Long Clutch Poems
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Compliments
(,Guy talking to girl)
Hello beautiful
How are you
Did I tell you a delegate rose or flower
The lady of the hour
You have the mind of a genius
Your spirit is calm and soothing
When I feel down
You make me want to keep moving or keep going
That flower, I will continue to plant seeds and keep growing
I want to be in your mind space
Love your thoughts
We are on another level
Connections like that can't be bought
Compliments
To one another
Opening up
To each other
Compliments are a necessity
Sometimes, it brings out the best of me
(Girl talking to guy)
Hello
Handsome
You looking nice
Got the beard clean and the trim cut
You look good
I like it so much
Let's go on a date
Let me grab my clutch
I can talk to you all day
Have our conversations on replay
Fast forward, rewind ,
Keep Compliments coming All the time
It lifts you up
Gives you confidence
For sure
Takes away all the blur
Compliments
To one another
Opening up
To each other
Compliments are a necessity
Sometimes, it brings out the best of me
I like it
I love it
Let's make
something of it
(Repeat 1x
Compliments
To one another
Opening up
To each other
Compliments are a necessity
Sometimes, it brings out the best of me
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/14/2024
I follow an unseen trail of your seductive perfume
through the sand plains and dune spines,
the moon beams a target on your Temple
a wave of shadow glow in the deep night,
the cloak of my heart flutters
as I see you, gowned in the youth of star light,
a woman with no age, fresh and ready for love
in secret chamber made for the pulse of passion
a shelter from storm and sorrow,
You greet me as Warrior with eyes radiant in hunger
a smile that ravishes my final impulse of suspicion,
you tell me to let struggle escape from shoulders stiff
to remove my worry of what if and the clutch of false desires,
the need for your erotic enclosure of my body ensues
my heart and hardened limb speak the same language
an ancient tongue of wonderlust
want wettens my thirsty mouth for you,
I claim you as my Goddess of divine caress,
leading me into your valley of honey cream
we elope into the eclipse of desert bliss -
J.A.B.
Painting: 'Ophelia'
Artist: John Everett Millais
John Millais, today I pose, frozen, just for you -
a blank canvas, your lonely, soul-saddened muse.
Love me with the iridescence of your inspiration.
I am whoever they want me to be -
Beata Beatrix to Dante Rossetti.
But to you I am Ophelia, and we are alone.
Allurement to your compulsion to create and paint,
ever patient, never late, though this ice-shimmery water
slices my nicety, has me tingling hypothermic-faint.
I breathe sleepy, big-bloomed poppies;
purple panicles glitter in my lungs like starburst pinnacles.
Water-mirror reflects back crystalline light, fern-feathered pool.
The flame-copper fronds of my hair
unfurl in your fantasy; my beauty bends like a willow
to softly kiss your canvas, your brush caresses my curves.
I hope your fame remembers my reality
and how my vision camera-caught your creativity.
On glacial, arctic wastes of my wasted mind, blanked by laudanum,
whitened by nauseous opium, colour-clouds burst,
water lilies open starry pink hands in a pool of jewels.
This cold clutch is finally unclenching.
My stillborn child, that crib-cooled one,
light-cradled, thaws the bone-biting chill,
reclaims me from this dream-drowned prismatic pool.
8 July 26
In a land where shadows cast their might,
A group of educators, brave and bright,
Stood as champions with a common plea,
To set their nation's children free.
Amidst the rolling hills, they gathered near,
Their vision, a beacon, bold and clear,
To mould a system is fair and just,
In which every child could freely trust.
Ms. Lotus, their unwavering guide,
With passion burning, she did confide,
"Our mission's aim, so stubborn,
Is to break the chains of an unjust reputation.”
With voices like a thunderous wave,
They sought to mend what none could save,
A pebble cast in waters deep,
A transformation from a dream to keep.
The first decree, a radiant sunbeam,
"Access for all," their hopeful dream.
School doors flung wide, a welcome sight,
For every child, a guiding light.
