Long Clothespin Poems

7. Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing for “MATCH GUN” (6) that most boys acquire,
Small'S the chance...

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There's a leprechaun in my garden
stomping all over my soil,
I'm trying to prepare it for flowers
with the sweat of my brow, I've toiled.

He is extremely mischievous
he pees all over the place,
tries to kill my trees...

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These ideals I avoid
Perplex me most annoyed
So wrapped up in myself
Faith kneels down on a shelf
Lost beyond conceit here
This azure mirage sphere
Claims my journeys aren't done
Since trials have just begun

I let you down again
Rage abhors...

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                                Cutting onions without...

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The Unusual Ballad of Lily and Pierre

Feline Lily strolled one day
and behold who did she see,
Pierre, the Tom cat of her dreams 
under a cherry tree.

She gazed at him, he winked at her
from that day...

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When I was small
the starlings roosted one by one
on grandma’s party line wire
	(like jittery black clothespins)
to bandy their gossip back and forth
until the wire hummed
with their inanities.

By luck my slingshot found its mark.
One toppled from...

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SAY CHEESE

A block of blue with some scrumptious salad veins.
White american melted over my toasted hot philly
and wizz creatively squirted on crackers entertain.
Stinky limburger a treat — a clothespin-nose silly.

Shredded, sliced or block —
I’ll hide...

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Two metal T's with wire line in-between
a place to hang washed clothes that you cleaned
Wooden clothespin to pinch and hold
even unmentionables to the world you showed
The sunny sun and warm wind
would in no time dry...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I'm a caveman who carries a club.
I'm very dirty because I live in a cave and I've never seen a bathtub.
My body smells like manure and my hair smells like pee.
People...

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The house where I grew up
Came with a clothesline in the back,
A dryer being something that
Most homes those days did lack.

I learned to hang the towels,
Overlapping just a bit,
Since by doing so, more laundry
On the...

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A Little Boy is
	Jelly on his face
	Dirt under his nails
	A patch on his knee
	String trailing from 
	One pocket and
	A frog in the other

A little boy is 
	A bag of marbles in	
	His right hand and
	Licorice in...

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Does that old clothespin feel the cold
Worry about its aged look
Sun dried, rain tinted, grayed

Does it think about the “clothing”
Children’s flapping diapers
Growing to blue jeans

The “old man’s” shirts
He’s still working
As is the clothespin

Mostly it gets...

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A rocking chair made of old cloths pegs. 
A handmade doll made of scraps of old rags.
Its not an expensive designer handbag.
But any girl in the world would be glad.

As This gift comes from me...

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