Clog Poems - Poems about Clog

...The lawyer hopes, you get arrested. The disease hopes, you become Infected. The doctor hopes, you become ill. He supplies you with the pharmacy pill. The police hope you're......Read the rest...

... "Hey buddies. so what are we doing !" Looks around and the clique has snotty faces on, pedigree pinkies in the air. "You are not one of we, the beautiful approved ones. You are uncultured a......Read the rest...

...I am the quiet, rolling fog, With misty drops, I wish to clog, The air in hopes with you I might, Impair your mind and sense of sight. I come at night so not to warn, So that you’ll find me in......Read the rest...

...Although we had feared it, we watch in disbelief, our country’s Capitol, symbol of democracy, invaded by those wishing to overturn the government. Throngs of seditionists in MAGA hats clog t......Read the rest...

...The art was most masterful on the dark canvas. It seemed as though done by a gigantic genius Colours clashed, popped, hopped, splashed, and slashed like soap bubbles. Shades, strips, and spots w......Read the rest...

... "I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my bed/so much hating too much lying chaos just ......Read the rest...

...Too busy looking into mirrors of old to be present and joyous today; Wild wind is blowing the Sun’s shining you’re stuck in a room with no windows; To be present and joyous today take the b......Read the rest...

...No longer can you plan a trip When driving is the means, For calculating ETA’s Is like a hill of beans. Construction doesn’t help things, Though it keeps the traffic slowed, But the problem i......Read the rest...

...A bland Sunday Today, on an otherwise boring Sunday, I drove to the place on earth where I was truly happy It is a place along the coat that has mild rainfall in winters in summers a mild breeze k......Read the rest...

...No pushing or breaking of water It was a c-section that brought her But this is about What wouldn’t come out A poop just as big as my daughter! Perhaps it was pain medication To clog up and c......Read the rest...

...Crawling on my floor. I stare hazily at the intricacies of the wood grain and realize slowly all the messes in my way. Curl up, holding myself, prepare yourself darling life is a beautiful maze......Read the rest...

...The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind. Albert Einstein When whisperers are seen and colors are heard The......Read the rest...

...There is jazzy twirling activity down at the Beggar’s bog Dancing and whirling by the lucky horse shoe frog We see it happening, and we think St. Paddy’s Day Frog does a Celtic Irish clog dance th......Read the rest...

...I dig a spur of the moment into the feral flanks of a rocking horse. I belong to the stars and the wide-open anywhere. My heart belongs to Molly Maguire a colleen from the low bog country. N......Read the rest...

...There was a fiddler. How he loved to play! He had two sons. In wooden shoes they’d clog while he would fiddle, and his little dog would prance with them! They didn’t always stay inside their litt......Read the rest...