Best Clip Poems
The Paper Clip
They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party
She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat
Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose
I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift
A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words
You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely
I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart
Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes
In a child’s happiness and
Pure delight
I sighed
The gift was so just right!
An afterthought from ancient times
The Poetry of Wine
Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals
You can give up that nasty habit if you try.
Just think of all the things your money will buy.
Each one of those houses is a den of debauchery.
They are clip joints just out to get your money.
When you dump at the tables or feed the machines,
the end result is usually some egregious scenes.
If you win, consider it a loan at the time.
You will return to pay back every nickel and dime.
Being broke is where most adventures will lead.
The house takes advantage of the weakness called greed.
Greed is the deadliest of the seven deadly sins.
In the long run, only the house is the one who wins.
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Clip Clip Clip Clip
Whee Whee Whee
Sweetie Sweetie
Clah Clah
Eeep Eeep Eeep
Clah Clah
Whee Whee Whee
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Whee Whee Whee
Birdspeak in the morning
Used to be I got haircuts for two bits,
Along with a shave and hair tonic spritz,
From the barber bawdy jokes
Juicy gossip from town blokes!
Now for twelve bucks a clip is all I gits!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Clip it on and don't think twice
Clip it on cuz it looks nice.
Clip it on so you know where it is at.
Clip it on maybe to a hat.
Clip it on so it does not fall off.
Clip it on so your pet don't runaway.
Clip it on so it stays in place.
Clip it on in outer space.
Clip it on every day.
Clip it on around the world.
JUST CLIP IT ON.
Oh Paper Clip, Dear Paper Clip
let me always sing your praises!
You keep my pages held tight
without the violence of stapling
and yet your grip is so gentle as
to release a sheet without a blemish.
When the project in your care concludes
you go back into the desk desk drawer
with nary a complaint or a quibble
and fall back into the stiff routine
of anticipating the next chance
to make yourself useful.
You are so loyal and understanding
that even when I ask you to be
a hanger of christmas ornaments
you immediately bend to the task.
You don't even mind
when I straighten you out
and use you like a toothpick.
You remain the consummate aide
through both thick reams and thin.
You have won my heart
you little metallic angel
and if Mother approves
I have every intention
of making you an honest binder.
You clip my wings and tell me I must fly
Unknown to me the deed, my faith is strong
I stand there at the edge about to try
My worth to prove, for you cannot be wrong
I wait for breeze of dreams to catch my wings
Secure my trust in you, I take the dare,
and in my heart the song of triumph sings
This flight of love will be beyond compare
A moment more, and I will take to flight
The world will fall away as I will rise
My maiden flight is sure to bring delight
I'll see it all reflected in your eyes
I push off sturdy cliff, but woe is me!
My spiral down to death has set you free!
Eileen Manassian
Sat to jot down limerick in log book
Inept to find my pen carried miffed look
Probed my mum who lay on bed
She guffawed and slapped my head
The clutched one tumbled from hair as I shook
Aug 29, 2020
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By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2007
Clip-Pity Clop, Drip-Pity Drop
Clip-pity clop clip-pity clop
Pencil-toed I walk aloft
The pavements wet and glassy grey
Isolated lane for me to bestride
Bloomy flowers my umbrella atop
Spraying their heads at a riotous fair
The rainy waters like elves in sprite
Streaming down from the dark skies above
Slide down my floral domey roof
Encircling my every moving step
Like the brandished magical wand
To keep all evil at the farthermost bay
Puddles before me my mirrors be
Umbrella held high by cocktailed ring
The skirt a-swish in another hold
Two small leaps on stones for bridge
The helm a-safe did bring a pride
The cooing in the heart the sparkle in the eye
The rainy elves rounding the clippity heels
My heart walks in the rain drippity drop drppity drop
Balveen Cheema
August 23, 2015
Paper-clip on my floor,
I wonder what he's there for.
Holding all my life together.
That little guy's my friend forever.
Fixing fender-benders ending
Up inside my mind.
Little friend, you're very shiny
Even though you're oh so tiny,
I can tell you're mine.
Silly piece of wire,
Paper-clip, you never tire,
Holding all my thoughts together.
Here I find you, on my floor.
Tell me what you lay there for.
Maybe I should pick you up;
You don't belong; you know enough
To stay off my carpet, dear.
I see you, for I'm laying here.
I see you sitting, bent around;
I see you 'cause I'm on the ground.
Something 'bout you caught my eye;
You really are a funny guy.
Lay there on my floor so still;
I bet you'd sit there longer still,
If I decide to leave you be.
How 'bout I'm you
And you be me.
Paper-clip, on my floor,
I'll never know what you're there for.
I sit and watch it all
On the sheltered side
Fungus grows on the trees
Where the sun don't shine
From deep in the woods
So fast for to get back home
The horse did trot
Clip, clop, clip, clop
The horse did trot
So fast for to get back home
From deep in the woods
Where the sun don't shine
Fungus grows on trees
On the sheltered side
I sit and watch it all
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PAPER CLIPS
Feint and Bolo are friends
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Thy train under the management of
Arttie Repertoire a A&R Sports management firm
which specializes in Controlling and Evaluation Services
During a sporting exhibition they were challenged
by two future performers. One had a great knack at speaking
and used his VOCab to get under the skin of the two performers..
The management team saw a profit in such spectacle.
Alot of musicains were there with some reporters.
A radio station broadcasted the news live on air.
A sportspod performance agency sorted out
the details.
Counter point and perspectives got people
talking. So many calls came into the radio station
that they had to call two Professional promoters to sort the detail. A Sports Firm called in
then and rivaled one of the promoters.
Welll by the end of the day nothing was settled.
In the morning on a TV show it started up again
with people accussing both promoters of being to chicken to represent the Sports Entertaining Monikers.
They said company profits have weakened the Sport and Gimmicky
promotions that threaten people are outragous and need
oversight and restriction.
Real Wrestling Guru's
called in and finally
one guy said he had been tired of not being allowed to help wrestling succeed.
That everything in Pro Wrestling was outta touch for the general public who often
don't watch or speak of wrestling due to it's inability to connect
to the versed audiences
They called for Billionaires to unite and support regional promoters to create an event that would challenged the modern day Specticle that divides America and her interst.
they called on an evnt that would take two men and call each champion and let them go head to head and create a One Worlds Championship for
the future of People who are interested or just like the divessity of peoples!