Clacks Poems - Poems about Clacks

... Turtle by the Door The bears and wolves are few, one threadbare widow mourning, two grays as consumptive as smoke. The large dwindle, their bodies grow more awkward, more at odds. The heav......

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...Normal people come in packs of six Some are born in cardboard boxes In suburbs, in summer, in campers In the middle of the middle night In middle class somewhere on a train Between clicks and c......

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...In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other A million milling from father to brother All speaking in a babel a million languages From clicks and keyboard clacks to switches and bandage......

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...** SCENES FROM HOME ** The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing The woman with her still raining, trickling water......

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...What is that central pole does it hold up a voice like a brazen spine? And the many rooms all of them built to be seen with no modesty nor privacy. Rooms where ......

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...Dancing with the angels Whirling around in space Taking so much comfort from Each serene unfeatured face, Spinning like a Dervish, Grasping the chance To evolve and develop this Ever more co......

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...Normal people come in packs of six Some are born in cardboard boxes In suburbs, in summer, in campers In the middle of the middle class In clicks and clacks on railroad tracks Rich people sho......

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...I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash. Silly Dudley Do-Right Simply isn’t that bright. Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash. Good villain, it is your turn to......

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...Dust wraps him from his head to toe; What more? - He's to bite the bullet, For he's been busted by his foe; Dust wraps him from his head to toe And rusts his heart. Is that his flaw? He clacks......

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...This eulogy is just ragged cliff notes to sum up his eighty two years but only the happy tones are used.. not a word about the drinking rages the black and blue children that affair with the b......

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... Turtle by the Door The bears and wolves are few; one threadbare widow mourning, two grays as consumptive as smoke. The large dwindle, their bodies grow more awkward, more at odds. The heav......

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...A former place this, a patch where roots rattle, where stubble has a ferrous frizzle. A long truncated railroad stop humming still within a surrogate reality. As dry voices on the wind, they retu......

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...I may not see the Wind, But I know it's there. I see it in a shaking leaf The moving clouds The empty soda can as it Clackety clacks down the street. I feel the Wind as a Summer's breeze I see......

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...The Manzanita clacks in gelid breezes like the clap of clacking bones. Reddish painted branches reach their grey, bent shadows on stone from hulking, brewing drifting welkins. Peeli......

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...Clickety clack, it's alright to say, time doesn't stand still, as the train clickety clacks away. Time never stands still, no, no, it can't and never will rolling on these beaten tracks; ......

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