Best Clara Poems

Under the African blue skies
I saw this beauty with a sparkling eyes
Full of charms and majestic aura
They said her name was Clara
But I was a very poor cowboy
Who could not afford even a baby’s toy
How could I tell her the feeling in my heart
Since we...

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I received her phone call out of the blue,
I felt I have encountered my poem.
I wished nothing bad happens to her,
When I looked at her first time.
When she is with me,
All of her is there.
She walks like a young antelope,
Standing up it’s like a snake...

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Jetblack sunrise ashen, breastbone of the final dark.
My priest must leave to return to his ghostly parish.
Where traitors necks stretch down from moss to swamp.
I met the host of my companions, caught by first dawn’s watchfire dogs, waits for his beloved no more.
Oh, his Clara,...

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PINK
 PINK
PINK

painting PINK

In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model

Clara had her breasts removed
Long before Pink was beloved
Bravely faced the doctors knife
Mother’s friend and navy wife

Clara danced on 30 years
Battled pain
Laughed through tears
And her paint brush 
Carried on
Splashed her color
Like a song...

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Mission known for fine hand weaving.
Chosen site left priests not leaving.
Neophytes were seen believing.
Bay's close, great crops.
Sickness leaves now no one grieving.
Soldiers made stops....

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Clara Oswald Who
The Doctor's secret wife—who knew?
Returned from September's honeymoon
By way of last year's month of June...

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"I really don't believe you sorry.."

this is what the Creatrix and Chaotica one told me and will tell you too.

none are worthy and all will be rejected if they approach her throne on their own willingness. 

I wandered beyond the gates of the Sacred Land...

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Brisk breezes spin around and around
lifting dust devils high off the ground.
And children wearing happy faces
rush to find their favorite places.

Clara the clown runs out to applause
with dogs pulling kittens in rickshaws.
And as rolling waves of laughs begin
she spots Jim, noting which seat he’s in....

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I've BEEN invited alone 

into a carefully distinct sex

whose sharp fangs comb

  my thoughts so ghost

Within these disarrayed eyes

from ground into  green

zinc coffin with mask

i found this memory appears

a slab as spine in bits of

red and CLARA VENUS scent.

:: 12212021 ::...

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Morning, bright morning,
your promise has come
Morning, bright morning,
 new birth of the sun

Into your arms
I bathe in reflection
Into your warmth
I strip off my fear

Into your heart
I surrender the darkness
Into your strength
I lay down my spear

Morning, bright morning,
your promise has come
Morning, bright morning
—today rebegun  ...

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Clara, Clara come out to play 
And rise from your satin bed 
Close the door against the day 
And I won’t tell you’re dead 

Clara my sweet Clara
The angels bid you wake 
The tyrants rise before your eyes 
Against a closed mistake 

Clara oh sweet...

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Sitting at a table I met a woman of ethical means

Surrounded by trees, warm, green, contrast

Arrives this woman, vibrant, driven, the silence broken a little

Jousting through early minutes of introduction

We drink coffee, pass small talk until questions

Discussion opens into opinions, directness 

I detect maybe anger,...

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Two pure
            souls
            a united pair     
            in...

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(Dedication: For my daughter Clara's Birthday)
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BLESSINGS FOR CLARA



On your birthday:
May love and light
Show you the way
As grace lifts sight.


May joy and peace
Make your heart light
As joy brings ease
To quest and flight.


May love make whole
In surge of good
As joy of soul
Floods your fond moods.


May laughter cheer
Each...

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clara

 

down at the fourth street pub and grill

most folks sat around the bar

while one played to her hearts content

wishing to someday become a star

 

clara tinkered on her beat-up steinway

with whiskey glasses neatly stacked

as her fingers found the waiting keys

she poured out her soul where talent...

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