Short Clog Poems

Revolting
political ads
Clog internet...

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i remove my shoe

it's stained with an injury

offer it to you...

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Tabloid articles
Why do they clog the conscious?
Make them go away...

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ducts swell with warm streams
silty briny residue
eroded dreams clog...

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Traditional Sayings

Traditional sayings that are 
widely understood as 
being true clog the 
arteries of 
the strange.
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Just dropped by to add to the flap,
a choice between that or a nap.
I’ll clog up the list;
your post will be missed.
Nine more and we’ll call it a wrap!...

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Repeating doubts
Squashed between
Brackets in my 
Head; they clog
The free-flow!

Freedom to let
My mind wander
To and fro,
Like it does
When I'm happy!...

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Washing coffee-stained cups, greasy frying pans and big pots is a very simple chore;
leaving a pile when turning the faucet on may clog the sink and cause a messy gore!...

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The trill of morning the sound of light like a clog of silence in my heart 
Dawns chorus moment a warbling bird, an aura of ease a fine work of art...

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There is jazzy twirling activity down at the Beggar’s bog
Dancing and whirling by the lucky horse shoe frog
We see it happening, and we think St. Paddy’s Day
Frog does a Celtic Irish clog dance that blows us away....

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The mighty oak tree sits near
Orange and red leaves
Looking like it is on fire
They clog up the eaves
Beautiful to see
Sight unlike any around
In awe completely

Russell Sivey

Form Seguidilla...

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Oh, I love your raven lustrous silky hair
He used to say, touching it with such care
Now—strands clog the bath vanity
Why don’t you donate it for charity?
I give him my deepest pulverizing stare

Written on:08/02/2016
Contest:'Cheese and Whine' by Phillip Garcia...

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Ravaged fast-food bags thrown by the way
French fries lumped or scattered
Bits of bread and ketchup, maybe a pickle.

The paper will blow
Or some good soul will pick it up
But the fragments of food fill the bellies 
And clog the arteries of the innocents.

The city birds feast....

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If you live in North Dakota
it’s hard to get all hot about   
global warming in the winter

while you watch the snow 
clog your wipers and you 
slip off the road but if you 

own a factory that makes  
short-sleeve shirts you know    
global warming is a hoax.


Donal Mahoney...

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A country boy inherited a fiddle,
he bought a banjo -
never played a note.

His skinny wife
could clog-dance up a storm.
A travelling accordion player
beguiled her
with his beautiful instrument.

He burned the fiddle and banjo.
Now the guy
listens to old-time music alone
on a wooden radio....

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Circled days
hide their faces
on the far side of the fridge.

Dates and reminders
clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel.

Calendar dreams
wake up far too late.
Ducks fly across a fridge magnet.

I hear the distant quacking
of a missed anniversary
disappearing
over a dimming horizon....

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My optimistic muse without any press,
Turned herself into a hollyhock princess.
I admired her velvety soft pink dress.
She came closer for a gentle caress.

Give me ideas, so I can progress
I said, hoping for words with greatness.
She danced a clog in my heart I confess.
But she is tricky, and not full of finesse...

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 A wondrous instrument is the guitar; its dancing strings are melodious to their last note.  Strings ring out to celebrate or just to party by themselves; a mellow mood has acoustic guitar, as its wood sings out in tones of jubilation.

Dancing strings doing
A clog whenever fingers
Tickle their fancy.
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It is time for the circled days
to hide their faces
on the far side of the fridge.

Dates and red letter reminders
clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel.

The calendar dreams 
always waking up too late

I recall how fish in a bowl
forget every seven seconds.

It helps, but date sharks
still hunt me down
when I mess up....

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You Should Through Trump Out

When you are in doubt,
You Should Always Through Trump Out;
Start to twist and shout.

Has he really been a road hog
Or a Republican Demagogue
Who drains up likes to clog
Gets lost in fog or much smog
We should run over like a bump in a log.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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GIRL:
Daddy! Daddy!
What does it require?
To sing such a melody
As you hear my birds
Sing on a flowery tree
Of whom the Priest tells
Even Mom & everyone!

DAD:
You do hear & wonder
So does Mom as she danced
O Child! so does all the world
Swept in a sea of violence
Not hearing each other’s voice
Not seeing each other’s face
So all dwells in a rapt clog....

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Red letter days
give birth to each other
like pregnant goldfish.

Once again
the red circled hides its face
on the far side of the fridge.

Dates clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel of anniversaries.

I hear an untimely cuckoo
in every paper window.

I need buttoned down numbers
that don't skid off
the expressway of things to remember
every time I see a squirrel....

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The words are loud in my ears 
Causing a cringe in my flesh
They are a lump in my throat
And lead in my heart
They clog my nostrils
And blur my vision
The letters haunt my dreams
But unspoken they must remain 
For I fear the verses
Yet if I leave them unuttered
They will feast on my lobes
If I do not string them together
The past will be lost
And we become enslaved by guilt...

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Chromium pure
tell me why
we are still
unsure

Polishing new
ivory soft
til it breaks
in two

If it's not real
If no one's to blame
then why does blood
still clog the drain

When machines reveal
the true faces
when the exchange fails
in empty places

We wont deny
how brightly 
how blinding
the ichor shines

We can't deny
how real
how monstrously
we were blind...

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Would it sting,
If my forced tear landed in this fresh wound?

Would my throat clog,
From the enjambment of one dozen blue pills?

Would it hurt, 
If I never hurt again?
Am I a coward?
A loser?
A liar?
A dreamer?
Am I lost?
Depressed?
Obsessed?
I confess
I could be a coward
And I may be lost
But with my freshly cut wound
And these petite little pills
I am merged by the desire of relief...

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