"clickty" poems - Hello Poetry

~~~ Happy Hanukkah Brother Nat! ~~~ *this poem is not for young lovers, seasoned soldiers of the heartfelt only need apply, give me my merry mercy-naries to save me from criminal holiday insouciance, shoot me with the rounds of caring, that come so fast and last as long as I can nod and wink...* ~~~ used to drink inspiration from Manhattan sidewalk rain riveted cracks, turn half overheard street conversation snatches into half decent poems by Nat(chez), professors turning phrases, upbringing a brain ratcheting, choreographers, dancing in body and spirit and word, in summation, a thief of opportunity... these days, the pattern prevailing, the El Niño de Natalino, is drawing up works from the wealth of messages and comments, my troubadours, my y'all youse guys, share, so as I compose, not knowing where this goes, I'm just simple knowing, that a heartfelt reach out, addressed as Happy Hanukkah Brother Nat! deserves the recognition of its sweet intent, in a lyric all its own, like a traditional festival Hanukkah jelly donut (true1) t'is the seasonal affectation of salutations all commencing with happy, never struck me as anything deeper than surficial superficial, but this time its textual emendation - the inclusion of genuine brotherly love, loops, Humpty Dumpty cracks and swoops, and here I am fastening word combos, when the clickty clack of the clock says uh-uh, poem in the making, natural verbal child birthing, sleep hours docked, and here I am, begetting instead of shushing a day-older brain to get-thee-to-a-hideaway... *this poem is not for young lovers, seasoned soldiers of the heartfelt only need apply, give me my mercy-naries to save me from criminal holiday insouciance, shoot me with the rounds of caring, that come so fast and last as long as I can nod and wink...* sooner than later it will be the Fourth, and in my eyes a day-deserving of a fireworks spectacular, though the month matters not, the sentiments of brotherhood and live love, independent and freely given, deserves enhanced ignition recognition and herein supplied... you had me at the greeting so fleeting, then ask my advice, is there to be had a greater compliment, so my mien and demeanor are now modified an oath sworn, till the infamous 31st, every passerby and child will be bequeathed a shockingly rowdy, Happy and Merry, sincerity coated and tinged with you know what... ~~~ Dec. 3, 2015 nyc 11:12 pm

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Dec 3, 2015

Dec 3, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Happy Hanukkah Brother Nat!

~~~ Happy Hanukkah Brother Nat! ~~~ *this poem is not for young lovers, seasoned soldiers of the heartfelt only need apply, give me my merry mercy-naries to save me from criminal holiday insouciance, shoot me with the rounds of caring, that come so fast and last as long as I can nod and wink...* ~~~ used to drink inspiration from Manhattan sidewalk rain riveted cracks, turn half overheard street conversation snatches into half decent poems by Nat(chez), professors turning phrases, upbringing a brain ratcheting, choreographers, dancing in body and spirit and word, in summation, a thief of opportunity... these days, the pattern prevailing, the El Niño de Natalino, is drawing up works from the wealth of messages and comments, my troubadours, my y'all youse guys, share, so as I compose, not knowing where this goes, I'm just simple knowing, that a heartfelt reach out, addressed as Happy Hanukkah Brother Nat! deserves the recognition of its sweet intent, in a lyric all its own, like a traditional festival Hanukkah jelly donut (true1) t'is the seasonal affectation of salutations all commencing with happy, never struck me as anything deeper than surficial superficial, but this time its textual emendation - the inclusion of genuine brotherly love, loops, Humpty Dumpty cracks and swoops, and here I am fastening word combos, when the clickty clack of the clock says uh-uh, poem in the making, natural verbal child birthing, sleep hours docked, and here I am, begetting instead of shushing a day-older brain to get-thee-to-a-hideaway... *this poem is not for young lovers, seasoned soldiers of the heartfelt only need apply, give me my mercy-naries to save me from criminal holiday insouciance, shoot me with the rounds of caring, that come so fast and last as long as I can nod and wink...* sooner than later it will be the Fourth, and in my eyes a day-deserving of a fireworks spectacular, though the month matters not, the sentiments of brotherhood and live love, independent and freely given, deserves enhanced ignition recognition and herein supplied... you had me at the greeting so fleeting, then ask my advice, is there to be had a greater compliment, so my mien and demeanor are now modified an oath sworn, till the infamous 31st, every passerby and child will be bequeathed a shockingly rowdy, Happy and Merry, sincerity coated and tinged with you know what... ~~~ Dec. 3, 2015 nyc 11:12 pm

