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...

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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...

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Christ!
A warparty of 60 Shoshone warriors has just stampeded into the meadow
faces painted red and white for blood and death, all sorts of strange designs,
bows and arrows ready to fly on us, skull breaking cudgels raised up,
the woman runs out to them shouting for mercy,...

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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...

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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...

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Secrets are anxiously being kept with a behavioral struggle, as one of the special few enters the room; obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Bottom teeth are nipping his upper lip tucked tight, rope acting as added mastic reinforcement, for his otherwise bitten tongue. Ordered by...

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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...

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Oxygen is depleting from what remains within the confines of which, a means to an end, lie guarded. Watch as hope disappears within the aftermath of this wreckage, which was constructed-meticulously seeking absolute perfection…; only to be as free as fatalities-secrets’, which barriers this perimeter—forming...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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 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,...

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