Best Clamp Poems
Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew bolder
What was once handy stopped ringing so dandy
Craving vocabulary candy to bandy
She sought what she ought, to form lukewarm to hot
Mooshu, the emu guru, knew what to do
To bring notice and gain focus
Journey there, to the oracle's lair
The fortress of Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
When she approached his door, saying, "I want more!"
His smile creased - he replied, "Your covet's increased!"
She confessed her distress at being a pest
But he said, "My dear, you're not stubborn - you're tenacious!
You're not merely aware - you're perspicacious!"
It's not only knowledge; it's proficiency, cognition, discernment
For ideas, impressions, concepts, brainstorming segments
Be bold, audacious, intrepid, resolute, gallant
Credit your capacity, flair, savvy, talent
Evade the cliche, the commonplace, the trite
Clamp on, lacerate, masticate, bite!
Hours freed, for her need to succeed
Then, at the end, one final creed to heed-
Don't fall a slave to the misbehaving knave
Sometimes, the simpler speech is the one to save.
3/4/19
Poem of the Day 3/06/19
Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me between your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
Blood of beggars, blood of kings
Lost forever, never found
Roar your cry across the land
Where the road once walked and wound
Stranded in mountains of sand
Clamp your claws around my waist
‘till my harness groans and falls
You will hold my torso raised
You, impenetrable wall
No giant strong enough to win
Or to grab us from the sky
No demon vile, no sinner's skin
No Cyclops to burn us with his eye
Fly my Harpy, take our dreams
Kill the bad, the hurt, the sad
Cherish fragile shining beams
Screech seductively and glad
Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me, my love, your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
You and me are blood of kings
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March 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass; I'll have me the bottle
with a big bowl of ice this baby I'll throttle
The whiskey's gone, now a brandy'd be fine
my inside's on fire, there's a hoop up my spine
swigging from the bot comes at a price
I'll temper the fire with whole blocks of ice
The flames have been doused; rum, if you please?
my head's in a clamp; ice will loosen the squeeze
now, be a sport and pile on the ice
two bowls or more I think should suffice
Three bottlesh down, all on the rocksh
my tootshiesh are shtarting to curl in my shocksh
my shmile is chemented, my lipsh glued together
my fashe the feel and texture of leather
Twishe left, thrishe right my head ish shwinging
short, long, short, long my earsh are zinging
either I'm crosh-eyed or my brainsh have been fried
elsh why are my legsh by three multiplied?
I'm freefalling on shixh feet firmly earthed
alternating twixht lower and then upper berth
vocal chordsh tangled, shizhably crimped
I'm walking with a lishp and talking with a limp
I'm teetering-tottering or tettering-tortering
I've no clue which ish which and given up wondering
the world ish a blur; I musht be plarshtered
the liquor went down well; ishe warsh the barshtard
On all foursh – nay, twelve, I reach the bed
now I'm pondering and shcratching my head:
am I waking up or about to retire?
I shimply topple over, my whole being on fire
In the Land of Nod I'm harnessed by tether
in comely dreams of cowboys and leather
when plagued by a swishy feel in my bladder
swelling as fast as a pregnant puffadder
Abruptly awakened when a stream emanated
unable to move, still intoxicated
stuck to my bed and severely drenched
nausea ensued in the encompassing stench
How my stomach reacted I'd best not relate
suffice to say it was a full freight
soiled and hung-over, a word of advice:
liquor's fantastic but steer clear of ice
Do you see What I see?
Dr Fauci says to wear a mask and social distance, it will prevent the spread of the virus. Has it, NO! It is spreading like wild fire. Fauci either is wrong or he's lying or both. I think both!
How do you have martial law, keep people in their homes, destroy businesses, destroy the economy, shut down state borders, set curfews, destroy childrens education, scare people by bombarding them with the spread of a common cold, by making it look more serious than it really is, confuse and distract people Do you really think this is all coincidence? Or is it an orchestrated plan to rob us of our Rights and Freedoms and ultimately destroy the freedom of assembly( Six foot Distancing)(Free Speech, they are censoring any truth that goes against their agenda on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter under the guise of hate speech) to hide the real truth of whats going on. So many Traitors to the American people involved. Mostly all your Governors, Politicians, Actors, Athletes, Musicians, Talk show host, Drs so forth and so on. Their agenda is to create so much Chaos that you will do almost anything to have normality back again. That's when they will say we can get back to normal but you have to be vaccinated. So many will take that lethal vaccine. The vaccine as much as it pains me to say this is a depopulation tool that is design to gradually cause our demise through the aid of the 5g towers that are going up around you. They will create virus symptoms and the Powers that be will say the Virus is causing these symptoms of sickness and death, when in reality it is the vaccine and the 5g. Their goal is to depopulate to 500 million. They will continue to say more and more are getting infected and dying to scare you into their trap. Problem(they created, the Virus) Reaction(Spreading, sickness, fear) Solution (The Vaccine) which is their ultimate goal. To add to the madness they will cause severe food shortages, and they will take away your cash. They will clamp down more and gradually take all your rights away. Germany is protesting by the tens of thousands but the Globalist control the media and you don't see it. China is going cashless. All because of the greatest lie told to the American people . Go to YouTube type in A call for an uprising Tell others Also Brighteon.com
I am the woman.
