Clunk Poems - Poems about Clunk

...River makes its final clunk Between Hills Rolling boulders like turtle shells Empty of their mouths and hearts River bent Flailing legs and neck No longer reflects The sun and moon From wa......

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...My puppy ran past me with purpose I was thinking squirrel or rabbit Relieved he returned empty mouthed Not like the time he dropped a dead squirrel At my feet in the living room Frozen, it lan......

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...In most of my verse, my simple aim is just sorta to enter tame. Then, once inside ~ go completely hog wild ~ showing no reserve, showing absolutely no shame. "What do you think of m......

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...My typewriter was not a good typewriter, its keys were weighty, you had to use brain muscle to work it, nobody wanted it. My son unpacked a home computer. I stood by and watched as all the e......

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...l or despised. I shun touchy subjects and what nots. Cacoethes involves an impulse to which I'd never succumb, such as to do an act that might repulse - or maybe say something dumb. I wonder what could trigger this thing. Could it be a sound like "clunk" or the toll of a bell that might ring? Oh, I suppose that's just BUNK. A charcoal lump - Trump, a chump. So upset - fascist threat? I find it's wise practice not to speak ......

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...It's Christmas eve dawn and something is very wrong For the children unable to wait watching for Santa and it's late The stockings are empty not even a lump of coal no presents under the tree di......

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...I’m Onomato-pea-a The window is my home. I love the sounds of cooking At day, at dusk, and dawn. Mom clomps into the room And clicks on every light The curtain whooshes open, I wake up, “No ......

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...Our brains, the experts do opine, Have a left side, a right side, and a dividing line – But that daunting corpus callosum I fear to cross it - there to, here from. I started out upon a path O......

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...We were careful as we entered the dark barn. There are always hoes, rakes, and scythes lying around. You do not want to step on something that means stitches. I had done that before. What is gr......

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...Little bear expected to clunk his little soft head But his mother was swift, she did not want him dead She caught him with strong arms that were rather red.......

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...Lying in bed with blankets piled, body still furnace playing chicken never seems to kick on outside you can hear the winter wind howling and you don't want to face the cold night lying quietly yo......

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...The bell rang once, a faint tingle; clear, sharp in the cold, numbing air yet strangely muffled in the mist. All heard it, the distant, single; ting, behind the droning prayer. Though not a sou......

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...I’ve been told “things work out for the best” in that way each of us Divinely blessed God in control they say – if only Time didn’t hurt… I believe in life hereafter I believe no wrong G......

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...They are two freinds of a common cause. The company had documents alot of documents for everything. If you were sick with the flu you signed the flu document, or if you had stomped your toe you sign......

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...Afternoons in winter; When the hours seemed to drag, Were always made more bearable With grandma's button bag. The sound is unmistakable, The rattle, ting and clunk, Of the decades of col......

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