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Lemmings living lusciously in tiny boxes all the same – splashes of color the whirring buzz of a paved path lures them like fish to their shiny frames drab claims to a cube – clickty clack, guffaw guffaw goes the lemming in cube 102 cube 104 pounds and releases, click click click, whirring slides overwhelm the brain of the lemming. Beep beep beep, ring ring ring, millions of delicate digital lemmings walking off cliffs plummeting to their pasteurized expiration glued to more tiny shiny brightly lit boxes wanting verbosity and novelty superficial thoughts grasp until every little living lemming wanders into the last chest, the box made of satin, and silk, hammered shut and dropped into a rectangle mounded with dirt. What comes next – nothing but more lemmings living in smaller boxes to their expiration dates

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC

steven-dorsay-childs

little living lemmings

Lemmings living lusciously in tiny boxes all the same – splashes of color the whirring buzz of a paved path lures them like fish to their shiny frames drab claims to a cube – clickty clack, guffaw guffaw goes the lemming in cube 102 cube 104 pounds and releases, click click click, whirring slides overwhelm the brain of the lemming. Beep beep beep, ring ring ring, millions of delicate digital lemmings walking off cliffs plummeting to their pasteurized expiration glued to more tiny shiny brightly lit boxes wanting verbosity and novelty superficial thoughts grasp until every little living lemming wanders into the last chest, the box made of satin, and silk, hammered shut and dropped into a rectangle mounded with dirt. What comes next – nothing but more lemmings living in smaller boxes to their expiration dates

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There is a train a coming I hear it down the track. Like music to my ears Clickty clack, clickty clack Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell. You're going for a ride And get to ring the bell. I see the cars are full With folks I used to know. The conductor has a smile And says,"It's time to go". I'm not ready, things I need to do. He says,'grab your and and come along, No pills, no pain, just hop on board. We need your voice to join in song." I stepped into a car and With a step there was less fear. Every where I looked only Smiles. Not one single tear. "All the tears are left behind." Said the conductor with a smile. Sit back and enjoy the ride, This is the final mile. You've been at all the stations, You've used up all your time. Time to catch the train now It's coming down the line. Clickty clack - clickty clack

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Oct 15, 2013

Oct 15, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC

randall-smith

The Train 2013

There is a train a coming I hear it down the track. Like music to my ears Clickty clack, clickty clack Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell. You're going for a ride And get to ring the bell. I see the cars are full With folks I used to know. The conductor has a smile And says,"It's time to go". I'm not ready, things I need to do. He says,'grab your and and come along, No pills, no pain, just hop on board. We need your voice to join in song." I stepped into a car and With a step there was less fear. Every where I looked only Smiles. Not one single tear. "All the tears are left behind." Said the conductor with a smile. Sit back and enjoy the ride, This is the final mile. You've been at all the stations, You've used up all your time. Time to catch the train now It's coming down the line. Clickty clack - clickty clack

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You’re entering the dark shadow if you dare be very careful when we’re there I’ll grab a candle; now come with me and, beware of what you're about to see it’s going to seem so very real you’ll be overwhelmed by all you feel Snap! You’re locked in as we go on down Clickty-click-clickty-click it’s the bucket you’re locked in Down, Down, Down we go Down to the darkest rabbit hole Tick, tick, tick do you hear the ticking clock? the bucket you’re inside begins to rock You’re now strapped down in a darkened room next to all these drooling lunes you begin to hear a creepy tune Their shrieks are so very loud they feel amplified in sound they’re all wearing ***** looking shrouds You turn to see the grey bars as you resist and, it’s no use as you begin to twist you only end up with ****** wrists Suddenly you’re being pushed in water and, the water keeps getting hotter there’s a long needle above your head you search for a way out of all this dread you awake in a cold sweat you wonder if you’re alive or dead Then you hear that very creepy song a clock radio’s been playing it all along You look up into your bathroom mirror to discover you have disappeared.

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC

krisselle-s-cosgrove

A Poe Nightmare

You’re entering the dark shadow if you dare be very careful when we’re there I’ll grab a candle; now come with me and, beware of what you're about to see it’s going to seem so very real you’ll be overwhelmed by all you feel Snap! You’re locked in as we go on down Clickty-click-clickty-click it’s the bucket you’re locked in Down, Down, Down we go Down to the darkest rabbit hole Tick, tick, tick do you hear the ticking clock? the bucket you’re inside begins to rock You’re now strapped down in a darkened room next to all these drooling lunes you begin to hear a creepy tune Their shrieks are so very loud they feel amplified in sound they’re all wearing ***** looking shrouds You turn to see the grey bars as you resist and, it’s no use as you begin to twist you only end up with ****** wrists Suddenly you’re being pushed in water and, the water keeps getting hotter there’s a long needle above your head you search for a way out of all this dread you awake in a cold sweat you wonder if you’re alive or dead Then you hear that very creepy song a clock radio’s been playing it all along You look up into your bathroom mirror to discover you have disappeared.

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