To make it on the stage, in this day and age,
I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about.
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out,
went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout,
the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about,
went to my family Doctor, gotta have a bottle of Clout,
he said, 'Ya gotta go cold turkey, you'll have to go without.'
There's no doubt about it, I need a bottle of Clout,
gonna shout about it, 'What d'ya think I need?
'Well, yes indeed, I need me a bottle of Clout.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' such self-doubt,
went to the nearby Grocer, said, 'Gimme a bottle of Clout.'
She said, 'I'd like to help ya boy, but now, ya just struck out.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all burned out,
went to the downtown Dealer, to score a bottle of Clout,
he said, 'You're outta luck man, there's none of it about.'
Yeah, it's an affliction, wish I could lose,
it's my addiction, I got them mean ol' bottle of Clout blues.
Categories:
clout, fun, humorous, silly, word
Form: Rhyme
I don't need you bragging
About all the ways you left me out.
I don't need you arguing
About all the ways you gave me clout.
Categories:
clout, abuse, anger,
Form: Quatrain
The Rules people flout
Often send them out:
For their replacement a scout
For viable hands I’d tout …
Their exit sure in the next bout
And as sure on their lips a pout.
The Rules you flout
Might your dreams rout:
Agonized squeals force out
Of your agonized snout;
The Howls after a clout!
The strict Rules People Flout
Make them a Piece of Doubt
Mirror image of Lout.
Categories:
clout, absence, character, education, people,
Form: Rhyme
iron dome roost
kiln bruise
spoilt rattle crease
Categories:
clout, words,
Form: Haiku
When vultures cast sardonic smiles on his waning soul
Rehearsed their hisses for a feast of agony and epitaph
She gripped the moment and clawed her nails into his skin
Like pikes into a lover’s cross
A wake-up call struck the mind of the silent falling ghost
Whispered like a distant ceremonial angel in spiked disguise
Lit a scented candle and disavowed her festering claws
Scars turned into lightening stars
The wounds became too loose for manicured incisions
Thus he wound free from cynical talon’s lacerations
‘Keep the coffin with broken seals and rusty hinges’
Return to sender mailer demon unbeknown
26th May 2019
Categories:
clout, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Limerick : Once a lazy Lout without any clout
Once a lazy Lout without any clout
Entered politics though hampered by gout
Party voted him Chief
Being good at misChief
Now UN wants him for what ? Ne’er a doubt !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
clout, political,
Form: Limerick
So self-immersed with political clout
You've broken our trust as you strut and flout
Pork barrels take precedence
Over need and common sense
Treat us like subjects and we'll vote you out!
Categories:
clout, political
Form: Limerick
Up the flowing-stream
Against the light beams
Through the mystic greens
I walk in delight.
Sweat drops to persist
Breathe free in the twists
Each step will resist
Inhale water’s mists.
Cool air push unwinds
Truth now redefined
Rocks get personified
Lead one to new heights.
Blessings ripple to float a water song;
Meet the divine to whom we belong?
Categories:
clout, life
Form: Free verse