Short Clippings Poems

a freshly mown lawn
     the clippings become new mulch
          the grass will thrive now...

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Coins and watches 
keychains 
old newspaper clippings 
Necklaces and chains 
stamps 
baseballs cards and old pictures 
all thrown into one...

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past and future fuse 
together like grass.
old clippings on the ground,
new lawn grows surely all around.
sun and rain, green up the plain,
so we may gain some game....

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I leave DNA here, there and the other.
In fingernail clippings and hair of my brother.
If there's a murder, we'll be in trouble.
Especially me, for I have a twin double....

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nail clippings
Buffalo
in the snow

Damar looks
on in angst
his heart stops

field glazed white
same as eyes
Bill’s demise

1/23/2023
Tricube form
Not for contest...

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There once was a distressed Monster Loch Ness
Whose office-at-home was really a mess 
   She'd lost her press clippings
   Midst daredevil flippings
Lost her pj's too ~ so couldn't undress...

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I've gardened and read
I wrote poetry in my head
I picked up all the clippings
And everything red.

Time now to nap
And dream dreams far away
Of my true love
My one love
And a light house.......

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Old newspaper clippings 
as they hang on the wall 
my old toys 
stored in the cedar chest 
the color of skin 
as we work together 
my two dogs and cat 
chasing each other 
my ink gliding across white paper 
as I write this poem...

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I could never write a poem about 
Horseradish
Dust bunnies
Nose hairs
Rat droppings
A dead roach
Cow pies
Mastication
Silverfish
Ketchup
A dirty diaper
A car engine
Naval fuzz
Cobwebs
Vampires
Microphones
Skateboards
Nail clippings
Torn limbs
I say and then I do....

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JOEL

 I go through you
weaving 
strings of finely minced clippings

But, on the green Elysian 
I will devour you
I will show you mortal wings
cunning lips as sweet as money.

Through the eye of the needle,
trough the open lids of desire,
I will thread you poems of harvest....

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I hear my sister calling me for dinner
As I'm raking up the clippings from the grass.
I turn my head
And am stuck by the gently setting sun
That glows red through the soft grey clouds.
A light breeze plays with my hair
As this warm summer evening crawls to a close.

I inhale.

"Coming!"...

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BLEW THE FEATHERS RIGHT OFF

Cats are lounging, small puppy's gruff 
One hen a strutting just doing its stuff 
Sunny afternoon, we can’t get enough 
Gramps, then snorts some of his snuff 
One loud sneeze; the hen’s in the buff

Indiana Shaw . . . *o*

"Bare truth, I swear on my Granny's toe clippings" . . . ; )...

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clippings fall onto the page,
arranging themselves.
ivy loosely parades
around a thorny rose stem,
tickles the chin,
entices the shy bud —
a blush,
potently pink, blossoms.
baby’s breath
and Queen Anne’s lace,
like bridesmaids,
intensify her beauty.
a pond of water
in a shimmering vase, nearby.
possibilities.

11/1/2019...

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with no hope
of ever seeing
you without a
telescope

for your galaxy
and you are
more than
light years

away
but a
slow
drop

from
my eyes
to the almost
full bucket by my

feet
features
the dying tears
of a been dead poet

NOW for our
next exhibit
we have
finger

nail
clippings
from the poet
himself but not by

clippers
only
by
teeth...

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CULTURE     VULTURE


Once gave a girl I liked  a black 
Tribal mask from Africa, with real hair.
Don’t know why, but she gave me it back.
It all went downhill from there.

Then I fancied her sister  Gail
And at Christmas I presented her in vain
With my collection of clippings of toenail.
She never answered my calls again. 

Some women are very attractive
It’s nice to enjoy their tease,
But I’m a guy who’s culturally active,
And women are so hard to please....

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tapping on the glass of decorative balls
I was sorting through the flavors
trying to savor them all
slowing down for a moment to read the writing on the wall
saw your signature there, etched in ink scrawl

I wonder why it took love's haze to find my way
used to thinking with my mind, but the feeling's here to stay
falling to my knees like crescent clippings on the floor
I stare up at the face that I dream of more and more

your smile's a wet welcome
your body my home...

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I jogged, one foot after the other,
Lungs wide open to welcome,
Breathings of the warm evening air,
Eyes stung at the touch of
Cruel sweat, saturated and salty.

I jogged, a flat branch overhead,
My left arm reached out to touch
The tree and its clippings,
Dwindling down the serpent's throat,
Though my fingers were amiss.

I jogged, against the moving air,
Soles hitting the ground aloud,
Bullets firing as if the sound,
Outpacing the farthest person,
All was fair and square....

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