I am the only woman.
I am the one woman.
My name is Women.
I nurse nations at my breast.
Ripened bosoms set loins afire.
Life spews forth from my
parted thighs.
Astride they clamp and drain
desire.
Lips, that part as seas once
did,
Guiding the yearning with
silent voice.
Plump and moist, they quench
the arid
Voices singing their grateful
rejoice.
My blood flows red, and rich,
and warm.
Tears stream rivulets borne of
joy and sorrow.
A rib once lost, hath given no
reason to mourn
I am perfected, I will lead all
tomorrow.
Woman, is my name.
Woman, I am the one.
Woman, I am the only one.
Woman, the I am.
She danced upon the ground above his grave.
Freedom had been the goal to be achieved!
Within his drink her poison had been placed.
For he was old and no one would suspect.
A wealthy woman now she celebrates.
No gnarled hands to clamp upon her breast.
He had been fooled by her deceitful kiss.
For youth can be a drug when fueled by need!
Her skin had crawled but he did not suspect.
For she had concentrated on her goal.
The man a fool deceived by fantasy.
A ring upon her finger had been placed.
She did not wish her youth to fade away.
Or endure his old skin between her thighs!
A careful plan she put into effect.
Ten drops of potion placed within his gin!
She thought about the men she would enjoy
Until a hand did grab upon her foot!
Passion had reached her from beyond the grave.
He smiled and thought "she must be heaven sent!"
Upon the morn her family found her there.
They guessed she died because her heart had broke.
Now she would be with him eternally.
So they engraved her name upon his stone.
.
I hear the thunder of the foot soldiers
and smell the reek of their expedition
I feel the cold of the steel they clamp
to mine wrist
and the rough of the hemp about mine
throat
I hear the last word of the commander
and the plank beneath mine boots
it's instant crack
I sense the sudden slow gust of wind
rise up mine chin and face
as mine last journey
is down
Gifts are nothing but a parcel of love
with or without expectations.
When one gives -another receives.
I have been bestowed with wonderful gifts by God..
And those are my parents!
And my parents in turn have given me
the most precious gift ..
which was wrapped in a soft creamy towel
that lay in the incubator,eyes closed tight,
tiny fingers grabbing its shiny black hair,
cord clamp stuck at the navel,pearly toes curling,
cute belly raising high & low ..with each breath.
When I peeped through the glass clearly..
I could sight the skin that was pinkish red,
i lifted my feet to reach the box and touch
the soft palm, but a blue dressed nurse
shushed me with a wave..
The tiny ones lips were like strawberry that
carried a divine smile :My eyes filled with light
receiving the sunshine warmth whilst glancing
at the bright neonates face.
And that was a" he"
My little brother.
As they took him away from me he screeched..
I grew emotional being an 4 year old.
Then I eagerly waited for five long days for my mum
to bring him home safe and healthy.
He is a living gift that I received
whom I love unconditionally..now and forever.
20-6-2020
Note:Gifts poetry contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Premier Contest Winner~Second place:-)
Contest Judged: 6/21/2020
How must I break free and fly away
when your cold hands clamp me down?
Your critical, callous words besmirch
and pinion me to the ground.
For I am a sensitive butterfly
flailing in fear, struggling within
the throes of your darkness.
You shatter my repose
my delicate wings close
and my bright colors
bleed and fade away.
Once I was lissome and free
now I stiffen in sad sorrow.
In my dreams, I sojourn and soar
I soar to a safe, celestial place
caught up into a firmament of grace
saved by a kind Hand of mercy
where I can fly free again, forever.
Written on 5/21/2018
Sometimes my mouth
whispers to my ear
without movement; I feel the
vibrations travel through
my head.
I'd spy on it, clamp it,
but it says vile, shocking
things I never
would.
The sound
resonates within me.
My ears try
to cut the cord
but only amplify the screech:
inside me a giant ring
is ringing and I can't
let others hear it.
I see your bright colored plumes and your cocky arrogant beak
you think you got a trumpet in my ear but oh ,you wait and see
how beautiful the end result will be, once you CLAMP
It is no ones business but my own what I write and re-write in
the name of perfection. Cat got your tongue? Well finally we
got some peace round here, I'm entering IT
Are you expecting those old parrot tapes to enter my heaven?
I'm busy inputting so I I can't hear your hell
so fly away from me bird from Alcatraz cuz I'm not this, OR
That,
I will not listen anymore. REMOVE
that silly grin off your plucky face and give me room to be
the best that I can be. I'm unreeling, re-dealing, getting
ready for the authentic manuscript of the Century. So bird on
you.... Get over YOURSELF
You don't own monopoly to my mind nor my imagination
get going bird, I got it covered so pluck those poisoned feathers
off my back and let me grow wings, that won't harm or attack
leave me in peace to write .
