Best Clunking Poems

'Twas the night before Christmas
when I and my groom
finally found a motel 
but with just one room.

My groom was in the bathroom -
leaving me alone-
so that he could douse himself 
with some cheap cologne.

I - in my red negligee -
thought of bump and grind,
visions of...

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The ordinary toothpick fills the needs of mankind
With a pick, pick, here, and a pick, pick there.

A little piece of stick with no holes, handles
Cords, plugs, tops, bottoms, insides, or batteries.

You little piece of stick, literally at the bottom of the totem pole.
Probably preserved in...

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The Piano tuner

 The blind piano tuner knocked on the door
Where I was a caretaker -like I can afford to buy a piano-
I showed him into the music room and left 
to read a newspaper.
I heard some clunking as he tunes; then there was a...

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Lithospherical clunking, zest of our navel

Tumultuous melt, fizz ridden obliquitous

Inestimably stemming, trunking, branching

Exaspergrasping for equichosis,  ecliptic apotheosis

We shimmer and charade as though dwelt in strobe

Inscribing the vitroglyph, micro slinks to macro

Then back again

I sit lotus, perfecting the interlocking polygonoids of this scape

I resonate and...

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The night was dark, in the park when I heard a bark

then a ringing bell, blood curdling yell straight from Hell

A loud clunking sound from the ground had me spellbound

by the ploys of the noise, but still maintained my poise.

I shed a tear from fear,...

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I gave you a listen 
the rhythm is missing 
either it’s hidden 
or locked up in prison 

Say each word of the line
or it won’t clunking rhyme
speak one line at a time
so the sounds combine

You're a dad at a disco 
this ain’t a diss though...

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Concrete bedroom w/ lights & sound.
People gather across wet streets --
The click of a women’s heel --
Many clicks like horses trotting.
Herds of clunking mares fighting
for the prize.

Recognition in being the first horse
across the finish line
The first blue suit from Calvin Klein.

Our country is at war.
Kids...

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Sea Life 

What I see is not very much, a Formica table 
greasy plying cards and dirty finger nails.
It is like being stuck in a deep valley between 
green waves; tomorrow will be the same and 
my ignorance is as the flat map on the...

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I am pretending to be normal today. I have been doing it for two hours.
Sitting here, waiting for this side of me to be discovered by Joe, my first and last husband.
He walked through once and said a big enthusiastic ‘good morning Sweetheart.’
I must be...

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A TV. Star. 

The man hiding in the light his persona, sparkling
sunglasses not enough when we gloried in his 
mesmerizing peculiarity. We saw not the sinister
black shadows behind him… except, from time to 
time we felt revulsion a glint in his eyes and shark 
teeth...

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Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must...

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Press your eyes with 
The strength of the
Index and the ring finger. 

What do you see? 
See the shifting orbs of luminescent aqua, 
Starry-eyed fireflies wafting in a 
majestic, arrested stasis.

See the fabled constellations 
Form and appear, illuminating 
The dark void. They tell 
Stories of...

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Life charges up and down hills so fast
One day you are biting your cousin
And they are laughing because you are two.
But not your cousin of course.

In a blink of a wild flower,
you are clunking around in Mommy’s heels.
Thinking you are “all that”
because tomorrow you start...

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He takes the largest ladle he can find
And stirs them around and around
clunking their heads together
Scrambling their brains, 
Making them angry
And he laughs

He is the sorcerer of the moment
popular with his followers
who revere him
because of the fear
that if they do not
he will turn and they...

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A week of summer heat
with no cooling breeze
or break made bedrooms 
like brick kilns 
still hot after a day's firing.
You couldn't sleep.
Air conditioning back then
was a couple of loud,
clunking fans that blew
a hum of hot air.

To get relief
we would all sleep outside
on the back lawn...

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