Best Clive Poems

“...The leftists that you voted for
jacked up the minimum wage,
so new workers like me cannot
get hired, much less get paid.

“And those very same people
ignore foreigners...

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Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has...

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The zebra:
An optical illusion
That tricks your sight,
Not colour, not HD ready,
But just in black and white.

An African sales success,
Of great pride it’s the source,
Cleverly marketed...

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He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled eyes now glinted!

He belonged to a generation
That sacrificed...

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Born to search,
Born to seek,
Born to help,
The mild and meek.

Born to rule,
Born to lead,
Born to show, 
We can be freed.

Born to Mary,
Born to atone,
Born to...

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How can I describe -
How can I describe my love for you?
For I love you much, much, deeper,
Than the deepest, deepest, blue,
And my love for...

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Cat
In box
Schrödinger
Giddily gawks
Meow?


*inspired by Clive C's "Annihilator"
...

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Film Noir

By the lampost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but...

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Don’t always march
To another’s drumbeat,
Nor always dance
To another person’s tune,
But march in time
To your own heartbeat and
Dance and dance
Till you reach the moon …...

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My lawyer drives a Jaguar,
a slim and glitzy marque.
He seldom ventures near the Law,
(the work's done by his clerk),
buts sends in bills at Partners Rates;
that...

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Please don’t try and push me,
Don’t hustle and crowd me in,
I need some space to find myself,
To work out where I fit in.

Please don’t try...

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Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I HATE your Gymkhana,
I loathe every second it's run.
I dread all those horses and obstacle courses,
and everyone else having fun.

Now Mummy...

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Dad´s Army 

On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended...

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A REQUIEM AND A LOVE.

And I knew before I met him,
That he would be the only one for me
And it would become clear a little...

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The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next 
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the...

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