Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Rookie - 3 Points (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)

Jeffrey Philip Clegg Poems

1. Hydrostatic Tantra Cycling 6/22/2005
2. Shake, Rattle And Roll 6/26/2005
3. Within The Corridors 6/27/2005
4. We Hope The Snow Melts 7/6/2005
5. Loneliness 7/6/2005
6. The Bottomless Well 6/24/2005
7. What It Is And What It Ain'T 5/24/2005
8. Why I Want David To Be A Quarterback 6/28/2005
9. Who Are We? 6/19/2005
10. Friends 6/20/2005
11. Too Much Self Contemplation 7/10/2005
12. Flight Eternal 7/10/2005
13. Nothingness 7/10/2005
14. Seams Of Darkness 7/11/2005
15. Tinted By Dark Gray 7/11/2005
16. One Day Closer 7/12/2005
17. Cody 8/28/2005
18. It Never Ends 9/17/2005
19. First, There Is A Mountain 10/1/2005
20. In The Morning, When We Rise 5/20/2005
21. It's Too Late 5/20/2005
22. Howling Universe 8/22/2005
23. Rejected 8/27/2005
24. Ode To A Vietnamese Poet 6/24/2005
25. Ode To John Mclaughlin 8/15/2005
26. Of Human Blondeage 6/25/2005
27. Aubrey 5/20/2005
28. Starry Knight 5/20/2005
29. Cheaper Buy The Doesn'T 5/20/2005
30. Tuesday Afternoon 6/6/2005
31. What Sad Passion? 6/7/2005
32. Little Man Off Compass 6/7/2005
33. God, Please Say I Did Not Scare Her Away 6/9/2005
34. Don'T Captains Go Down With Their Ships? 7/7/2005
35. Wood Or Wouldn'T? 5/18/2005
36. Just Three Words 6/6/2005
37. Marrow Smith 8/15/2005
38. Bored Games 6/24/2005
39. Backwards Yrteop 6/24/2005
40. Aftermath 6/11/2005

Comments about Jeffrey Philip Clegg

  • J P Klegg (8/6/2015 3:51:00 AM)

    He thought he was................

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  • Lauren Phillips (5/19/2005 11:26:00 AM)

    you seem to have plenty of thinks to say to people...yet yuo have only one poem on here? i'd like to see more.
    LAuReN

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Best Poem of Jeffrey Philip Clegg

The Gathering Of Grays

I stroll away
beneath the cobwebbed sky
having stolen your spirit
which implodes within me

I cannot leave behind
though
the shades of gray
that
when gathered together
blacken my soul
while I try to forget us
and the pain I caused.

Read the full of The Gathering Of Grays

Loneliness

When sweet words no longer pour out of my soul
Like the pain now seeping from my heart

When the real world knots my stomach up
And I can't see or feel art

When the music plays
But I'm tone deaf