a word about
the drinking rages
the black and blue children
that affair with the babysitter
the push down the pregnant stairs.
The many sudden clacks and clangs 
those strange...

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