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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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Skinny skeleton shares a tweet
In the dead of night, oh, so sweet.
We look as it leaves, next to his feet.
It’s hollow, which is a real...

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