Best Clang Poems

In ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions

Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples...

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It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship.
Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch.  
In time, it became the haunting...

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Winds constant through the trees, grounding
Designer's chemtrail plans, if just for today.

Fresh air reminds me of forgotten hope, when
Dreams ran on laughter's wings, and everyone
Was...

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The mighty steed was black as night.. (Cobolt was his name)
His rider, Blade,  a Warrior Knight
Swiftly through the dark forest he rode
A realm he...

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I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment  in my heart and alone pray
I shut...

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Sleeping In Nana’s

day concludes in glory
beyond the forest wall
suspended on a whippoorwill’s song

a muffled out board glides the narrows
past Hick’s farm
humming its sated fisher home

somewhere...

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The track marks are exposed, so you’ll have to look twice without getting caught. Your mind starts to wonder what it is he’s been shot...

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Beauty bows and surrenders at her bare feet,
The gold glitters jealous of her glowing skin,
Her bright eyes light embers of passion within,
   ...

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A Cold December Night so Long Ago

‘twas on a cold December night
so long ago, a star shown bright,
and in the heavens, anthems rang
“Praise to the...

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Feelings of mine
Similar as a chiming of church bells.

My feeling of love is like bells,
Echoing loudly.

Sorrow as beautiful 
A blue as bluebells.

Gradual as time
Flows onwards,...

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If I only had one wish be granted me tonight,
To be forty-five, again,would be a blessed delight.

To be able to walk in high heeled shoes,
Not...

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BELLS

I.

Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.

And Winter parades its magic —
the pure...

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Line after line
Round after round
Empty shells 
Fall to the ground

City after city
Mound after mound
To collapse
Without a sound

Wrist after wrist
Clang of shackles ring 
Closing veins
Soon to...

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Sometimes late at night when the memory feels just right 
I slip away to the window where the moon in her afterglow 
patches the holes...

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hear the groan of an old man getting up from his chair
hear the rumble of a hungry tummy
hear the clink sound of a glass toast
hear...

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