Short Clogged Poems
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My mind is a drain that gets clogged.
My pen is the snake that unclogg's the drain.
So in essence I am my own plumber.
Form:
Embedded in tormented mind ,
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.
compromise not your wholesomeness . for they to will be as clogged contortion
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
Poor little girl couldn't smell the rose
She was clogged up blocked in her nose
picked it clean
wasn't seen
What nobody sees nobody knows
Following the food truck trend,
Peruvian fare:
Beef, chorizo, hot dog, eggs
crushing the limp bun—
one “superburger,”
carne clogged.
Split.
The big fat dog
Ate like a hog
Laying around like a log
His brain was in a cloudy fog
Too big for a daily jog
Cause his arteries were clogged
This divine spark of ours, super informed
with images, sounds, words, so many
poor human mind, becomes numb, clogged...
Micro-plastics have clogged up one vein
Fouled my stomach, and addled my brain
It is sad to say
But Trump got his way
Pollution remains a profit gain
waning with rhythm
native rainstick October -
gutters clogged with leaves
not all pretty things disclosed
hues hide from wandering eyes
10/30/2019
Numbers, symbols, lines,
Words, thinking, looking,
Wondering.
Problems, homework, symbols
clogged in my head.
Taking up space not knowing
When to pull it out in the future.
Again, I've filled your faith
with black powdered phlegm
when they should be
brimming with precious gems.
In refrain, you cough clouds of blue rain
red roses circling clogged drains.
I feel clogged like a drain
no draino to fix, just your ever
lasting stain on my brain.
I am stuffed to the point
of explosion. I am vexed.
These are signs of when
your heart is a mess.
Hair brain clogged pores
Scrape congested cogwheel spores
Covered chrome top
1970's hairstyle afro crop~
10/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Imagine if the ladies had ears like a dog
Wearing earrings on the tips we'd all be agog
Attractive... not really
A real silly dilly
Licking her ears, tongues would get clogged
There lived a kind lady named Summer,
Her faithful spouse, he was a plumber
When her pipes became clogged,
To her rescue, he jogged
But forgot to kiss her, a bummer!
Village Inn
a go-to restaurant for oldsters
old old old old old people
the parking lot is full of walkers and canes
they are hobbling in the speed of clogged ketchup
at seventy-two, I feel like a baby chick next to them
words dry on ink blots
rambling through reams of parchment--
the pen cannot speak
clogged thoughts grow restless--
as sunset bursts with color
to open new phrases
fingers slowly draw
rugged lines taking a twist
molding shaped image.
Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
Frayed lifeline to the temple
—clogged artery that slows
Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
As wings expand, freedom calls
—finally letting go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Listen to poem:
Time cleans out the rusty clogged drains
to forget the gritty dusty details
logged in echoes, stored for recall,
too messy, too truthful to retain.
I wonder why?
'cause the rough stuff
lodges in dreams stored
in the gooey
caramel centers
of chocolate creams.
Where secret risers meet,
I've heard the lurid tales,
Upon sick gray waters,
dizzy be the mornings,
Clogged with the sound
Of coughing babies and laughing witches.
There! Against the rotten orange sky
Lies the remains of all you ever loved.
Hallowed be thine night!
Yesterday my drain was clogged
Woe was me my brain was fogged
No toilet, sink or washing machine
Whole house smelled like a latrine
But a bottle of black did the trick
24 hours the drain was slick
The sink went down the washer works
The smell remains rotten eggs it lurks
During day, mind is clogged
By a thousand thoughts
A pot of marbles upturned
On attempting to sweep them together
They slip and slither
Running this way and that way
At night, after their vagrant wanderings
They come back to roost
......................... if not insomniac!
Teetering on magma.
Just enough copy and pasted.
Jump onto a moving pine tree.
I have enough know how to trim the paint off a bench.
Strip down the clogged drain.
A fire hydrant.
Doesn’t know much about the landscape.
Just knows:
That today is not the day to be temperamental.
The drain's a pain
It's clogged again
The plunger's broke, what a bummer
To the rescue comes Liquid Plumr
No need to go insane
When the sink is clogged again
The plunger's broke, what a bummer
To the rescue comes Liquid Plumr
----
Joseph May
5-30-15
It's like a ball of emotion clogged up in your throat
You try to fight it
Not let it out
Keep it in there for a little longer
Try no to think how good it would feel to release it
No matter how hard you try it comes gushing out
Through your eyes
Your mouth
And worst of all it throbs deep within your heart