Clutch Poems - Poems about Clutch

how much could we clutch able to reach out and touch which was Dutch and such...

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It draws near to God In union with believers In union with His truth Owning His promises Of things yet future Happening as He said Its use is rewarded Giving proper viewpoint Knowledge and insight Revealing His will Creating a closer walk The key to pleasing God Looking to inherit His future deliverance With a stark naked oath Never turning back Never abandoning hope Which death cannot thwart Shuns "Pharaoh's command" Accepting present peril To...

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Edenical clutch Adam & Eve bonsai bare side of moon it’s bright and sinless light seems a world away ...

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In the labyrinth of shadows, where trees clutch the forest's shade like a hidden talisman, Like old, diligent guardians, they embrace the unknown stories of the night, Hidden under the petal of an ethereal flower, a hidden world whispers secrets, Under the azure sky, previously unknown, limitless horizons unfold. Our love takes shape from a distant star, seeking paths...

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The dark glare of a winter sky flickers; it is a cold sky power move. We can feel the light dying, passing away willingly. The day was short but it rubbed us raw and the light painted itself in grey eyes. We turn on occasional lamps. Secretly huddle around heartbeats. So it ends, nothing to watch now except a travel show on the Florida Keys. It may...

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No matter how fast I run, or how high I climb, It always escapes me, that being called “Time” It is a cunning sparrow, taunting with each rasp But with each step nearer, flies out of my grasp Fleeing from my hands, away from my clutch Just millimeters away but not enough to touch Running up a steep mountain, I lunge...

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I paused, the moonlight to inhale As I put my steep climb on hold Thick grape vines held tight in my grasp. On I climbed to clutch a buttress My breath reduced unto a gasp. On I clambered higher to clasp The dark hued castle tower cap I donned my rig to glide away And soar over broad moonlit vale. 7/5/2021 Writing Prompt -...

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We're down by two to the state champs, here we come ...

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Touch Then Clutch Much Horn Haiku you should always touch then end up having to clutch did a lot and much James Horn...

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Deliberate donkey was visiting one day, when he went out to play. I was pretty stern when I told him not to wander too far away. My daughter and I were going to take a little nap at a quarter ‘til two. I told him if he came back to the house too soon he would have...

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Touch and Clutch My Mother Much Just right for Mother's Day My mother I will always want to touch; Hold her in my arms and closely clutch; Now is dead; Tears shed; Each moment meant to me so much. Jim Horn...

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Something had to give Or, it was going to break …shatter …explode into fragments so sharp they could sever gravity The machine had been running on vapors for far too long Nothing oiled Nothing lubed Everything got too hot too quickly Everything groaned, screeched, & whined as it threatened to seize Irreparable Each piece, to the tiniest, was twisted, and skewed six ways from Sunday It...

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Touch and Clutch Much There are those men who like to touch; Happy when women are in their clutch; Definitely endowed, And very proud, And are always enjoying it very much. Jim Horn Congressional after hours activities....

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yet the people rebelled against me in the wilderness locusts and wild honey he poured out his wrath on them yet i did what would keep it from profaned in the eyes of the fighting nations do not follow the idols of your ancestors the sacred river flowing dirt remnants of burnt carcass yellow flowers merging with clotted blood naked sanyasis dancing in the charnel...

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We meet every morning in the coffee shop, opening our eyes with a bold cup of java. Chatting about the daily news in the paper, the controversy, hardship and damnation between lines in the pages. Our beverages getting cold as we talk with reservation and restraint, exercising political correctness, morality and the like. Our joy is...

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