Short Clammy Poems
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Bending close so I can hear
bringing darkness all too near
it whispers wetly in my ear
this clammy thing we call fear.
for fun we wore a blindfold
but clammy fears left heart cold
in silence thought veil thinned out
light restored, erased was doubt
A handshake clammy as a dead fish
is not meant to nourish or flourish
It sends a signal to its receiver
You’re much too eager a beaver
I married one September morn:
a day I surely won't forget
(each time I think about my wife,
I break into a clammy sweat...)
LOL, loosely based on reality - written 19th September for Andrea's contest
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The dark was damp, dank
a clammy scum, clung.
A sticky wet seep, stank.
The tainted tacit touch of skin
was rough, cold and slimy,
not warm, smooth and welcoming.
Our love was rank, dank, done over.
Season's a changing Winter's a coming
Noses are sniffling Heaters arriving
People feeling cold and clammy
Donning thick new jammies
Oh no more natural warmth for a term
Just woolly coats and the flu germ!!
with clammy hands deep
in shallow side pockets,
his absent-minded fingers
very consciously fidget
at the feel of cold car keys
and crumpled tickets,
yes, he's now going places
in this sharkskin jacket !
San Francisco Memories
Fog
Mysterious delirious
Blesses kisses surrounds
Ever so clammy
Mist
February 25, 2020
8:30am PST
morning sun
you
dance on my windowpane
as I squint hard
to etch your smile
in my head
my body floats
light as feather
in your rain
perhaps the sting in my eyes
and clammy palms
indicate that you are so surely
real
Oscar`s
Oscar night
Red carpet and
Clammy armpits
Valium
Skeletal women
Gasping for a ***
To smoke in public
Is social suicide
Wearing the latest
State of the art
Dresses
This vast frivolity
Is seen by millions
Mood light and sunny
Ready for some good party
Dancing in the heat
Nights clammy and wet
Watching stars till midnight
Love making so fun
Days bright and so hot
Out is the bikini suit
Seas invite me in!
Hammering heart
Where to start
Foggy brain
Feeling insane
Stammering words
No vocal cords
Trembling hands
Wish i had friends
Clammy feet
Trying to find a seat
Blushing face
This is no race
Survival at most
Not here to boast
With my eyes lifted above
I am saved by love
I well know that the price is great
And to pay it I bid not wait,
I'll give it whole without a murmur;
I'll Shell it out without demur.
Great enterprises know their master
And his mind knows no disaster,
For I know all toils of clammy sweat
And poor their blood without a fret!
Drizzle and frizzled hair crinkles,
such sounds demand a symphony;
Clammy cold showered with sprinkles
there’s a vibe that says ‘Be easy.’
Stock up the wood burning fire place,
it’s raining I’ll send you a song;
Smoke creates a treble clef trace,
that rhythm will help you along.
Tears fight their way back
into their ducts for now
moist palms clammy at my sides
Prayers are said
the living honor the dead
shovelfuls of earth on top are spread
Is there nothing more I can do
~ She once told me ‘I love you’
Shadows swirl within the mind
Visions of endless sorrow
Death awaits within shadows
Cold and clammy spector's grip
Final words, fall on deft souls
Cold hearts, as fridgid as shadows
Crow no longer Caw's
Heart falls in final defeat
Crumbled at loves feet
And the Shadow swirls, engulfing what is left
NOTHING
See,
that brick red rose.
Its naked velvety rose
attracts wanton worms.
See,
a worm is coming,
licking its clammy lips,
from that breathless rose.
See,
ants are now running,
running all around,
holding lumps of petals.
Revised
Dec. 11, 2020
IMAGIST any form Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
SLUNGBACK
Sunlights are
shadowed today
as grey clouds
race upstairs to
meet the storms
above my irate
head
slungback
in my chair
Fanlights spin
out clammy
calamities
motorblades
rotating then
spiraling
outlandishly
above my inert
head
slungback
in my chair
© Kim van Breda—27 December 2015
Our coiled limbs
Refuse
To let go.
The Sun's rays
Mingle
With our glow.
Long past lunch,
Aching.
All we need
Is right here
Under
The duvet.
We're content
Laying
Close despite
Our clammy
Flesh, thighs
Adhering.
I kiss your
Forehead
Studded with
Your cool sweat.
And then
I'm hooked
All over again...
Who could imagine
how many guys can be shy
Handsome six-footers in
knots, their tongues tied
They see a pretty girl and
go all wobbly in the knees
Their palms clammy with sweat
their brains in deep freeze
Yet it's true, sure as the earth
is round and not flat ~
That butterflies flutter
in the coolest of cats
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I let it slip away.
I held the hand for
as long as I could.
Too weak to draw the
dangling body up.
The hand became limp
and cold, lifeless,
clammy in my fingers.
The head below was hanging
down impervious to
my warm tears streaming
down from my face.
What more could I do?
Exhausted, hopeless, done
I let it slip, slide, away.
In late autumn
our neighbour's black cat
sits on the heated hood of the car
A sacred Egyptian ornament
sleek lines of balance
Unlike our love games
on clammy leather
in bucket seats
car host passion
spinetingling touch
Seasonal alarm clock
set to spring
like a cat off a cold hood
The face is flush
The knees are weak
The throat is dry
You cannot speak
You sweat when near
Your heart will race
You lose your breath
When seen, her face
Hands are clammy
You stutter a bit
You’ll fall if you stand
So you just sit
Yet there is no way
You’d say no to these things
Because they’re just signs
Of the love that she brings
Strong opponents to beat,
A dozen of them, at the very least;
Their profiles on ‘Great Champions’ Sheet,
Each claimant to some dreary feat,
One of them, you dare not even greet,
Because he could you still make a mincemeat,
If he a chance picked and it was damned neat!
Out of your body squeeze clammy heat
And a ravaged one toss into a field of wheat.
I don’t know a tweet from a twitter
Instagram and Tik-Tok? I was a quitter
I receive lots of texts, but do not send any
My hands get clammy from spending a penny…
Huh? Wudja say? – Yeah, I’m doing OK.
Went to Oahu last month; next week to Calais
My life’s insured for ten million; my wife can’t complain
She purchases bitcoin; I invest in blockchain