Best Clopping Poems

What I Once Saw Dancing, Wearing No Shoes

I saw a terrifying ghost today,
apparition of the ages gone by
There was far too much sadness in its...

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On a humble donkey he once rode
Thunderous crowds by the road
Liberation they craved or
A salvation he gave forth

He rides into Jerusalem once more
With no glare...

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Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything...

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A snowball bobbed upon the waves 
That raged just like a fireplace, 
And as it rested for a while 
A breeze blew in its face.

His...

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"A Bitter Sweet Tragedy"

   It was a typical mid-morning, on January 15 1919, on Keany Square in
 north Beantown, you could hear the...

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An alienation of Revelations

The rudimentary elements, all collapsed broke free
The whole ordeal made no sense at all
Eclipses and darkened wars of solitude made the eve
It...

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Someone who once loved me dearly
Now despises me.
In such small things are paved the roads to hell.
A turning away from grace.
A tail-spinning stumble down the...

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*** At Age Seventeen ***

At 17, the wooden heels of my boots echoed
My audacious immaturity along my entire way 
    exploring
Manhattan’s south-end...

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Shades of Sunrise

Dew about to escape
Breath exchanging life's elements
Another day of deals
Running shoes padding rhythms
Ready the boardroom battles
Clopping horses arriving for oats
Tourists to enchant
Occasional honk
Distress...

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There was a time
not so very long ago
when clopping horses
and sighing sleighs
and paddle splashing canoes,
and then, later, trains
and electric streetcars
were the resounding heart
of multicultural transportation.

And...

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‘tap, tap, tap’

your petite knuckles
gently attacking my door -
I envision their French-painted nails
dancing in the shine of
the hallway light
like a row of bishops bowing to...

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I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered

Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles

Car...

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The  Daggers  
by Stina Lu

I spent  thousands of years
burning my flesh
Casting, hardening, forging ...
The daggers

Put one of them
on the summit of the...

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Pony Express Christmas Card Ride

You asked about our Christmas here.
Do reindeer pull the sleigh 
to carry loads of gifts and cheer?

Hoofed beasts we have, they...

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As the last man on the planet Earth,
Time has become my mortal enemy.
A whole world to walk silently alone,
In fruitless reflection of what was.

The streets...

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