Long Clinks Poems

A Giant Poem for a Giant Storm

Old Man Frost is now boss.
All the warm is now lost.
Close your coat up so tight.
Get that nose out of sight.

Gray clouds grow large and loom.
Skies are dark with...

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Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."

Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and...

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(alternately titled: impossible mission goes awry
probably mortal enemy cast spell binding jinx)

Both mental versus
physical tasks necessitate
laser sharp attentiveness
triggered within blinks
similarly on par when people toast
momentary instance utter silence

before more'n one
wine glass simultaneously clinks
cheering hurray, especially
if...

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In Ordinary Cups

The blades of winter grind into the ice
like blood on a bitten lip
two lovers spin and twirl
The days pass from teacup to teacup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise...

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A Shakespearean Parody to Hamlet (“To be or Not to be..”)
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"Constant chimes and chimes of a bell
Connect men with their inner self
And create a state of marvel”
By the poet


Written 7 December 2023
Bells Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues


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The sun is setting
As she prepares her for evening
After dusk dinner with her lover in gardens over there
Basket of love all wrapped with love and flair

She sets down the cutlery
Pours two glasses of red wine
A...

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IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA 
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, 
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, 
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, 	SHRINKS, COLONEL 
CLINKS, BOSSES,...

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Look out into the darkness and hear the remnants of cities. 
The faint, ghostly echo of music wafting through the air, carried by the smell of cigarette smoke before it grows stale, 
that diffuses the...

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He step off the plane, his own plane, twin-engine Learjet,
The rain runs off his flat-brim as he glances up at the sky, the clouds
And with a glance at his wrist watch he follows his escort,...

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And my body becomes the delicate flower which he takes up my scent by his instinct 

He is breathing me in now sucking up my beauty as best his malignant will directs his olfactory---

I become...

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The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me 
when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco, 
fronting Union Square. I found his morals promising and conform 
to a...

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IN THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES

The angels are rushing and running left to right,
they are careful as wounded-soldier eyes plead
as thirty-five minutes ago...
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Soul,


"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time  and some youth left. What stays beautiful is...

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As I hear clinks of your cups
I can listen to orange sounds in your ample eyes
I can hear your obvious highs as if nearing a sea
Morning in a humming bee
You are busy at the mild...

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A frothy crown, pale as the whites 
Of eyes widened with fascination,
Perched on a robust body, deep as molasses.
Brooding; concealing a warm rapport.
But still so condescending, its stout posture
Condenses air to beads of sweat.

Invited, parched lips...

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The Sounds of Childhood

Remember the sounds:
Children on playgrounds,
Seesaws squeaking, squeals,
And roller-skate wheels.

The jukebox blaring,
Old tunes.  Girls dancing.  
Romantic love songs –
Young girls swoon along.

Mancala marbles. 
Clinks in wooden cups,
Loud laughs while playing,
Three cheers...

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Yellow cabinets, like sunflowers are planted on top of floral walls,
the sink is clean; the lemon scent still lingering in the corners, 
the cooker whistles, and the sound echoes excitedly, bringing smiles to the waiters,...

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My Life as a Car

Rusted and busted see my orange face
Used to grace the showroom place
See these broken eyelights that shone so bright
They saved your life one darkened night
Edsel body, wet shell to forget
Dear little...

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Dawn inspires with her captivating blend
of watercolor hues,
the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air,
the electric charge of the new.

See how she bleeds through the trees
and crests the mountains high
laying her grace, all over the...

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Sufficient hydration, she descended the sub-alpine track, distinctive inferno pine scent and the casuarina fragrance formed a perfume mix.

Arriving at a large rock, immediately crashes gently, her limbic suspension of both hands as a neutralizer...

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It ought to light up my being
With the color and passion
Of its crisp, browning magic
It ought to bring the sounds
Of fire crackle, warm abrasions
And unlimited clinks to hearths
Of every size and flavor
It ought to turn...

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here I go again
dipping into 
my well of inspiration
and coming up 
empty

how long has it been?
seems like
time has stopped,
stuck at 12 'o clock
stumped

this well
that I'm talking about
only has fumes
suffocating, then floating away to
nothingness

I stare blankly
and...

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The clinks and clanks                               ...

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unfettered Winter bomb…k’boom,
the flurries driven up the coast.
ferocious and furious gloom.
clinks bride and groom, the whiteout toast.

violence of blistering snow.
killer bees of vanilla sting.
in ev’ry direction it blows -
so merrily drunk, blusters, sings,

staggering into banks...

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