Short Clamp Poems
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Age is a clamp seat
which does not match the decor
We hide it from view.
Written: August 28, 2021
talons clamp shrews head
body parts torn into shreds
agog owlets fed
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08/02/2022
Swords will clamp,
Rome will stand.
Shields will block,
Greece will fall.
Armageddon will burn,
Babylon will be torn.
America is in a den,
Russia looks to reign...
Korea is the lion
Ready to pounce
On all we call world power!
I like a hammer as my boss.
Because I am not one.
And sometimes a school needs one.
Someone who will clamp down hard.
On all of them
In a fair but firm way.
Also someone who depends on me
To be the softy,
Letting me be
Myself.
If you were wood
When I cut your sawdust
Would be glittering like gold
I would glue you together
And clamp you tight
Rub you with a fine coat of wax
Your face would shine and
You would be as smooth as glass
A sensual poem from a Carpenter, lol
William in Drag
Shakespeare
Makes *****
An Alter Boy’s Job
Handles
Candles
Fancy Nude Dancer
Jangles
Spangles
English Only Creed
Banish
Spanish
Origami Artist
Paper
Shaper
Dynamite
Whammo
Ammo
New Feminine Hygiene Product
Clamp-On
Tampon
Silvery chopstick
That kissed by the blue fire
Healed my wound of divine aspire.
Brushed in the fur of the beast,
Smothered my faith to abide
Will my soul subside?
Hot metal gripped in iron clamp,
Thy fury of fortitude of time
Of thy fate mockingly sublime.
What eyes do you have:
the smiley eyes
the lustful eyes
the eyes that want to have him
the impulsive eyes
and the eyes that want to clamp in.
Clamp your secrets within
Let no one loosen them
If the glue has not dried
Your secrets will fall apart
Some covered with dark stain
Others may have a clear finish
The darken ones we hide
Clean the sawdust from the mind
We all make Mistakes
Not letting the glue dry
(Yep, another wood poem lol)
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My hands hold a strange reminder
Of your presence
When I pray
Or when I play
There's a texture of sadness
Yet a warmth of affection
A rough surface of unknowing
Yet a fireside tingle after the icy snowing
I may have travelled since you knew me
Or maybe
I still sit in the same chair
As memories clamp me there
The hull of the boat was full
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
To clamp the irons on brother
Lying so close to each other
The stink in the hull was death
To clamp the irons on brother
The boat moving pitching beneath
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
The stink in the hull was death
The hull of the boat was full
Sometimes my mouth
whispers to my ear
without movement; I feel the
vibrations travel through
my head.
I'd spy on it, clamp it,
but it says vile, shocking
things I never
would.
The sound
resonates within me.
My ears try
to cut the cord
but only amplify the screech:
inside me a giant ring
is ringing and I can't
let others hear it.
Buried in sand, tiny feet
Scrape the clamp of setting stone
Making excursions from leaf to tongue
Hoping this single strand of weather holds
What molds the mounting branch
Feathered on wing-tipped idea
Emerging sinuous
Imagination and suggestive body
Crawling uncouth from molecule to brain
Formative nerves find their counterpart
In seashore settings
Hope burning in molten measure
When your first urge is to say something mean
Take a page from the courtesy queen
She has lots of friends, actually they never end.
Clamp down your mouth; do not whisper or shout.
Make no sound at all. Look for good, no matter how small.
For if you jump in and say something deliberately unkind.
The person will look at you differently.
You will become the jerk in their mind.
Child Incubus
Wild baby forms in the womb
He has no name or original sin to speak of
Incubation time of the creature will be determined
Doctors treat all unborn humans like tumors
They must be extracted as such
Mother is sedated, removed from the action
C-section, clamp, close and done
Doctor is god at this moment
Mom is an unholy spectator on creation
Screaming, “What is it doctor?!”
