Short Clinch Poems

mind and body clinch
with clenched fists
grappling loggerheads...

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Hands clinch, bodies’ shake,
Your touch I cannot resist
My love for you pours....

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those fingers
so wrinkled and mature 
still long to clinch sand and 
dreams that won't hold them anymore...

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with clinch
of teeth, a clench
of fist, straining to flinch,
the sail inched up, on tug of winch,
a cinch...

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Yes

Gone to far.
No way out.
Clinch my fists.
Bite my lip.
Whole day takes a wrong turn.
Never learn.
Till i do,
I continue to get burned.

@number14...

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Often dream of making unending love
Then wake up wanting a hug, even an old fossils
Any port in a pinch
Just need to clinch
To feel a warm body up against my nozzle...

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feeling every finger of the dusted crystal cold flicker through my down
talons extend
I grasp...clinch
rip moonward...
        land and devour

with my survival...I nurture my young...

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Vast blue cawing rife                                                                                                        
One pearl per nib clinch your prize                                                                               
Pen's of all feathers...

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shadows clinch their fist
and grit their teeth

Gray Ghost is no longer free
to move beyond these prison walls

where death be written
upon the soles of our feet

thus, we march toward the 
dark gate door that swings the axe

until death is written upon our feet...

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You longer blaze in the summer heat, 
You breeze in the autumn wind.

Does my change concern You as much?
***
By what means, 
do we clinch the elasticity of Your skin?

By what measures,
 do we clench the extensiveness of Your muscles?

To keep You warm,
To keep You here, 
To keep You....

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Sands
in my
hand
trickle
as I
close
my
palm
to
grip
them.

I
release
the
remaining
grains
and
clinch
the last
ones
that
hold
the 
traces
of
your
promise.

28 July 2020

1st place
STRAND completely new (14)any theme any form
Contest Judged:  7/28/2020 12:00:
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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You're asking me what makes me flinch?

My reason, answer, you will clinch.

Cell phone- held to ear!

One hand- left to steer!

At sight of this- my flinch- a cinch!


Sandra M. Haight

~11th Place~
Contest: What Makes You Flinch
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Judged: 07/27/2019
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For you my love the time is near
to grasp eternity.
I shall suckle on your mortal coil
and draw the last of your humanity.
We shall pierce the night sky evermore
and clinch in this bed of stars.
Whom can prove and whom can deny
that darkness cannot bring forth love.

God has turned his eyes for now 
his lambs are ours for the slaughter....

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The illusion of probability
Art of dark light fate
Hex of great misery
Enchanter of doom 
That sleeps time at no cost

Merciless orphan of wickedness
Barren monster in Paradise
Hunter of the living
Clinch of horror
The May morning destroyer

Stasis of goodness
Asunder of Unity
Pillar of Halloween
An indelible mark of pain
A Vague population regulator...

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Eyes of stark stiff doubt
Of The Win to clinch 
After his Third Bout
No victorious inch
His rival quite out
To him reach and pinch!

Lips free with a pout
From pains of a gout:
A loss to a lout
Would Happiness rout …

What rules now to flout
For he can’t be out?
This idiot to rout!

Cheating for ‘A Lamp’
To see to being Champ
Not this Guy from Swamp
With Armpits The Damp....

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So seamless an entity is he.
sleek before the crowd
bullet proof
tempered hard
steel 
determination loud

Urban warrior
lean before the mass
tackle business
evenly
dodge before the crash

Suited armor
mohair gleam
woolen effigy
strained vessels
temples red
Imbibes with glee at noon

Not enough to win 
the day
ore brethren in the clinch
they must lose
fall away
to rise another inch....

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Sands in her hand
     trickle as she closes
        her palm to grip them;
She tries to clinch
    every grain that flows
         for it holds memories
of heartbeats~
      indelible in her heart.
     
those heartbeats still echo~
    
and as the last grain drops
       She whispers to the wind,
           “ come back to me!”
     



2 July 2021

A Brian Strand (July 2) Poetry Contest
1st place...

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Oh mighty dingo I see you still crawl.
Long ago broken hearted and yet you still bawl.
Tears down both cheeks, is it your poor little peetie?
My heart aches for you, my dear little sweetie.

Still gritting your teeth while stuck in a clinch.
If your throne’s getting cold, then you might as well pinch.
You slither around with you childish boring prattle.
You’re still stuck in our creek, without either paddle.

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A splendid job you did clinch:
One helping you to others pinch;
And warn them to not move an inch,
Freely going mad when they flinch,
Half hoping to a life lynch.

It has been your dreamt role:
To strokes of the cane increase;
And where there’s none try a pole,
Causes giving faces to crease;
The inhuman you unleash with ease
Of mounting pressures no release,
You’re advised to roles switch,
And at the sight of blood twitch....

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You close your eyes,
Llick your lips,
And loosnes your thights,
Hips,
As I prepare to take a dip,
You smile with a little grin,
Since you showed me what's whithin.
Your expression change from bad to worst,
Worst meaning good,
So I continued my course,
With a hunger for love,
Not remorse.
Your hands form a tight fist,
As you begin to clinch,
The bed sheet,
When I went deep,
Deeper,
Deeper into your soul,
Making your body warm,
Since it was once cold....

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9.00 am he was at kine's shrine,
9.00 pm luck began to shine,
10.00 pm everything just fine;
Over nothing again to pine...
"Of all gods The Handsomest: kine!

Gone he had to its shrine with wine
To change life that tasted like brine,
Soon begin to with icons dine,
And clinch Mr President's line!

Everyday to be there at Nine 
And reproduce an agreed sign;
And say:"Hottest Hell is mine;
On the last day shen't fail to whine
My heart,liver and kidneys thine"...

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If you long for a licking thrash,
Then, touch a guy's earned cash:
A move ingloriously rash!
And you shall equally clinch a has:
On either cheek a… finishing gash!

The nearest thing to A Trash 
Is eyeing someone’s cash, 
To it in some bank stash…
Teeth shall ceaselessly gnash 
And cornered one’s future dash;
A name lose in a flash 
Or have it mixed up with Ash…
Like it had happened to a Nash 
And it wasn’t a little crash.

For the caught Petty thief,
It is still big grief!...

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The story of my life, empty, a vase 
filled with wilted flowers; leaving a trail
passing by slowly like a swollen snail; 
extracted, drawn firmly upon my face. 

Echoes of age with such depth of your love  
written within dreams, a-dream built on bricks  
I've been clinging on so tight as time ticks; 
all lie with crowns of stones, leaves clinch above.

Once, the story of my life with grand sprays 
of bloom, now taken by wind through a maze.

9/28/2019...

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There’s a quietness in the shadows.
A lonely place where sadness grows.
A place in time where my mind goes.
Thoughts and memories are my foes.

But I have learned to not resist,
for when I do, they just persist.
I used to fight; I’d clinch my fist.
Shadow boxing, I always missed.

Meditating on dark and light,
it came to me I shouldn’t fight.
Brightest light or dark as the night,
their contrast gives us better sight.

The reason for simplicity,
to deal with life’s complexity....

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A quiet place in the shadows,
a lonely place where sadness grows.
A place in time where my mind goes,
thoughts and memories are my foes.

But I have learned to not resist,
for when I do, they just persist.
I used to fight; I’d clinch my fist.
Shadow boxing, I always missed.

Meditating on dark and light,
it came to me I shouldn’t fight.
Brightest light or dark as the night,
their contrast gives us better sight.

There’s a necessity for simplicity,
to deal with life’s complexity....

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