Long Clincher Poems
Long Clincher Poems. Below are the most popular long Clincher by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Clincher poems by poem length and keyword.
Some say there's nothing poetic about blue-collar work.
I'm here to prove them wrong.
What is a poem?
For one, it has rhythm.
"Well, where's the rhythm
in a discordant jumble of a thousand tools
all clamoring for dominance over my ears?"
It's smack-dab in the middle -
where you hear clanging and banging,
I hear the smooth, even strokes
of a well-swung hammer.
Where you hear chopping and whirring,
I hear the harmony
of a saw producing a masterpiece.
What else constitutes poetic achievement?
Diction and language.
"Well, sure, there's all kinds of
colorful language among those types -
not the kind of language I meant!"
To that, I say, read my musings,
hear my words and see
if you can say without lie
that there's no fine vocabulary present.
A coarse man in the company of other similar types,
one may come home
and show his refined and eloquent side.
What is a poem?
One more thing it has is sometimes rhyme.
"What, now you're going
to come right out and say
that you all speak in rhyme?
You must be joking."
To which I reply,
look me in the eye,
and see if you detect any jest;
For those of us down, in the mud and the dirt,
may look the sort to be simple and curt;
But we can sure rhyme with the best.
What do the poetic greats have?
A mastery of their form.
"Well, here, in this final point
has got to be my clincher;
There's no way you guys
are spitting out haiku and so on."
To this I say that here
lies the winning facet of my argument, not yours -
for you need look no further than the piece before you;
Two lines to start, four groups of a dozen,
and two at the end -
I dare say that that is indeed some kind of form.
One more job done, another task complete -
this humble poem of frustration and explanation.
Dudes, Check out old State U's latest course catalog:
OK, Business 101: 'Marijuana - Get High and Stay High'
Here's Economics 101: 'Laws of THC Demand and Supply'
And alright! Sociology 101: 'Gender Identity and your Dog'
Wow! How 'bout Diversity 101: LGBTQ Conversion Issues Guide'
OK, Psychology 101: Alcohol, Drugs and Transgender Pride'
Here's History 101: America's Founder's Lives Don't at all Matter
And alright! Nutrition 101: Hundreds of ways to Cook Bugs for your Platter
And here's the clincher: 'Eradicate America's Evils' Lecture Series
Featured speakers include Kim Jong Un, Jinping Xi, and Sanders, Bernie
DON'T DELAY! SIGN UP TODAY! OPERATORS ARE STANDNG BY...
There was a person I could not visit,
That outside of dreams I craved.
A person that transcended thought,
To whose memory I became enslaved.
Because lapsed time had given me,
Thoughts that bound me hard and fast.
I was left to ponder things about her,
If she were a dead hand of the past.
I recalled the few seed I'd planted,
Praying God's word in her would grow.
That He'd sent another to water this seed,
And if it sprouted, somehow I'd know.
Then one overcast day to my surprise,
Her posting which housed the clincher.
From this brief letter our lost was found,
And launched anew, friendship's adventure.
I stepped in for my first colonoscopy. I was nervous everyone could see
I had a choice to be awake or put out if I was skittish...but no not me
I chose the former so I could watch my own ass on TV
They go right up your canal with a camera like an RV
Imagine my surprise when up my butt they found my phone
The tiny ones they use to make before the smart cell phone
But here's the clincher it was set on vibrate. The doc was suspicious
"My wife insisted" I told him "she bribed me with cake. It was delicious"
Then the doctor red faced handed me something, said "what's this"
I borrowed his bifocals. It was a rolled up playbill. He looked pissed.
"I can explain. It's dated Sep. 8, 2001. That's my wife's 40th birthday
We were drinking. We lost it, got a fancy room right after the play"
He handed me one more thing, a broken pencil if you will
"I'm a mathematician. I was constipated I took a special pill
Then I used math to work it out with a pencil. This one I suppose
It broke. I thought I got it all. I guess I didn't. I mean who knows?"
The good news is the test went well my colon was clear
They found nothing threatening just stuff that was *****
I must admit however ever since that very day I live in absolute fear
That doctor knows my wife's father. I tell you this, in case I disappear
10/02/2014
They’re bargain basement bimbos, checkout chicks:
they know me, but I don’t recall their names.
“Good morning, sir!” Oh, no – the same old fix!
Unrecognizable, these dime-store dames!
Guess Karen? Sharon? Best not play those games.
Ignore her utterly? I wouldn’t dare.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m nobody’s Ving Rhames,
George Clooney neither. Pass me on the stair,
You’d hardly notice me. I’m barely there!
If I played Center for the New York Knicks,
or had the chutzpah of a Jesse James,
I’d understand it. Big in politics?
No. Humble teacher, me. I have no claims
to specialness. My somewhat boring aims
include (the sort of thing you, too, will share)
avoiding small embarrassments and shames,
to get through life unbuffeted by care.
Why hit with “Hello, Sir”? It isn’t fair!
But girls are all extensions, highlights, flicks,
and knowing this protects me from the flames!
I scrutinize her curls and bangs and licks,
and then I say, to cast away all blames,
and neutralize the misery that maims,
“It’s you!! I’ve always loved the tops you wear!
Are those new glasses? I adore those frames!”
(It works, if you apply a little flair!
And then the clincher.) “Have you changed your hair?”
We had the craziest time in Istanbul
We were stuck for three months during
the ongoing Pandemic
The bustling city lost it’s rhythm and rhyme
Like a heart that misses a beat one day at that time
The streets grew empty the Café’s were shut
The people were few and the weekends were curfew
There was no Funicular to greet me.
Hotels were shutting one after another
We changed eight different ones till it was time to go
We were lucky and chose to stay in front of the
Bosphorus Sea once more
This was a blessing and a clincher for me.
My companions now were the gulls
And the different ships and hulls
And the best of all was the wide open sea.
We would walk the promenade
And keep ourselves fit so that the virus doesn’t
give us a hit.
The sea was our guide and friend
When we felt lost then
To our utter delight one day we saw
Dolphins swimming in the sea
From that moment I knew nature was
the truest companion who stood by me
We braved it all and came home safe to
Our beautiful family.
Dated: 20.08.2020
Choice 2: Craziest time in..
I had my tonsils taken out
When I was in first grade.
My younger brother did as well
And we were both afraid.
We didn’t really get it but
We somehow understood
That wearing P.J.’s in the car
Would lead to nothing good.
While driving to the doctor’s
There was time for me to think
And come up with a plan. (Such acts
Are field days for a shrink.)
The oldest child had privileges
So if worse came to worst,
I got my mom to promise that
My brother would go first.
The deal was made, so I relaxed
Until the doc was prepped,
The ether waiting for my bro,
If promises were kept.
But herein comes the clincher –
I was dragged in first and cried,
Not only for the surgery –
My mom had flat-out lied!