Best Cleat Poems

Life's a gamble, you gon' take that chance?
Damn right, I'm 'bout cash, you know what fills my pants
That charge carry life, you gon' stay on ya' grind?
Hell yeah, you already know, money's on my mind
What if the police watching, you gon' stand on that corna'?
Hell...

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(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)

With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois 
firm lickey split tongue
and two bell yule yar pissant 
little nappy ruck berry...

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unnatural is a pause of heart,
streams crown'd slow with rusted leaves,
time's slow slide in autumn's light,
must move, always, on to the right,

the tillage of the mortal grasp,
sweat and salted leather both,
of blistered skin on graven plow,
left crumbled shocks of past and now,

grasp the simple and...

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To be like a father
One has to inherit the Fatherhood of GOD
A father that siteth on the management board
At game time he made all arrangements and calls
Supplied our uniforms, water and balls
If you had no Soccer shoes (cleat)
He made sure you had one complete
Half time...

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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted by mandates.

Shelton served by small steamboats greet
omprising Puget Sound Mosquito...

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You found me laying on the ground;
It seemed my life had come unwound.

You helped me rise upon my feet;
Told me, never accept defeat.

To me your knowledge seemed profound;
As if you too, once hit the ground.

You told me of your dazzling feat;
Once more my heart began...

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My heart
A red clock, a construct
of the human experience, 
Beats like a cleat on concrete and can’t help
but not relate to the grease beat of 
chill trees, swaying with the breeze
Aimless trees, and they’re asleep 
For moments that don’t linger
More than a second too long

And...

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Uniform 

She was sitting on a cleat crying, beside her a suitcase and 
a vanity bag of leather. She was waiting for her husband 
but the storm at sea he was delayed, the wind was strong even 
here and her auburn hair attracted my libido...

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Auburn swirls of wind-laden leaves 
coast to the cleat-torn orifices
of soggy, mud-clung grass.
That massed flapping pile time capsule
of summer sunsets is crushed with entering steps
like the rusting rain refrain.

A shorn sheep freezes from dusk until dawn,
following a downward descending path,
tattered and weather worn. 
Stepping stone...

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Looking aloft
Envisioned dream
Dawn at Sea
Tides crash abeam

Seas mystery
Attempts to bend
Ready bow
Sails to mend

Backstay about
Apparent wind
A close reach
Clew torn within

Navigated course
Needed cleat
No buoy insight
Captain feeling beat

One sits astern
Another alee
Corrupted chain plate
Desires to flee

Thoughts come about
Center of effort tried
Eye of the wind
Heel another tide

Weather the storm
Splice, I...

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I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to pass the time

Then without a conscious reason except for boredom's...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat
January second 21:08
two thousand twenty
footwear equipped with
custom made cleat

proudly standing tall
(think) as an elite
able, eager, and ready
to sprint skyhigh fleet
ting into netherlands
(towering well over
other wiry antennae thin contestants,

hence exception to
maximum height...

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About the year '72
I mean nineteen hundred and '72
It's a year we'll not forget
The snow began October 1st
Day after day there was more and to make it worse
The winds were fierce, The snow did move 
Covering up any and everything in it way
Billy would plow...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly
poor righteous leftist sole.

Great way to begin the new year
mine little feet about size nine wear
sneakers acquired At Ian's Boots
not for profit business 
origin of said enterprise 
brings more'n one tear.

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep...

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What happened to my sex drive?

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone).

Once pronounced libido of mine 
took kamikaze nose dive,
whereby about two thirds of mein kampf ago,
I yearned to...

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