Short Clanking Poems
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moonlight serenade
the fingerless pianist
forensic lyrics
the shriek of unchained love notes
clanking across endless keys
Kim Rodrigues © 2018
After midnight
the pendulum stalls
Chimes to deaden
as darkness calls
A clanking chain
the haunt begins
Till daylight threatens
—the shadows dim
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
the day i went missing god found me
clanking away at common things.
he said what is that ruckus what
are you doing down there?
i answered.
i am making a cob salad,
it is how i make a living these days.
Form:
If I was a washing machine
I would make clanking noises
I would go on strike
I would refuse to spin the clothes
I would make you wring your shirts and pants out
I would laugh at the consternation I cause
If I was a washing machine
S Saturn whirls, twirls, in centrifugal dance
A Around in cosmic ecstasy
T Twirling, turning she’ll entrance.
U Undreamt fantasies woven in her
R Rings, play out in 4/4 cosmic rhythm in
N Notes of click-clanking, tinkly, icy drums.
5-28-2021
Planet Poetry Contest
Matt Caliri
Bull-black boots
stamping
like beating skin-tight drums
steel capped
with arched hands
clanking castanets
with crimson coronations
like a goldfinch neck
A guitar's fevered fret
crescendos
a rite of spring
kicking dust from bloodied boots
stomps off the romany's yoke
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b b i g
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Sun shines from bark on the trees
Just the right position to please
The unsettled mind or mixed thoughts
Knocking around like clanking pots
Peace settles with tinted twilight
While the ground is all painted white
Frozen snow, but warmth in the heart
Ends the day, that once was a start
Heidi Sands
1/31/22
Alice
Shrunken
By this mysterious man
Who keeps calling me
"The Alice!"
Thrown in a tea pot
With my long dress
To only hear
Distant barking
With knight armor clanking.
Trying to push my way out
Of this prison
To soon have the top
Open to his colorful face.
Oh how Wonderland
Is a brute
Yet my heart can't leave.
Form:
Random noises
some loud some soft
ramdom sounds
the clanking
down the hall
close the door
dim the lights
let cuddle by the window
my transparency
my eagerness
raising interest
in our
togetherness
tommorrow here
we got nothing better
to do
but be lovers
breakfast dear
our song is on
lets
hold hands
and be lovers
a few smiles
alot of kisses
just me and you
under the covers
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Shoes. Clicking against the tiles.
Cling. Cling. Cling.
Keys. Jingling against each other.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Cuffs. Clanking against the bars.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water. Smacking against the floor.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
A whip. Lashing against my skin.
One more day to go.
Just wrote this out in a couple of minutes with my mind on the topic word of "prison". Enjoy!
Form:
Blessed to watch you grow
And prosper everyday
Getting taller
Getting stronger
Living longer
Becoming more independent
A bird flying without its mother's wings
You are a lifetime of goods things...
Is yet to come...
But first let's celebrate the 8 years you have lived
A fork clanking against a dish
As we sing another birthday wish!
- I love you & happy birthday to my little sister Chloe!
A circle of small white stones
brass wind chimes,
one lone, pink-blossomed cherry tree,
birds twittering
small fountain tinkling - the whole works.
I sit, empty my mind,
too much tinkling and twittering
grow restless, recite
a low pitched Buddhist hymn
which scares the birds away.
The wind picks up
chimes tinkle -
tinkling becomes annoying,
a clanking;
Now I can hardly hear myself
not-thinking.
Grisly grime,
crystal clear,
myopic blur,
eagle sighted,
knived butter,
clanking tungsten,
neighbourhood,
light years away galaxy,
plush opulence,
starving depravity,
sweet honey,
bitter like salt,
fatal like cobra venom,
life giving like nectar,
dense amazon forest,
bald prairee plains,
men straight,
men crooked,
grudge,
nod,
budge,
still,
infinite,
countable,
and i have counted only a few.
Circular and square. And a little glimmer
Of peace -
Or agony.
Cool beneath the waters. A small touch
Of green -
Or sunny coral.
Clanking in mine ears -
But beauty in these eyes -
Through cornea and through
…Retina.
A painfully perfect tube is drilled - the long days
Pierced as if a sharp stare of a swordfish
Glare.
And a breath-taking fibre passes through the
Scar…and the blood covered by a glistening
Price sign.
Wailing winds rattle windowpanes,
with sounds of moans and clanking chains.
Your whole world begins to shudder,
and your heart soon starts to flutter;
as a violent vibration:
shakes your house to its foundation.
Caught in your peripheral sight,
a tornado's twisting the night,
and debris swirling in the dark
as the twister carves out its mark.
And gazing at the face of Death:
you gasp for air, struggling for breath.