Best Clinches Poems
A man with a quiet demeanor
was cursed with a miniscule wiener.
He tried lotions and pills
But not one cured his ills.
Now he's a silent nail hole cleaner.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
His todger though tiny still worked.
When he went for a wee it jerked.
He could still have full sex.
It was rather complex,
but when it was over he smirked.
BY JAN ALLISON
His wee-wee was indeed very wee
to the extent that no one could see.
When asked, “Are you a man?”
He replied, “Yes, I am.
You can follow up stream when I pee.”
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Went out for a night with a hooker
Blonde but thick and no looker
When she saw his todger
Said my dog is bigger
You're taking me for a sucker
BY SEREN ROBERTS
A silent curse shrunk his wee to a teeny thing
I swear it is no bigger than a lil chicken wing
For sex a useless reject
Can't tell when its erect
We make jokes about his miniature ding a ling
BY MARTI
Wait a minute please, I won't tell a lie
isn't always small, it's big as apple pie
the winds were mighty chilly
affecting my poor old Willie
now you hurt my feelings, think I'm gonna cry
BY TIM SMITH
Big Bertha said, "It ain't the cubic inches
nope, the part for me what clinches
is strokes per minute
while they's in it
not a tool needs movin' with winches."
BY LIM'RICK FLATS
if you want join in the fun!
Don't make yourself smaller
Determine: walk taller
Be a friendship adorer
A - phone your mates - caller
Don't squirrel away
All your treasures each day
Your wonderful existence
You light-up with your essence
There is love all around you
You don't see it but we do
Your spine, it should straighten
We can't bottle or patent
All this fabulous You-ness
Let's be honest it's priceless
So big shout to you, beauty
You're a loveable cutie
Not just in your reflection
It's our inside detection
That we honour and clap for
From you, couldn't ask more
Be bold and courageous
In your kindness outrageous
You are generous-gifted
As our spirits are lifted
While we breathe in your presence
With your joy effervescence
So, wherever you started
You've ended big-hearted
And your height not in inches
So impressiveness clinches
In each lovely encounter
Say "we like you" 'cos we're bound t'
SS
29th September 2023
Trails and rails, and winding roads
Empty barns, abandoned abodes
I've grown too tired to bear this load
In this world, I have no place
My path has led me, far from home
I find no comfort as I roam
Away from all the love I've known
I'm lost without a trace
Along this path I wander, aimless.
To history, I shall be nameless
For hollow were the dreams I've sought
The right direction, I know not.
Repressed the jest that brought me smiles
My sorrow grows with passing miles
Upon myself, Ive brought these trials
I haven't the strength to face
I left the place where I belong
Too stubborn to admit I'm wrong
Despair is for those, who wait too long
There are too many steps to retrace
Disillusioned by my hopes
My soul is not equipped to cope
For hollow were the dreams I've sought
Of inspiration, I know not.
Tomorrow my sorrow shall grow even more
So distant the faces of those I adore
So deep is this anguish it clinches my core
I long for a loving embrace
All that I've gained, I would eagerly trade
For a chance to erase,the mistakes I have made
and return to their arms before memories fade
I ask this of God by his grace
Solitude is the burden of pride
and destiny is a heartless guide
For hollow were the dreams I've sought.
My destination, I know not.
Our love entwines as your arms open wide, open for your love to come enter into me. Sweeping me oh so gently off of my feet, clearing all of the imperfections that live in me. Overwhelming me ever so swiftly, capable to move me without any delay. Just when I began to lose my faith you came and brought it back to me. Teaching me only fidelity, showing me nothing but true loyalty. Extensively felicity no more no less, your fictitiously tangled wings lifted me liberation gifted me freely. My soul delicately sings as your tangled wings leads me unconditionally. Love exceeds no boundaries, no restrictions or conditions simply guided benediction. Your love shall never let me fall your spirit mysteriously carries me off. You were my eyes when I could not see, spiritually you taught me to be strong keeping faith I shall never go wrong. Holding on tightly I became motionless in spite of the increasing flight. You saw something in me that I have yet could not see, you saw the sorrow and all my source of grief. Your love gave me strength as a chain reaction leadership. Tangled wings of attachment clinging and to inclined to your dependence, as my heart clinches an embraces our tangled wings intentions. I relinquish all of my love for you; I am your personal pendant. Intimate intentional love that soar so high I have yet to begin to touch the sky. We became immortality and everlasting, forever loving impossible to be neither unattainable nor unbelievable. Imaginary forever everlasting…Tangled wings.
