Clunky Poems - Poems about Clunky

...A ship's cook  The sea is dark, clunky, and calm today slowly undulate  turns white where the ship's bow has plowed a furrow that stretches for miles. Gulls still follow us, shrieking and wai......Read the rest...

...clunky chunky unfamiliar words not easily understood due to their tweets and pops shoving themselves against my dendrite highway hidden yet acutely felt dancing the brain Watusi I wonder if I w......Read the rest...

...UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart thro......Read the rest...

...It was years ago a lonely year. a more clunky and mechanical age, a dial-up decade. He sent out needy signals. Eventually a divorced lady from Doncaster responded. Sensual seeds were plant......Read the rest...

...I let you cut my hair. Whether you were doing well Or about to make a fool Of your only daughter Completely irrelevant As I focused on your Darting nervous eyes The wrinkles in the corners Ti......Read the rest...

...Times have changed at such a fast rate With technology I don’t understand I feel like an alien in my own world Im so completely out of date! Oh, for the simple days of little frustration When ......Read the rest...

... the snow was falling ... the wind blowing it in drifts ... here and there and it was real cold oh, gosh that snow was bad but pretty like a winter wonder......Read the rest...

...It was a younger time, a clunky age a dial-up decade. Not knowing why or why he should not, he sent out needy signals into the vast unseen seeking worlds populated with only females. Man......Read the rest...

...Great-Dancing Monkey Funky monkey Not Ben and Jerry’s! Chunky Monkey Servant Baboon Monkey flunky Monkey in Chains Clunky Monkey Too Long Near Skunk Cage Skunky monke......Read the rest...

...Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (an NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?” Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfit......Read the rest...

...Among the many things that sit Forgotten in our shed, My son’s old bicycle called out, Just messing with my head. I finally decided that The time had come to see If it could be restored enoug......Read the rest...

...Many years after leaving London I return to the city it is still dreaming of better days. I am burdened with landscaped memories, recordings taken with out-of-date electronics; one is a Betam......Read the rest...

...A heron shoots a glassy eye keeps fishing by doing nothing. Oars slap water. An early sun crashes through the mist intent on warming eggs in lakeside nests. Slap go the oars, a clunky-swoosh......Read the rest...

...In those early days we bought a used TV set. A gypsy fortune-teller had predicted many televisions in our life together. Thus when the TV conjectured the possibility of ......Read the rest...

...Oars slap water, a heron watching, fishing, being still as stone. An early sun crashing through the mist intent on warming eggs. Oars sweep a clunky-swoosh, white wake burbles. Row slo......Read the rest...