"clarence" poems
Oh, the sensation, the media frenzy,
The spotlight, the fame, the hullabaloo,
When anti-evolution laws
Were challenged by the ACLU!
The year: 1925.
The place: Dayton, Tennessee.
To say it was an extravaganza
Wouldn't be hyperbole.
For many people it was hard
To find a way to reconcile
Biblical accounts with science,
So science found itself on trial.
A young teacher, John T. Scopes,
Was willing to face prosecution
For breaking a Tennessee law for having
Given a lesson on evolution.
The "Monkey Trial" it was called.
The challenge meant swimming upstream
For the feisty lawyer Clarence Darrow,
Who helped to lead the defense team.
A prosecutor was William Jennings
Bryan, who with no apology
Loved to stir up outrage against
Evolutionary biology.
Defendant Scopes quickly found
It wouldn't take long for him to know
What it was like to have a part
In a multimedia reality show.
The courthouse received a make-over:
Platforms for newsreel cameras were built;
Extra spectator seats were added.
They were playing the trial to the hilt.
Concession stands sold food and drinks;
Toy monkeys were on display;
A chimp was dressed in a suit and fedora;
The clergy also joined the fray.
The media and the public loved it!
The country watched the trial progress.
What would win: science or scripture?
The answer was probably easy to guess.
After an eight-day trial, the jury
Deliberated. Nine minutes later
They had their verdict: guilty! How
Could someone question THEIR creator?
Scopes had actually never given
The lesson. That's what he later said.
Strangely, five days after the trial,
Williams Jennings Bryan dropped dead.
Laws later changed, but even during
Current times, some people feel
That stories from the Bible should be
In science textbooks. Now THAT'S surreal!
-by Bob B (11-6-18)
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
I know this vampire Clarence,
He is a hippy vamp,
He never wears dark cloaks,
Or wanders like a *****
This ghoul is non confomist,
His clothes are sunshine bright,
His fingernails are azure blue,
His favourite drink is sprite.
His blood comes from the blood banks,
He files his fangs twice weekly,
His friends are *** head hippies,
And , ****** he sleeps so sweetly.
He enjoys sleepovers with his girlie friends,
And loves to bathe in milk,
His coffin looks more like a scoobydoo van,
All covered with pink silk.
Im looking forward to halloween,
His parties are the best,
We boogie, all liquered up,
So next day, we can rest.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 5:05 AM UTC
#
*The killer
came crashing down
smashing, thrashing through.
What is tender's tender
so for itself, to do?
--As it runs
right over the top of her..
This taker.
This killer.
In the black,
now in between;
so lightless and thick..
blotting out all screams.
There is an annihilation here.
A void.
A terror.
To stay, means certain death
but to leave
also means certain death
So the d is m e m b e r men t begins
as she is ripped, completely into half
And those halves, into half..
.. into half
--into half..
into half.
And still it tears.. rips.. shreds--
Until all, in between
is nothing but black.
A black it can now pretend to fill
with all of its empty promises..
and all of its counterfeit, everything.
..And then-- just up and leaves
once it is fully satiated.*
***And for a while..
the black had something.***
*Clinging to the rocky crags
on either side of the unlit valley
are now the pieces of her--
war-torn and shuddering.
Terrified
Of the black, black empty.
Of what is now fully
and completely dark.
~ ~ ~ ~
Timmy ain't real tall
but look at his stature,
as his majestic strings dialogue
the introduction.
And Warren's gotten so fat
See him now, looking so dearly, back
at his half-pint of Chunky Monkey--
picking it back up, for the fourth time..
scraping... scraping.. scraping..
But watch his eyes light up
as Timmy looks up--
over the top
of those wild-man RayBans
And with a gentle nod, it all begins..
-- as our Warren now digs deep
into his Gibson's beautifully-wanton ways..
identifying.
clarifying.
Rectifying.
Clarence, the Magician..
Stephan-- Humble, Unparalleled
And Dave's so chill
he's part Creole.. I just know it.
So great a cloud of witness:
surrounding you, my beautiful..
coaxing you.
Identifying it all for you.*
#
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
Poor old Clarence Posey
His neighbors are so nosey.
They peek in through
His windows and
They catch him wearing hosie.
They don’t come in
They just stay out
They stay judgmental;
They scoff and pout.