My brother’s hand regarded not my words for, they go unheard, as the silence grows my brother’s hand clinches cold and my last words fall to the ground pooling, congealing into an unsatisfied thirst. The devils on horseback are led to the water, but never drinking, as the blackened house lies in ruin. I wonder about the tree in the forest and the forest without ears to hear and the tree never seen, but alas and alas every man. How does a machete make more noise and fire be heard on the other side of the world? It may have been bearable, but I am not alone and I know their words will never be heard for they are in my brother’s hand. 11/5/2014
Four scores and seventy
ingrained in blood stained garments
ancestors still rumbling in their graves
impatient souls lamenting their years
pages kept turning
pens are writing
and the story is unfolding
Dead trees hang over broken walls
threadbare buildings stand solemnly
in a city that was once their home
mothers weeping for their children
people scramble in the streets
and the great big God mewl from above
The tough bent curb wood swerves around
and cuts massive clouds into thin air
chopping trees pounding light posts
swinging and dancing from side to side
then paused upright in the open space
The karma
the sprit
the holy words
a limb for a limb
a sword for a sword
raw vengeance soaks up
the weeping earth
Stricken night makes its debut
swelling echoes mount from beneath
decades of blisters that clinches their feet
and the tension brewed as it gets closer
The moment fires strange emotions
filtering, wrangling and mooting
dignity and power captivates stubborn minds
and eminent slaughter looms from behind
anticipation impress heavily upon tainted lips
while an exodus flows in the manmade ditch
It aims directly at the center
empowered by a forceful northern wind
and moves vigorously toward the west
I saw her pulling his tiny hand
dragging him away from the screaming crowd
while she secured her little girl
intimately to her thumping chest
She struggles through the imposing crowd
with faith courage and determination
but the swelling boomerang ripped the children
from her weary arms
swiftly it disappears
and she heard these words
whispering in her ears
Wash your face
dry your tears
walk close to the mirror
and let down your hair
listen carefully
and tell me what you hear
breathe deeply
move slowly
you are here
©2013 Christine Phillips
Rain passes through quenching the thirst of the parched dry lands.
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes as God clinches his hands.
For he has grown wreary of his creations' greed.
Turning his back on the population. Ignoring the cries during their time of need.
He can't stand to watch as we indure his punishment.
Tough love now will save many on the day of judgment.
She wanders through the corridors, each and everyday
carrying a single rose, for the love that's gone away
her face is muffled by a veil, that only she can hide
and her secrets all concealed, nothing to confide.
Her perfume is masked with guilt, what must she confess
of course he must have loved her, or at least loved "her" the best
She sits beside the window, the curtains tightly closed
and mumbles beneath her breath, and clinches tight the rose.
She stands to see the painting, perfect on the wall
the only man she ever loved, who never loved at all
She jerked it from its rigid hook, and turned to walk away
shards of glass and memories, to lay there on display.
She cries her self to sleep at night, and walks the halls by day
for in her heart is the part, that will never go away
bittersweet is the love song, that soured with the time
to pop the cork on love unsworn, must have felt divine.
She often curses his name, and what she had to do
why did he, think that she, would never get the clue
So now as she sits cursed, there is no turning back
only to be known, as the unbearable beauty in black.
there's something about the way she says no.
it starts with her hands,
the way she grasps each wrist
wringing each dry as she clinches her fist.
it moves to her shoulders,
the way they roll on back,
they've sunken to the depths from falling off their high stack.
it reaches her neck,
the way it tilts to and fro,
dancing on the waves of which are to grow.
it stops at her eyes,
the way they fall to the ground,
swiftly swimming up as they begin to drown.
it leaves at her lips,
the way they quiver and know,
holding back the word formerly known as no.
it's something so simple,
and yet so detrimental,
at the hint of its song,
everything can go wrong.
but it stops at her gate.
when only beauty captivates,
there's no where to go,
there's definitely something about the way she says no.
A soft kiss to initiate the passion
Warm touches from his fingers dance around her lips,
Tempting her.
His fingers find her elongated neck.
She is hit with instant arousal.
His confident but gentle touch reaches her chest,
Tempting her yet again
Her body becomes addicted to his touch.
Deep breaths rush from her as a single finger traces down her stomach.
Her body moves sensually, pleading for more.
She knows this feeling.
The beginning of a climax, but is must be lured out of her.
Those strong fingers ease beyond her waist.
She can stop him, but there is no shown effort.
He is in a place forbidden to others.
Eyes close as her muscles tense.
She cannot restrain her soft screams.
The passion grows like a rogue wave.
Her heart rate accelerates with no signs of slowing.
The touch he gives becomes overwhelming,
The control she once had is lost.
She clinches his body as if to never let go,
And for those few intense seconds,
Euphoria.
