Clacked Poems - Poems about Clacked

...My feet are stuck in the muck, cried Chuck the duck. Sean the swan came to his rescue across the lawn, Chuck, grab my wing, and we’ll swing into the spring! Chuck used his beak, as chic feathers t......

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.... they beat the drum clacked on rock clicked their tongues clapped hands goading me on for mine gyrate with ......

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...He saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops, recalled that it was made for travelling musicians that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard. It was old and all wood. When he tap......

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...IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent. I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. The assistant behind the counter had shiny ......

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...Dorothea, was that truly her name? Does it matter after all these years so long passed the heartache of a child's tears? This tale remembered from a lifetime that unwinds once forgotten and ......

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...I saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops. I recalled that it was made for travelling musicians that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard. It was old and all wood. When I tap......

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...I was thirteen the first time I pinned my eyes on her She smelled of Italy, with peppermint breath that clung sweet each time she kissed me affectionately with love-caress She told stories o......

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...Seeking sight of another’s like for what thine own eyes like, Perchance a Starbuck drink ye’ drunk, or a sun dunked up a hike. For whom the post has pretended to be presented, I surely no longer......

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...When home computers made their way Into our homes, things changed And desks in dens or bedrooms Were cleared off and rearranged. The typewriter was certainly The first thing taken out, Tosse......

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...Old Jane Gallagher, she was fine, in that sun shining on an every-day-girl sort of way. Giggling as her checkers clacked and she stacked up her kings, funny how young women enter men’s sen......

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...I paused for a moment, clacked against the keys my fingers moved so fast almost like a breeze. The way I seen them move, I have never seen before but I could not stop myself and starte......

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...The Fall of the Onomatopoeian Empire By Elton Camp Onomatopoeia is a literary device Appeal to the senses is quite nice The comics often show us how By using biff and bang and pow The t......

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...To crouch beside him in the rows, Counting seeds beneath rainbows. Three in each hole, I’d count with glows. He let me help; his garden grows. To sell the pears he grew and picked. Red wagon ......

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...Sleepily the night's rain and morning fog Click-clacked upon leaf covered ground from the eaves Coating things even roosters' monologue Saturating it heavily so tight like basket weave One rooster s......

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...You lay in the wooden cot, a broken sparrow, Crushed. Bony. Frail. Hair once plumed gold, greyed to clumped feathers like ragged trampled wings, strawed out on the dank pillow. Face once blushed pin......

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