Best Clamber Poems

"You are welcomed to your room at night, everything is in the same familiar place. It's been long day. Climbing in to your comfy bed....

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I...

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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so...

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A BUSH FIRE  
               
One scorching afternoon,
A sudden splintering sound...

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The asphalt driveway is blackened over by rain 
sand bags lie in the corner of the garage in case water creeps in, some sheep scurry...

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Blackie mounts my broomstick every Halloween
With her silky coat and eyes of emerald green
We’re silhouetted in the moonbeam's gleam
Kitty meows so loudly if ever we...

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laden in the semblance of the lifeless
i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage
of memories that haunt more than touch
unable to soar within the wind's...

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Written: October 10, 2023   
Night Bewitches                  ...

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When you said to me,
"Climb up here,  It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly....

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O' possum O' possum
Sleep the day away
Await the setting of the sun
before you go and play

As the dusk arrives at last
Awake and stretch your paws
Don't...

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They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway...

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In the middle of the meadow she stands.
Majestically reaching toward Heaven.
Beautiful in her solidness,
Patient and serene.

From beneath her branches
Kisses are stolen between lovers,
Their initials etched...

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I climb into the big haymow
On this eventful day
Looking for childhood memories
Trapped in a mound of hay.
The large expanse is empty now
And somehow looks too...

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Frisky, gray squirrels scramble
Beneath a massive, old oak tree
Gathering the best acorns they see
Their fluffy tailed, lively damsels

Opossum wobble on short legs
From their laurel sheltered...

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Where ... oh where
Are you??
Do I sink the darkness to find you ...
Clamber the divide?
If I plummet that black of oblivion
Will you be there ...
Waiting?
Admonishing?
You...

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