January 14, 2019
We were free and safe
Facing the challenges of life
In much more desirable manner
We were at least happy
For the peace we were enjoying
On our land of birth; our homeland
We never anticipated this at all
That war would tear us apart
And leave us miserable this way
We witnessed so powerlessly
Our brothers and sisters brutalized
Our homes and properties burnt
And then followed our displacement
We have hopes but in despair
We cried peace but in bloodshed
That oh, we’d better seek refuge
We run for our dear lives
Hunting for safety across the borders
Our dreams seems direly shattered
As we saw our children butchered
While there was nothing we could do
What is happening?
A little girl asked the mother
Our lives are in danger,
Answered the victimized mother
Where are we going then?
Another child asked the father
We are running to seek for safety
Answered the desperate father
What about our homes?
And what about our homeland?
An elder boy thought deep within
Where is the collective security?
That guarantees our safety and surety?
Why are they killing our people?
Why all these humiliations and brutalities?
So who is the cause and to be blamed then?
We must not accept this indictment
We must have a far fairer dream
And we must wake to the challenge
We can’t afford this victimization
Just one wish do I wish to accomplish
Yes! To return home blessed day
The guns kept rattling
The soldiers kept battling
My people kept dying
As the bombs kept flying
We have lost everything
Except for some few lives
So who gains from these pains?
And who deserve the blames?
Thanks to the international community
For their supports and sympathy
Now that our hopes seems lost
All we are praying for is total calm
So we can sail free and safe in the storm
We want prevailing peace to reign
To clamp down the war campaign
That we may return home; our wish
And put together every piece in peace
The time is right; the light is bright
We shall realize our beautiful dreams
And we shall accomplish our wishes
Yes! We shall accomplish this one wish
To return home one blessed morning
Tonight I found a letter on my doormat
It was addressed to me – oh fancy that
I opened it and it does say
Please come for a mammogram one Monday
My heart sank like an enormous stone
With sinking spirits, I let out a huge moan
They take one of your very precious ‘norks’
Clamp it so hard your eyes pop out on stalks
Then leave you imprisoned and take a pic
Tell you it may be uncomfortable – just a little bit
They lied, they lied, they blooming lied
I found it so painful I could have cried
Oh joy of joys now they must do the other side
One boob squashed like a pancake, the other I want to hide
But they get you quick before you can escape
They need to scan both boobies there can be no mistake
Men and women can BOTH get breast cancer
Checking your breasts regularly is the answer
Jan Allison
15th September 2014
WRITTEN IN DRUGS OF RAIN
Unscrupulous vulture-like officials standing inside skyscrapers;
they croon softly, but wield their pretentious tongues like blades--
casting spells on a throng of marginalized heads
whose mouths and bellies were squeezed and dried.
The promises they speak were written in a drugged rain
blown by the wind and dispersed in grains of misconception.
Beguiled man bit the taste and was addicted without haste.
(candle of hope was trampled --toppled down to fade..)
Secretly, these greedy, flesh -eating crocodiles of today
collude under wooden tables.
Their lust for gold and silver screaming,
they fill their jars of wickedness;
voraciously they feed their minds-- harlots of desire.
The big bellied ones whistle trying to clamp
leeches who don't only suck blood but also innocence;
but when the cluster of eggs break-- hatches
as they run so fast and release a loud.... prrrrt!
The misuse of drugs and ignorance cause
bodies to be spread in dirty smelly gutters.
The users mutilated dignity comes from a constant craving for
shots and puffs from these drugs leading to
gruesome miscarriage of suppose to be~~
--golden flowering dreams for tomorrow,
--transformers to a more unified earth,
--angels bearing an eye for justice and peace.
Manifold arrests for drugs affect the youth
and all others who grasp the illusions of euphoria.
Concerned individuals' throat drying cries, a forlorn scourge of agony...
Oh God, what sight that will be!
And now,
Shall we, knowledgeable of the effects of drug addiction, let such things happen?
Won't we drubbed such escalated catena of grief by doing something?
What can we impart?
What can we do to care?
When will we start?
©O. E. Guillermo
8:44 pm; November 13, 2014
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Global Poetry
placed 3rd
I am the woman.
I am the only woman.
I am the one woman.
My name is Women.
I nurse nations at my breast.
Ripened bosoms set loins afire.
Life spews forth from my parted thighs.
Astride they clamp and drain desire.
Lips, that part as seas once did,
Guiding the yearning with silent voice.
Plump and moist, they quench the arid
Voices singing their grateful rejoice.
My blood flows red, and rich, and warm.
Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow.
A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn
I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow.
Woman, is my name.
Woman, I am the one.
Woman, I am the only one.
Woman, the I am.