Best Clumsiness Poems

My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many stains
It's mostly been an uphill climb
Some sunny days, some rain

A little big when they were new
With ample room to grow
This...

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I’ve picked it up a hundred times
yet dropped it just once more
So I give up, the blasted thing
can lay there on the floor

And stepping out onto the porch
I hit the ice and slipped
As I walked back into the house
I stubbed my toe and tripped

While dancing...

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DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST

Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life, politics, and religion.
Maybe not simultaneously, but how I am feeling today.
I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries.
I am...

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A dark room with a small wooden desk, no lamp
A thick pad of paper and a typewriter, never used
Like a museum exhibit, though they aren’t allowed to gather dust
And dead flies and moths, a pack of playing cards
I never learnt to play, but still they’ve...

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Well Plastered 

Sippy
Hippy

Upon Stumbling into the Barber’s

Snippy 
Hippie

Flower Child Wets Himself

Drippy 
Hippie

Peace, Love & Clumsiness

Slippy
Hippie

The Cheeky Free Sprit

Lippy
Hippie


Written June 7, 2015...

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As I look back across more musical times
of rhythmic reflections,
ceremonies and commemorations
of each dawn and dusk eremitic liturgy,
if that is not an oxymoron
of sound and sight,
song and dance,
tragically sad, yet also bilaterally bound with happier chance 
of liturgical comedies 
reflected upon together.

And as we look...

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First his long and tender gaze. Then came his loving caresses
followed by little kisses, delicate dewdrops of sensuous sweetness
that he planted gently along my forehead, my cheeks, 
the back of my neck, and around my ear lobes. 
Happiness consumed me!
Butterfly kisses he showed me
with the...

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How many times
Did you make me laugh?
I lost count over the years
Your soppy sweet smile
The clumsiness you exude
The funny guy
That's what you are

How many times
Did you make me smile?
Cheered me up on sad days
Endless cuddles
There for me always
The caring guy
That's what you are

How many times
Did...

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One year I got a shirt with my initials on the pocket,
My grandma wanted me to have it instead of a Saturn rocket.

Even though what I really wanted was the model of the Apollo ship,
My dad had made it clear to me that I shouldn’t...

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She’s just tired and scared of walking home alone,
Stepping outside in the dark is among her greatest threats,
Honestly, she is afraid that any day she opens the doors and windows,
might be her last,
A hint of death in the icy breath of the gale.

Every rustle in...

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Shards of glass scatter,

reflecting light explodes,

attention catches quickly,

clumsiness exposed!...

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My God is shy and generous
He knows the secret of tenderness
Just like my mother
He loves me in strange, unpredictable ways
Just like my father
I gave him my sister`s clumsiness and sincerity
 My brother`s  loud laugh, 
 My grandmother`s dark, wise eyes
He  walks slowly like...

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How can it be so easy to forget?
At the same time remembering it.
So little joy and so much pain,
Why does it have to be this way?
The bad makes us stronger thru times that are tough,
But sometimes that’s just never enough.
Why cant I recall, the better...

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The childish silliness
The sweet clumsiness
The burning storm
On your head
My everyday trial of patience.

You piss me off
All the time

All the time
You make me smile

I want to kill you
With squeezing hug

Whenever you cry
My soul tears apart.

One smile of yours -
The sun shines again
Even if it rains outside.



Sight...

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carving their names on the world’s flesh like scars,
they won’t waste their breath on the news of dead men.
if there are things humans should learn, it is how to
leave their emotions out of the equations uncourtly,
Keep an eyes on their flank, naturally and neutrally.
under a...

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