They have no pleasant
Words to say.
They run through all
Synonyms of gay.
Pity Clarence Posey
His neighbors are too nosey.
No matter which
Fabric he likes to wear
They dislike what he chosie.
It isn’t like
They dress themselves
Some way that could
Be seen as flattering.
They’ve guts and butts
Like barnyard stock.
To see them naked
Would be a shock.
Poor old Clarence Posey
His neighbors are all nosey.
They’re nothing but
Awful aunties
That catch him wearing *******
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Black and white photograph
lives lived
A whole lifetime ago ago
in a forgotten time forgotten life
Nanna Flynn and Uncle Clarence
live on the wall photographed
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube
That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands,
I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins--
“Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation,
“Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them
To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.”
*“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle.
I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
( Song )
Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague
While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints
Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves
For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Beaten, almost forgotten she was
Her sons sent off to the colonies
And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Thank you Lady Gregory!
Thank you A.E.!
Thank you Will. B. Yeats!
Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too!
Thank you Mr. Synge!
Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Thank you Lady Gregory!
Thank you A.E.!
Thank you Will. B. Yeats!
Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too!
Thank you Mr. Synge!
Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse!
Thank you Connolly, James!
Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too!
Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin!
Thank you James Clarence Mangan!
Thank you Tommy Davis!
Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!
Of all the nations of the world
Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Let's dance to the song of dawn
Radiate through space,
Erase the hastily committed mistakes,
Above the dawn shine, carelessly flitting.
And Clarence climbed yet another rhyme
To pass a question when you are near.
Harlequin leapt to her feet with a mandolin laughing,
And sang, “He dances for you!,”
Curling bands of incandescent viscera,
Dappled bodies sway beneath the bass,
Awake to the sensual reality of six experiences.
High above the canopy, in the cave of lost reality.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
I want a Clarence and Alabama kind of love.
I want a call girl with hardly enough experience
to fall for me,
not a *****
there's a difference.
I want a girl who would drop everything and go
with me anywhere
with more ******* than Sigmund Freud could dream of
and believe in everything I did
no matter how purple my car is.
I want a girl who doesn't care
that only fools rush in
and knows there is nothing cooler than Elvis glasses
and triple kung fu features.
I want a girl who tastes like a peach
and knows how to utilize a phone booth
without dialing a number.
I want a girl who would ****
Tony freaking Soprano,
burn his face off like a vampire's in the sun,
just to see me again.
I want a girl to move with me to Mexico
and name our son after the king of rock n roll
who only cares about living fast, dying young,
and leaving a good looking corpse.
I want a girl
to tell me
You're so cool!
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
Robert told Olive
And Olive told Dee
That Emma likes Peter
But Peter likes me.
And Stephen saw Jamie
Tell Anna and George
That Vicky kissed Edward
And Clarence kissed Maude.
But Peter told Edward
And Edward told me
That Vicky saw Stephen
Tell Clarence and Dee
That Robert kissed Emma
So Anna told George
That Olive likes Jamie
But Jamie likes Maude
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Because of Adam we are dust and return from which we came
But at the cross Jesus conqueror the grave...
So that's not where we remain.
Fly like doves in heaven the eternally saved
Death often brings pain and thoughts of rage..
Like how he die so early..
Yet we know he's in peace .. in heaven there's no surgery
On earth lives are at stake..
The gift of birth God gives but the flesh is limited so the Spirit he takeneth away
So Donnell's life was a gift..
So remember when there's sorrow there is glory at the end
God knew what we needed couldn't have made another..
To Caprice, Erin, and his other siblings he was a brother..
When he was born Neicy became a mother
To Clarence a nephew to Ms. Cooper a grandchild...
To me a playmate young and running wild
My eyes water while kneeling on the Floor
Praying for the healing of hearts that are sore
But to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord
U with God and the angels now I can feel u hover..
Up in the heavens above us
Face to Face now u can see how much Christ loves us
Walking on gold paved streets...
Like a dream something we cant even fathom in our sleep,
Started writing this with a tear..
It trickled into this here..
Words to my brother in heaven there's Nothing to fear
So God I will not question..
Cause when its time he reveals the answers to life lessons..
Oh the Thoughts of entering into heaven..
My brother at 27..
Walking around in heaven..
