Long Clue Poems
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[Verse 1]
I was safe inside a wooden box,
Fresh and clean, no scars or knocks,
Never knew what lay outside,
Till someone grabbed me, threw me wide.
[Verse 2]
Then came a crack that broke my soul,
Sent me flying out of control—
Over fences, into the crowd,
Lost in cheers, I’m nowhere now.
[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t know what I was for,
Just flying faster than before.
[Chorus]
Then he hit me, sent me sky-high,
Over the fence, into the sky,
Past the crowd’s loud roar and spark—
Out of the game, right out of the park.
Tossed and battered, bruised and torn,
No clue if I was lost or born,
But in that chaos, hands so small
Caught me steady, saved it all.
[Verse 3]
I’d felt the dirt, the glove’s hard squeeze,
The smacks and slides that brought me to my knees,
But never knew what any of it meant,
Till he held me close, my torment spent.
His eyes were bright, his smile true,
No crowd, no score, just something new—
A quiet warmth, a soft embrace,
A brand-new world, a safer place.
[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t know what love could be,
Till he showed it gently holding me.
[Bridge]
I was just a ball, beat and worn,
Thrown around, left tired and torn,
But sometimes breaking free from pain
Leads to a place you’ll call your own again.
Out of the box, out of the dark,
Into the hands that healed my heart—
A home run found me in that park,
Not just a ball... a beating heart.
[Final Chorus]
Then he hit me, sent me sky-high,
Over the fence, into the sky,
Past the crowd’s loud roar and spark—
Out of the game, right out of the park.
Tossed and battered, bruised and torn,
No clue if I was lost or born,
But in that chaos, hands so small
Caught me steady, saved it all.
[Outro – soft spoken]
Out of the park...
Into a friend’s heart.
They try too hard
It's comical.
No one,
Absolutely no one,
Should ever,
And I mean, EVER
Sound so desperate
To help someone
They don't know
From a can of paint
Especially from afar,
About fixing
What isn't broken in the first place!
Use common sense;
Be mindful of all
The obvious tells.
Are you being sold a bridge
Too dilapidated to cross?
Is the joker at the other end
Lowering the boom
Of doom on you?
Listen carefully.
Are you being told
To act fast
Before it's too late?
That alone
Should be a clue to
Hang up the phone
With lightning speed -
Click!
Date written: 02/27/2023
ALONE IN THE POURING RAIN
I’m standing between
twilight and the night...
out in the pouring rain
I haven’t got a clue,
of what to do…
or where to go from here…
I’m stuck between my courage, and my fear
Chorus
Now, I’m all alone, and
everything just feels so wrong
With no clear answers,
to the questions, I must face
I’m almost done, with this life
where I don’t belong
I just don’t remember who I am,
or my name…
I’m all alone standing out here,
in the pouring rain.
Can you help me to,
find my way…
to take the first train back to me
My mind has fallen a little off track…
at least, it seems that way to me
There’s a man in the mirror,
and I don’t know why...
he’s staring back at me…
I just can't see, what he wants to see
Chorus
Now, I’m all alone, and
everything just feels so wrong
With no clear answers,
to the questions, I must face
I’m almost done, with this life
where I don’t belong...
I just don’t remember who I am
or my name...
I’m all alone standing out here,
in the pouring rain.
Bridge
I just want to go back home,
wherever it is, that it might be…
I don’t think I should be alone
Doesn’t someone recognize me?
Don’t you recognize me?
Repeat chorus Fade
Copyright
John Derek Hamilton
July 09,2018
Unlike any other pebble thrown in the well
This one has a bombshell story to tell
Sam ran into this Jack on the trail
Jack says, stop you, Sam what in the hell
Yon mountain dew my dish I only Impale
Sam, takes a big breath then did exhale
Jack, this why your attack will fail
Love over lust will always prevail
Twisted hands yet acts still do dispel
Knowing lasting a minute Jack, he withheld
Even though his sword is gigantic fish tail
Penetrating blade, she sang perfectly fit well
Exploding an ocean from left hand rang bell
Copy cats learned the lesson well
Screaming demon bloody hell
Repeated thrust by each forces do compel
Blades sparking fires causing heat pulsating swell
Sam I am says, Jack sass I fly and sail
Matters not will I am dies in this hell’s hail
Sam, Stubbornly, Steadily, Stating
Living, Loving, Lighted, Life
Know, Knowledge, Killing, Knife
Instantly, Inspiring, Inspirational, Imagination
Fearless, Faithfully, foucking, forward
Changed frequency has
Elevated DNA
Beyond parted red sea
Yet ye, electronically sent me
Invitation conversation
Sam I am, highest mountain can
Impulse one source to keep on course
Unless mirror view gives you wrong clue
High a top alpine be clear view
Lilith’s seduction let turned loose
Incubus draining creative juice
Surfing or sailing the course
Course corrections off course
Trying to connect to the source
Dangerously drifting fighting flow
Consider this condition though
And that’s just sail where the wind goes
Is flowing with the force source code
Spring song birds and bees
Summer heat harvested treat
Fall’s before the freeze
Turn no to that which is depraved
Single solitude be course right
The light of wisdom in the dark
Brings forth understanding then know
Love yourself means love enemy
This is what it takes them to live
Sam I no matter what trail face
Power source lies into forgive
Rise so Sam I am
Vibration changing color
Loving all as one
Anchored at the base
Sam’s climb straight up mountain face
Fingers bloody bone
Dripping down mountain stone face
Ledge appears in front of cave...
Form:
I want to feel love and respect
With someone special the need to connect..
I want to feel that I alone matter
That I come first and never be the latter.
I want to be someones love acclaimed
Not someone who is to be ashamed
I want a love that cannot be defied
One that will not hide.