This feeling cannot be matched and will never be forgotten.
Her eyes open softly as she lay beside him.
Satisfied-vulnerable.
She is passion,
And she is love.
Deep within the realms of my inquisitive mind is burdened a thought. Given birth
by silent amazement as I pondered upon nature, its beauty eternal.
Ages bloom and fade like flowers, yet remains this burden, this thought does not
devour!...
Like a lonely flower in the midst of the midnight forest of vast mysteries
I am lost!
I stumble upon thee, a desolate leaf, shrivelled and ebbed of life. It clinches with
what strength remains to its master, a great tree. An ocean of sympathy floods
my soul as I stand here and glance upon thee.
“ Do not feel sorry for me”, it whispers, “ for I myself have no regrets in these
fading moments of my life. Let my appearance deceive you not, for it is infinite joy
not fear that surrounds me. Tis not melancholic darkness but heart sweetening
light that dances within my soul.
Many an idle day have I served my master, my purpose in life have I fulfilled. For
since the dawn of spring, my brothers and I, have welcomed the morning sun,
the light of life to dance upon us. Throughout the duration of summer have we
gathered this light and served our master, our purpose of existence. Now that
autumn has awoken my life nears an end. The breeze of the forthcoming winter
hath blown farewell to all my brothers, thus only I remain. When I go from hence
let this be my parting word:
I have given my life, sacrificed my soul to fulfil thee with life, my master, so if the
end comes here, let it come!...
A gentle breath of wind blew the proud leaf into the distant horizon......
The thought that burdened me for an eternity had finally found it resting place.
What is the purpose of my life?
To serve thee, my lord, my master, the purpose of my existence.....
You cannot match me, Kite
You lack the strength for this height.
I am a shooting star
From you I am very far
To you Grace has long gone
And for that she blesses none.
In your heart you sore
Envying me as I soar
Can Fortune be this blind,
Her oil gropes, my head to find?
No, Fortune still knows me
And she will surely fetch me.
Even the dark Chasm
Clinches fast to Fatalism
When I only pass by
And even avoid her eye.
Me back you cannot hold
My greatness is well foretold
Oh how huge a labor
This grand greatness I savor!
Sitting in a reserved preoccupation,
Counting down the hours until the bus pulls into the station.
Consumed with an agonizing anticipation,
To once again be flooded with green fields of consumption.
The smell of a scent that is intoxicating,
The taste of sweet cream that is exhilarating.
The sight of flesh that is an art of perfection,
The sound of a voice that has lustful articulation.
Getting harder to think of nothing more,
Than seeing you come through the door.
To see you in your lingerie,
The way you move; the way you sway.
All the senses are restrained no more as my body flinches,
Gripped in your soft caressing clinches.
To have waited for that which was temporarily postponed,
Exhaustively releasing a moan.
@ Tunisia Torres
4/17/2009
Infinity the eyes behold the ocean
At a distance the sky clinches the sea
Utopia it feels..
As prodigious ships return, others start sailing off
To wander in the vast sea space,
With no foot prints left behind to trace.
Worry not O soul, and let the waves lead
Trust them, for Mortals they always guide home
Be still, and let it sail
It’s again that time of the year
When words bandied are ‘Love’ ‘Romance’, and ‘My Dear’
Question popped is,
“Will you be my Valentine’?
No, nothing wrong in it
That’s fine
But to find ‘genuine’ love
And not to be scoffed
Take advice from…
No, no Love Guru
But someone who has gone through
The Valentine charade
That Love parade
Yep, someone like me
I assure you
No consultation fee
Both of you may think
‘We are made for each other’
But just look around brother
See the fun
Everyone’s under the same impression
So, don’t be fooled
By the Valentine feel
You need not paint the town red
On the contrary
Ensure your relationship is on an even keel
In case of incompatibility
Rid yourself quickly
Give her up for good
And don’t say, “If only I could”
If you follow this
You’ll be in ‘permanent’ bliss
Keeping yourself out of harm’s way
For example, let’s say
The snorting father
And the charging mother
If you be both judicious and bold
You are sure to hold
Your own-
Her skin
As well as your bone
Turn to someone else
Let your charm sell
See that your new partner oozes love
Addresses you as
‘My Dove’
Remains with you
Through thick and thin
Above the Valentine din
And before I close
Do you have any questions to pose?
I know what’s passing in your mind
You want to find
Whether it’s my ‘Valentine experience’ which speaks
If it is this
What you seek
Well, only the wearer knows
Where the shoe pinches
So, the matter that clinches
If for someone’s love
You don’t pine
You’d never write
Such silly lines