"Targeted support," the next they wrote,
For those in need, a lifeline to tote.
A hand reaching out, a caring touch,
To lift each child, their spirits clutch.
Then "Inclusion" took its place,
A celebration of every face.
Diversity as strength, they'd teach,
A tapestry where all could reach.
With "Quality" like fertile ground,
Education blossomed all around.
A garden of knowledge, rich and grand,
Where eager minds could understand.
"Accountability," the final vow,
To raise the bar, to make them plough,
Through challenges, they'd climb so high,
No child is left behind, under the sky.
Years rolled on, a transformation bold,
Their tale of change, a story told,
Of shadows turned to hopeful light,
A dream now realised, burning bright.
Allegory weaves their tale with grace,
Of educators who dared to chase,
A vision born of unity,
To set their nation's children free
Take my mind
I offer it to You
If it goes blind
It comes anew
Hold my mind tight
Never let it go
Take it off fright
All I forego
With the time on my mind
I gave my mind one job
To lean on You for all to bind
That in higher grounds, You lob
Mind paints my weaknesses
It is You Who paints purposes
Heart paints my strengths
Yet You alone determines it lengths
You are my architect of life
That designs the fire in my eyes
To burn down the cold strife
And I only watch as each dies
My childhood, its layout was of a touch
A plan I had then, so articulate it was
My adulthood, it has plans in clutch
Cleverness, no doubt should be the cause
My brain sew and show the way sometimes
My mind preserves the truth most times
My hands paint lies- hurtful image on drywall
But my heart embedded calluses from every fall
Mind creating images to heal my heart
Without words, I caress the sky like a mime
See how different parts God designed by His art
More to say is each different role(s) so awesome
My hands are the only friend I see
Between my heart and mind that holds
Together their diff. cum similar., it foresee
Lies, truths, fairness and cruelty, it unfolds
It paints the world coz You hold it
Don't let go, grip pretty firm, or else am lost
If You try to loose off Thy hands, yes
I ...... in the wind that will soon exhaust
My hands ride in the wind, Your fingerprint
Because Your blessings cream my mind's traces
Perfectly to aid the clause match in blueprint
Masterpieces waving goodbye to say hello to places
My mind's age is in every turning page
My heart's care dares every running rage
I treasure the feelings of mind smiling
To sanction the emotions of heart piling
I extend my mind without flipping the trees, bye
I heal my heart moments when lost casting clock
The interlock of them two will be of tie
Unless I skip the will from within to knock
Yet in my mind and heart, their connection isn't enough
To say how great it is of the Lord's goodness
For many are ones both have forgotten in fluff
More in bit of bit continues to make up their brightness
Hallelujah!
i watch the eagle soar
through this crimson hued sky
as i inhale
this sultry air
and gasp
a new day is dawning
yet my thoughts linger
as i clutch memories
of yesterday's now past
i can't grasp these thoughts
twisting through my head
like vines on old trees
as they hold on tight
choking words
like a noose
around neck
i stutter
through sullen whispers
dropping to my knees
as i clasp my hands
in prayer
looking for answers
i'll never find
i hear the screams
of this eagle
echo in my head
as he lands
on the bough
above
silence breaks
like twigs
and minds
snapping
as a rabbit
scurries for cover
in the thicket nearby
knowing death
was not his fate
this day
i hear the trickle
of a stream
in the distance
as tears trace
my face
wondering why
it was yours
as memories
glide on by
June 29, 2021
Grasp Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Yes, yes, I see you
Dang it all
I think my clutch is going out
I'm sorry your homeless
But I have to secure my clutch
I sat there, right there
In that chair
The very chair where you told me
I can't help you
My clutch is secure
On the corner, the corner where people pass
There he is
Scruffy, stinky, without a hope bum
You can't help them
Be sure to hold your clutch
In that building, that erect building
Proclaiming salvation
But closing the door after every show
Taking and building
A clutch so secure the vehicle can't move
Clutch crowd cowers continually....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-13-2026
BLONDE – ABSENT MINDED OR FAIR?
