Clout is for stomping; clout is for understanding; clout is for vouching; clout is for speaking your piece; clout is for standing up for yourself & for others.
Clout sounds like cow and vouch sounds like vache. Moo.
Do you have it? … Do you know what it means? … I figured you didn’t.
It’s a term that belongs with a past dead generation that once determined whether or not you fit into a man box. And whether you could be a politician or a carpenter, both required this apparently …
clout is the base, is the little seed that makes you do things, is the center of your principles, the center of your movement, is like the pedal that drives the bike, and the word that initiate your phrases.
es lo que nos mueve cuando la personalidad no nos alcanza, es simplemente una ventaja que se convierte en desventaja, pero que podría ser una herramienta para hacer un mejor mundo
Just because you’re beautiful or wealthy, that doesn’t mean you’re an authority on anything. Appearance and money don’t give you clout; knowledge and the belief of others gives it to you.
She clout the hard dirt with the heavy rake. She had been at it all day and barely had a half acre finished. She wanted to sob, knowing that at this rate she would never have a crop planted in time. But she pushed on, working even harder. Her hands blistered and dirty, her legs weary as she returned to the house well after dark.
This is a weird word. Is it really a word? I have never heard of this word. It may sound like cloud except with a typo. In norway this could possibly mean something else. Like something to wipe dishes with, I don’t know. Clout.
clout????
to clout
a heavy or hard hit with an object okay then
thats kinda violent
you know what else is violent
ya face
im just kidding im sorry forgive me
WHAT AM I DOING IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING A PROFOUND POEM OKAY
IM RUNNING OUT OF T I M E
UGH
The clout of dirt hit her squarely in the back. She turned around slowly, her eyes piercing me, yet I could not help bursting out with uncontrollable laughter. Suddenly the tension of earlier was broken, our squabble forgotten and as she bent down to pick up a handful of mud to sling toward me, her eyes sparkled with delight.
I dont know what a clout is, but it sounds like cloud and cunt, maybe the cloud was being a cunt and made the world angry and now everyone calls it the clout, maybe he hates everyone and thats why hes a cunt
It was dark out, and the air was filled with the heavy scent of rain. It still hurt where my mother had clouted me on the ear, but I tried to ignore it and keep walking. I could hear leaves rustling above and I wondered where the birds were.
clout. cloud 9. cloud your judgement. cloud the world. get high. leave this place. come back to earth. wait, i need you. I miss you. Let’s pretend we are in the clouds. A comfortable place. comfort.
i have no ideia hat this means what so ever, I really don’t
but I don’t know what anything is anymore, I don’t know who I am
I just know that I am alone and at my own pace
Just like a so-called clout that I don’t recognize
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror either
Well I have no idea what this word means but it reminds me of a blood clot and a cloud, so maybe a blood clot that has filled with air and is now a cloud, maybe that’s what the clouds look like in hell, if that is so,then that’s disgusting.
Dot once had clout in imaginative circles. She drools now, into the porridge, spoon held aloft, eyes locked up, like an old hard disk drive. The larvae of bullwhip moths have gnawed her neurons. The cells, they’re lacy, like doilies. On armchairs. Dusty in attics. Where the sentinel sits, wizened, white, watching. Blind. At the window. Numb like scar tissue.
One day , a long way away from domestic bliss a man came into their world of stuttered madness and he claimed he would save them from the pain they shared, but instead he took what he could and claimed ownership on their fears. A clout of a man!
THE STATES REJECTED THE AMENDMENT THE FIRST TIME. ONLY AFTER JUDUS CAME AND SPOKE TO THE REBELLING THRONGS DI HE SWAY THEM WITH THE CLOUT ONLY A LIFELONG REPRESENTATIVE COULD HAVE.
She had so much power over me that I couldn’t begin to breathe.
I walked quickly through the gate, trying to mask the sound of my beating heart with my quickening footsteps. Tried to act as if I belonged in that magical world where I knew she was waiting for me. If only I hadn’t forgotten my security clearance. Even with an innocent face like mine, and all the power I thought I possessed, I’m still lying on the ground outside while that beautiful goddess is there waiting for me. Perpetually waiting.
–Mickey Mouse, on trying to enter Disneyland.
Aim.
Hard.
Heavy.
Thump.
Hit. P
erfection.
Now he’s lying on the floor.
Dead, dead, dead?
Possibly.
But it’s not probable.
Did I even really hit him all that hard?
I hope so.
“Ya big clout! Look what you’ve done! Ya idiot!” I shouted, shoving him away from my cot.