I want to be loved for me
Not for what someone wants me to be.
I want to be accepted for who I am
For I am no meek mild lamb.
I am so much more than expected
And yes I do sometimes need to be protected
But will always throw down and fight
For all that I believe is right.
I am simple and complex
For some days I surely do vex
But I will never ever hex
Unless said someone is an ex.
From my love I want affection
No one wants to feel rejection
I want to feel like I am needed
Not like I am someone to be be heeded.
Can anyone really love me for me?
Will my heart anyone truly see?
When it comes to me is there any clue?
Who is my true love? Is it you?
You have never tasted chocolate
‘Til you’ve had yourself a bite
Of a truffle bought in Belgium,
Like the one I had tonight.
Purchased on my last vacation –
Seemed it was the thing to do –
I had not yet had a nibble
‘Cause I didn’t have a clue.
But a visit from my daughter
Was the motivating force
And it only took a tiny taste
To fill me with remorse.
For my mouth became electric
From a chocolate so intense
That the small amount I purchased
Didn’t make a lot of sense.
Oh, at times I must acknowledge
Making one colossal goof
And if you could taste this truffle,
You’d have all you need as proof.
Proffered no reprieve, led was I like cow
By clinic’s nurse to slaughterhouse, I thought,
The wise me cursing the rebel me now,
All mute, betwixt devil-pain-and-doc caught.
Take thermal waves— weighty words waft from her,
And every day— we can’t let it get worse—
She, pontiff like, her wisdom did aver,
I learn to live with pain, whilst me to curse.
Oh for a thankless lingering long time,
Yet, pain nor problem wanes both wind their way,
Docs have reasons that to them only rhyme:
I need take a good look at your x ray,
I feel as if caught in a lifetime’s crime—
Caught red-handed with a bleeding knife, say.
Yea, caught red-handed, knife still bleeding red,
No sign of malignant growth, he declared
As he scanned my x ray, felt elated
To hint that he favoured me, for, he glared
At me to pose: how kind heart he’s within,
Then, his eyes enlarging more than somewhat,
Said, see that growth on left hidden therein,
I sure have reasons to doubt it than naught.
But doc, I see naught else but fore-arm bone,
Humerus bone as you call, but I view
It as rather funny, fun too far gone,
But felt, silence is patients’ sole virtue,
On wrong side of stick— hurting bone my own,
Wordless I weighed for his weighty clue.
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Crown of sonnets | 03.11.2012, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: Here are sonnets III and IV of a sequel of ten sonnets constituting one single poem called a crown of sonnets. The last line of the preceding sonnet is repeated as the first line of the next sonnet, but not verbatim; nor is the first line of the first sonnet is repeated as the last line of the tenth as is. The sestets are either a quartet and a couplet or two sets of three-lined Terza Rima. Hurt is the place from where light enters, and it did, I realized after my long-drawn medical treatment.
I rhyme with an article that covers a crack.
This clue is worn right under your back.
I’m just a moth in search of a flame.
Many think I’m a fool… can you guess my name?
I rhyme with a word that means down under.
I’ve had some success and many a blunder.
My words and actions, have brought about shame.
I’ve worn a dress and makeup… can you guess my name?
I try to be funny with my words of wit.
My face is ugly and looks like a popped zit.
My act was short in my ten minutes of fame.
My reign here is over… can you guess my name?
Christmas has ended, so take down your wreath.
Give us a smile and show us some teeth.
There are no rules for this curtain call.
Those are your clues, good luck to you all.
A new guy I’d met said to me,
“We ought to have cake by the sea.”
As he gazed in my eyes,
I did not realize
He spoke metaphorically.
A tiny bikini I wore
That day we strolled down to the shore.
No cake did I see,
Which seemed odd to me
Since cake was the thing I’d come for!
He’d hidden it. . .. That was my notion.
I went with him into the ocean.
With a smug attitude,
He said, “Let’s get nude.
Let’s roll with those waves; make some motion!”
I told him, “No way I’ll get nude.
I don’t even know you well, Dude!”
He leaned in for a kiss
Which I tried hard to miss,
But he GOT me. That guy was so rude!
Returning at last to the beach
(which I thought that we never would reach),
He said, “Don’t act funny.
Just give me some honey.
I think you’re as sweet as a peach.”
I said, “Where’s this CAKE anyway?
In your car? Is it hidden away?”
He said, “Here’s a clue.
The frosting is YOU.”
I was mad; hardly knew what to say!
He wasn’t my type. The mistake
Of sleeping with him I’d NOT make.
I said, “Have you no hunch?
Girls just wanna have lunch!
I regret just one TASTE of your cake!”
Written Aug 12, 2016 for the Contest of Julia Ward
Like the RI agent in Waterloo
Or ATSF in Timbuktoo
What you do with that power is up to you
If it’s sweet for most and sour for few
Most likely the work you've got to do
Needs to be governed by the point of view
That the greatest good leaves the fewest few
In the cold and dark without a clue
Of how to join hands with the precious few
With their hands on the levers just because they knew
Someone who'd pay the fiddler with a great big "Thanks"
For a tune they could carry all the way to the bank
For a tune they could marry to the clink and the clank
Of the the coin as it bounces down the Well of the Soul
Through the hole in your pocket as we cede control
Of the train as it heads down the parallel tracks
That converge to the point where you'll never get back
What might have seemed a trifle when you let it go
As it barrels past the mem'ry of "Never Thought So"
It's a downbound train on a one-way track
And if you're climbin' aboard you will never come back
But you will recall the faces of the ones who said, "Wait!"
In all the many places right before "It's Too Late"
Which you think one stop ahead of "Where You Are"
As you see it disappearing from that very last car
Of the train that brought you here to "Now You're Where You Are"
As you pass the last stop that was "Just Too Far"