When its all said and done God is forever omnipresent
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
As he studied my attention
I refused to blink. He told me things about my-
self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained
American Eagle sweat shirt
that found me on the Clarence rack.
I told him to **** off! But he continued
to weave his words through my intelligence.
He was such an inspired ******* cruelty
bunched together in fifty-seven pages
of brilliance.
There was no winning against his intellectual
abuse. So I let him have the last word.
I closed the book.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
I think of my grandma,
almost ninety-five,
watching the news in her house alone.
It's silly
to hope that another man might sweep Viola off her feet
like Clarence did when she was just eighteen.
When he died, she stayed
praying her rosary so that it might rain down on her flowers
and her garden that she tended to her entire life,
just like her children, and their children, and their children.
I visit her,
hoping she might live for another twenty years,
praying that life will go on, and if that fails,
that it might be buried
with flowers;
That it might rain.
Apr 15, 2011
Apr 15, 2011 at 7:46 AM UTC
By: Cedric <cCleter, Copyright © 2022.
We have been beseeched
To vote to impeach
Associate Supreme Court Justice
Clarence Thomas for his overreach
He has excused
Voting on things for which
He should have been rescued
And those laws he abused
He and his right-wing wife
Are partners for life
And their collaboration
Has been rife
Cutting their deals
With a knife
Causing the court undue
Stress and strife
See they’re cut from
The same cloth
Stuck together like
Wool fabric and a moth
Which they proudly wear
Adoth
And they’ve struck hard
Instead of soft
So I don’t see
Nothing wrong
With both of ‘em
Being gone
Since they’ve been there
Much too long
And that sentiment
Is strong
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 6:08 AM UTC
Robert told Olive
And Olive told Dee
That Emma likes Peter
But Peter likes me.
And Stephen saw Jamie
Tell Anna and George
That Vicky kissed Edward
And Clarence kissed Maude.
But Peter told Edward
And Edward told me
That Vicky saw Stephen
Tell Clarence and Dee
That Robert kissed Emma
So Anna told George
That Olive likes Jamie
But Jamie likes Maude
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
The beach still looks the same
As I trek through the sand
I can hear Clarence playing
Along with the E Street Band
There's where Jay's used to be
And the stone pony too
The pony's still there
But it's doesn't look like it used to
I started running in 1973
I guess I was always born to run
I've been running ever since
But now it's not any fun
I survived living in this
Forsaken jungleland full of freaks
And still the music's playing
Down to the backstreets
On that night she was there
You know she's the one
And Clarence wails away
He can't be undone
And I hope we will all be
Meeting across the river
Roaring up thunder road
For I am still a believer
Down on thunder road !
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Clarence Allan I am travelling around between Saturn and Jupiter
You see, Brian, I hated Newcastle in the 70s, I hated being an old man cranky with his
Grandson, but it was the Buddhist karma that made me as angry as that, but I am enjoying
Flying around in outer space, and I can tell you I am Ryan Clatk, yes, I still wanted to be
Close to you, but I still don't want you to meet my earth body, and that is why I stayed away, you remember when I my wife asked you if you were watching home and away, that is because I knew, if you watched it, you will like Sam Marshall, because I got into the home and away writers, minds to get them to create a character, that brings my grandson Brian closer to being respected by younger people, and I don't really want you to, stop your running, cause I don't want you to ruin your achievement of goals, even choosing the date
When you die, because, you need to be fit and healthy, and Sam Marshall is your role model,
To tru to be like more than anyone, I was sort of angry when you thought I was Macauley culikn, but really mate, he is a total drug addict, who can't control his addiction,,and I let
You believe I was Macauley Culkin, because it was a belief, but you really thought that Sam
Was you when I was alive, and mate, yes he was, I remember you bring like him too, and I am impressed that even if he was a bit different to you in parts, you are still determined to
Believe he is like you, and I admire that in a person. You are going to go a long way especially when you aren't ******* people off.
I wished you still watched Bondi rescue, but dude that is my earth body's Joh, now look at my wikipedia and see how much the movie I was costs, keep it, Just to keep it in your collection, you are the only one in your family, that believes the truth, and also you are the only one in your family that will gain good respect by me and all the others.
So keep doing what you do, and enjoy your life, dude
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
There is no 'Skippy'
no more kangaroo
it was traded as bush meat
so you kids
could eat.