CLIENT
Goodness, gracious me,
Come over here and see,
How did you dare,
You have no flair,
My hair now’s dark,
It should be fair,
You’ve cut too much,
Let go don’t clutch,
I asked for just a trim,
You said your name is Kim?
Kim, you’ve made a mess,
I must confess.
I wanted fair and long,
Hello –ding dong!,
Can’t you even hear,
My absent minded dear,
My color’s on,
But now you say that some,
Colors do not take,
Don’t tell me you’re a fake!
You offer me a cup of tea,
But all you brought was cold coffee,
And now it’s time to rinse,
But your phone rings, its Prince,
My colors on and burning,
I’m going bald,
And all because Prince called!
You check your watch, you’re sorry,
And tell me not to worry,
But my hair has almost gone,
When I walked in here it shone,
Now I have to buy a wig,
This my husband will not dig!
You even want me to pay,
For having been treated this way,
Oh goodness gracious me,
I step out for the world to see,
What you have done to me!
ANSWER FROM A DISGRUNTLED EMPLOYEE
Well, let me tell you Mrs. Tea,
I tried my best,
But you put me to the test,
I want it short, no keep it long,
I held my tongue in order to,
Be strong,
You want it dark and then
Quite fair,
How did I dare,
To take you on,
For I am not a con!
And if Prince decides to ring,
He’s the most important thing,
That has ever come my way,
In my dreary job of little pay,
I’m sure that I’ll be fired,
But am absolutely,
Sick and tired,
Of answering to every whim,
I’ve had a grim
Few weeks, so if you want to leave,
I do not care and will not grieve,
In fact I’ll say so long,
My dear,
Don’t ever take a step,
Near here.
EAVESDROPPER
Ladies please shut up,
We have heard quite enough,
Of this awkward conversation,
Goodness what a situation,
I have to however say,
That after today,
Kim, I will never dare,
To let you do my hair,
For you are both unfair.
And as for you Mrs. Tea,
Even if a got a hairdo free,
I would never again come near,
If either of you are still here!
'Tis a challenge fer the uninitiated to drive a Model 'T' Ford!
There sure ain't no starter, automatic transmission or GPS aboard!
To start it, you must select the magneto settin' and adjust the choke,
Then, at yer peril, spin the crank and pray that yer arm don't git broke!
There's a baffln' array of switches, levers and pedals to operate,
That take a heap of coordination to get the 'T' ready to navigate.
There's three pedals located on the floor - clutch, reverse and brake.
If you know yer left foot from yer right, drivin' the old girl is a piece of cake!
To go forward, advance the throttle lever located jes' below the steerin' wheel.
Press the clutch pedal with yer left foot - with experience you'll git the feel.
To back up, stop the car, disengage the clutch and press the pedal fer reverse.
Be sure there's nothin' behind you - you might hit yer mother-in-law or worse!
In an emergency, stomp all three foot pedals to avoid hittin' a telephone pole!
That'll bring you to a joltin' stop and provide you with a modicum of control.
Use the oogah-oogah horn to shoo chickens, cows and goats outta yer way.
If you slaughter a farmer's critters, you'll sure enough have 'ell to pay!
Now you know more'n you ever wanted to know about drivin' a Model 'T',
And you've gained this invaluable enlightenment and it was all fer free!
If you are foolish enough to drive a 'T' I'd advise you to drive with care,
And if I may paraphrase the Good Book - "Gird your loins with faith and prayer!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Younger people have no clue
That many things they like to do
Will, one day, prove to be too much,
By slipping from an aging clutch.
The rah-rah-rah and go-go-go
Of constant moving starts to slow.
The parties lasting through the night
No longer whet your appetite.
The dinners that begin at 8,
With drinks you’d once appreciate,
Give way to early-bird-type meals
With much less food, which now appeals.
The traveling to cool locales
To ski or hike with groups of pals
May be the trip you once would choose,
But now, you’d pick a river cruise.
You never think when you are young
That you would ever be among
The people who have reached the age
Where life is at a different stage.