It’s an incubus
His words falter and flail
They shatter across the pavement
Fear raises itself and resolves itself
To see itself as only foolish hope
Confusion’s fetters clamp on to him
And pride impales itself to quickly march
With his complex morality into battle
The mind follows the crippling chaos
And reaches for falling shelves of memory
And each loses itself in the spiralling floods of life
While soldiering on into the night
Darwin thought that the origin
Of the species was all in
Where the strong survived
And others have taken a dive
So I was thinking
Whilst at home drinking
What will we be like in a hundred years time
So that we will be primed
We’ll have a clamp hand to hold a phone
And a flat ear shaped for mobiles alone
Our voice tones will be tuned to phone use
With no need to repeat or make an excuse.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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The Tie Dye Grave
David J Walker
A gray ponytail from
A balding head
Vintage love beads and
A waterbed
A Garrard turntable and a
Marantz Amp
Pioneer speakers and a
Roach clip clamp
Some far-out sneakers
And a Lava lamp
Jimi Hendrix in a purple haze
Moody Blues from
Future past days
McCartney & Lennon in the
Beatles craze
The old grey hippie will his
Souvenirs save and
Take the 60’s to a
Tie dye grave
Whip, click, clip, umbrellas flatten near the stairs
Stomp, slap, clap, echo footsteps here and there
Rumble, rattle, honk! goes the subway along the tracks
“Hey”, “Wait”, “No!”, voices shouting are just the facts.
Scrape, screech, hiss, loud noises of metro brakes
Clack, shudder, ping! sounds the electric doors make
Clamp, clomp, pound, as the people stamp inside
Whoosh, whisk, hummm, as we take our subway ride.
10/26/2021
Onomatopoeia
I worry. There is a silence
that has descended and set
a clamp upon the day.
Words won't come. They stall
like frozen shadows
then dissipate into air.
The chill of something
deep in the unspoken
grows colder until it seals
lips shut with ice.
A pale, watery sun hangs
like a hollowed out carcass
emptied of heat.
But I have learnt to wait.
It takes time before silence
needs to draw
a breath and speak,
and for the world to thaw
once more into love.
Stealthy in the moonlight,
rough red fur
Down on all fours,
belly brushing the ground
Ears designed to hear every movement
Chickens quietly resting,
clucking softly, dreaming
Sounds of sleep fills the air
Steadily moving forward,
Under the fence she slides
A swift attack is needed
Or dinner will be lost
The aroma of feathers tickle her nose
she leaps, pounces, feathers fly,
racket fills the air, jaws clamp down,
A savage shake, dinner is ready.
Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts
Wanita
Saat lahir ditimang ibunya
Saat kecil wanita digendong ayahnya
Beranjak remaja wanita dipeluk kekasihnya
Kala dewasa wanita diikat getir hidupnya
Setelah menikah wanita diperlakukan istimewa,
Disiksa prianya
Woman
(18/09/2011)
For after born cradled by mom
As a little girl crying in daddy’s arm
Stepping teenage life hugged by love charm
Leapt into adult life, tied by sour-life’s clamp
Filling marriage’s diary with story of champ,
As the first place in beaten and cramped
My darling I know have put on weight
But I didn’t expect you to set bear bait
Now I am caught on the traps you set
The pain is intense and I’m getting upset
These boobies can no longer be concealed -
I hope the clamp marks will soon be healed
I will be starting my job as a sexy poll dancer
We need the money - this new job is the answer
Please will you hurry outside and release me
Don't think of charging me a clamping fee!!
29th August 2016
I recall desiring dismal disaster
As tension tightened and negative neurons swarmed like hornets
Over honey not made by them
But by the very enemy
I do not believe my rival became what it was
Till I allowed him in
Willingly, and wittingly
Feeling foreign claws clamp around me
Scratching my untouched skin
To feel what it was like absorbed in that knowing grin
I had not thought it over how it would actually end…
Until it began
-found this poem among some forgotten verses-