'Flipper got put in cans
sans flippers,
tasted like fresh
kippers,
they tell me.
TV's responsible for
killing our dreams.
but I still see them when I sleep
'Clarence the cross eyed lion'
is there to keep
me company
another safari
one more
'Daktari'
I'm on a different page
'Lady Penelope and
Parker
are all the rage
watching 'Thunderbirds'
seeing Gilligans isle
while Popeye and olive
give me a smile
and I know it's for me
It's on the TV.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
God Took 7 Angels In 2011-2013
He Took Clarence, and Betty Holley,
Tracey O'Donnell,
Angel Cooper,
Edward Johnson,
Wayne Houseweart S.R
Nellie Wilcox.
He Took These Angels To
A Machine Where They Will Live
Peacefully.
These People Were All Loved Dearly, And Will Be Missed.
Rest In Peace Little Angels.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
XXVIII
New York was far too bittersweet
For my taste-
I spit it out, gave it back.
You lied, my friend- my poor and
Huddled mass isn’t good enough
For your golden streets.
I got off the rescue ship thinkin’
That survivin’ must mean I’m gonna
Be somebody, that maybe because a lifeboat
Walled me in, held my hand through disaster-
I had some meaning. Some reason
To walk on tall into your open,
American arms.
But I checked the list of the dead
Today. I read name and name and name
And
There is no way there were two
Margaret Clarence Smitholds
On that there ocean voyage.
What’s so dead about me?
I checked today and I walk and I talk
Far better than a plastic doll
And there’s no livin’ part of me I left on
That boat
‘cept maybe my heart
Because lord, there ain’t no
Dead in my skin
But I’m **** close to not bein able
To feel
anything
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
These five plums
Are here for the week
Treat them well,
Said Clarence Benn-Bell.
The depiction of listening to 1845
Makes him feel more unborn
Than alive.
Makes him feel under milky water
Makes him feel porky and flat.
Makes him weep for his nation
And the late Mr. Drepple's Thursday hat
Has arrived at last at its destination.
His breakfast combines six morning sources.
James cannot form four of those.
Agnes took 18 historical rejects,
But the death table of April 1819
Was between a grave of kites and a stained editor of physical mouth types.
Whilst the dreaded Evidence Garden is structurally within St Autumn's torture night.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
Take a moment once in a while, to pause to breath reflect and smile. Let’s all stand tall with respect and pride. And make Portsmouth’s Hero Lord Nelson proud as he watchers his beautiful city smile.
Take my hands and let’s climb up the spinnaker tower, Think happy thoughts and look around.Thank you to Portsmouth City for welcoming me me into this amazing town. Take a run down the sea front pass Clarence pier.
Feel the sun on your face your feet on the ground. Count the stars and examine the sky. Catch the rain and watch the birds fly.
Make something from silence let words lift your soul, and explore every sweet bit of your beautiful soul. My life cuddles destiny and bought me to this place where I was meant to be.
The Gloves on my hands meditating in this boxing ring, my future whispering to my thoughts as I think. Determination and hard work early morning starts.
I will start from the bottom and work my way to the top. Heart beating fast many emotions trying to get out. My thoughts whispering to me.
Float like a Butterfly sting like a Bee” for you are a champion a role model the world needs to see. Inspired by the greats~ Lord Nelson- Mohamed Ali.
So follow your dreams and never give up, and always work hard, your day will arrive at the right time. Remember your stars always shining to bright up the night.
JidosReality 5.10.17
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.
Once again Clarence
has come up short,
He needs to be removed
From the Supreme Court
Which he has treated
Like a blood sport
That he and his Jinny
Have overwrought
It’s alright that he’s
A Conservative,
Since that’s the way
That he’s chosen to live
And so with him
It’s always more take than give
But Court secrets
Get revealed like sieve
And Clarence is more than
Well aware
That with his best friend Jinny
Just sitting there
Court secrets become
A community share
Of which she makes her friends
Quite well aware
Now there’s an uproar
Over a leaked draft decision
That Clarence assigned
To another with derision
While abdicating his own
Rightful position
Now his wife lacks the courage
To make her admission
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC
Clarence Darrow said
I don’t believe in god because
I don’t believe in Mother Goose.
Personally
I do believe in Mother Goose because
I’ve seen her on my dinner plate.
But I don’t believe in god.
So . . .
Go figure.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC