Short Clinching Poems

I just want poetry 
that will keep 
my eyes open
my lips moving
Brain thinking 
heart pounding 
fist clinching 
memories reminding
Patriot sounding 
peace resounding 
mentioning propounding and 
love abounding
...

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Its winter time again, and
Jack Frost pinched my nose, and
Squeeze my very toes

Clinching tight my cozy jacket
I ran inside to soak up heat, and
Pour a cup coffee

Rubbing my hands and toes
Sitting by the fireplace
They start to burn and tingle

Chilly winter days
We burn away the frost
Indulging gentle touches...

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Messiah complex
In a turtle neck
Twirling vortex wreck
Black hole quench
Talking in riddles
Might as well be speaking in french
Little skittle flecks
Buzzing from two twenty two's
Of bubbly Beck's
Clinching a monkey wrench
Dragon breath honey stench
Riding bouncing checks
Pay attention now
Cause this will be in tomorrow's test...

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For A Bleeding Flower of Justice

Like a virgin flower
plucked from an edenic
garden,
justice lies lifelessly
in fields of nightmares—
bleeding bastard blood
of raped miscarriage.
Observers pass by 
cringing in disgust—
clinching their innocence
and wiping apathetic brows,
they sigh and move on:
relieved it’s no fault of theirs....

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A crotch-heavy man called, "The Goat"
Ostentatiously loved to gloat
Until Donald Trump
Groped more than his rump
Thus clinching the Red Dawn Key vote!

*Readers should keep in mind Trump's greatest 
success has been focusing the world's attention 
on a Vanity Wall, whilst "All the President's Men"
enter vacant federal building and offices to 
plant/alter/remove "evidence" and documentation!...

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Looking up from the bottom of this pit 
The smell of my own disgust permeates the damp soil surrounding my soul
I’m living in darkness
Alone, I peer out, above me 
Clinching my hands together, asking for Gods help

The stench of tears, lay waste, bellowing up around me 
Caving in the walls that my existence exist in, 
I can’t go on 
Drowning in my misery 

Staring at wisdom 
Seeking direction, guidance to love
To give the love of my life 
Meaningful love...

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Treasures of gold are the ones untold:
The ones stand so bold & yet never fold…
In the deepest corners scorned but not torn, Bruised & tainted but still not worn….
Beautiful on the outside but worn within:
toughly put together with the gentlest skin….
Impacted with newest wishes but covered with the old on the outside, eyes open wide..
in the rain shivering cold hands clinching to hold the very gift built from my life's treasures
of gold so beautiful & bold yet untold……….....

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