The others should’ve laughed at my attempts; after all, I was one 5’2″ 100lbs girl against one Dedrik, who had at least 80lbs and a foot on me on me.
And yet I didn’t hear a sound.
If I had been any other little girl, it would have been hysterical.
But I wasn’t any other little girl.
I was ME.
And Dedrik all but fled from my wrath.
One time, I would really love to cloat someone over the head. With a stack of books or something. Just for the fun of it. I would feel like a really old-school teacher, back when teachers seemed to have some power over pupils. That would be nice. Just once.
i dont know what clout is, maybe is the thing you get when you wounds scar. I don’t know as many english words as I thought I did. I wish they had given me another word.
He clouted me across the side of my head and I ran, with nothing but the insubstantial silk of an emerald dress and a slinky golden chain about my neck. Through the rain, through the paved walkways of London, through the throb of pain and the scarlet graze upon my temple. Through it all, I ran.
His shoulder blades- but not them, where they meet, a ripple of skin between-
his past, broad and sturdy, an endless sea appart from home. A wrinkle of kin.
Clout is not a word that I was expecting. To have clout, you have worth. I have clout with grammar. I thought I had clout with writing until oneword.com asked me to write about the word “clout” for sixty seconds. I hope I have more clout one day.
clout. i wish i could clout a few people today. like the woman who sat in with me for my exam breathing so heavily that i might have thought there was a rhino in the room. and that man who was short one pence for his train fare, i gave him 5p and he kept the four pence change, what a way to thank me. Clout.
through the looking glass, a vision appears
Straight line speed, nothing is clear
Stopping on point
Living
dying
We are all here, but nothing is sincere.
He clouted me over the ear, and I fell to the ground. My arms went up to protect my head. Dad was drunk again, and he was taking it out on me. Thank goodness too, because I would kill him if he laid a hand on Mom again.
i had the clout of a million men. strong ones. clout so dense that the snap of a finger could send mountains crashing into rivers and leave killers weeping. this clout so heavy, so harsh, and resting its weight on a finger. the clout was mightier than even i.
Clout is for stomping; clout is for understanding; clout is for vouching; clout is for speaking your piece; clout is for standing up for yourself & for others.
Clout sounds like cow and vouch sounds like vache. Moo.
blood surges
nothing more
forever
never stopping
for the
bacteria is
attacking
my cells.
Do you have it? … Do you know what it means? … I figured you didn’t.
It’s a term that belongs with a past dead generation that once determined whether or not you fit into a man box. And whether you could be a politician or a carpenter, both required this apparently …
clout is the base, is the little seed that makes you do things, is the center of your principles, the center of your movement, is like the pedal that drives the bike, and the word that initiate your phrases.
You are one. Don’t deny it.
es lo que nos mueve cuando la personalidad no nos alcanza, es simplemente una ventaja que se convierte en desventaja, pero que podría ser una herramienta para hacer un mejor mundo
Just because you’re beautiful or wealthy, that doesn’t mean you’re an authority on anything. Appearance and money don’t give you clout; knowledge and the belief of others gives it to you.
clout is an odd word, ive never heard of it before but i like tacos. this word reminds me of the word cloud cuz its spelled slimiarly. thats it.
They assume because they have so much clout they can’t be brought down a peg or two! Surely you jest!
She clout the hard dirt with the heavy rake. She had been at it all day and barely had a half acre finished. She wanted to sob, knowing that at this rate she would never have a crop planted in time. But she pushed on, working even harder. Her hands blistered and dirty, her legs weary as she returned to the house well after dark.
This is a weird word. Is it really a word? I have never heard of this word. It may sound like cloud except with a typo. In norway this could possibly mean something else. Like something to wipe dishes with, I don’t know. Clout.
clout????
to clout
a heavy or hard hit with an object okay then
thats kinda violent
you know what else is violent
ya face
im just kidding im sorry forgive me
WHAT AM I DOING IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING A PROFOUND POEM OKAY
IM RUNNING OUT OF T I M E
UGH
The clout of dirt hit her squarely in the back. She turned around slowly, her eyes piercing me, yet I could not help bursting out with uncontrollable laughter. Suddenly the tension of earlier was broken, our squabble forgotten and as she bent down to pick up a handful of mud to sling toward me, her eyes sparkled with delight.
what is clout?
Is that like a cloud or something?
what is clout?
oh the curiosity
I must know
what is clout?
Someone get me a dictionary now!
“You stinking clout. I hate you!”
“What?”
Juliana looked at Marissa. “Clout.”
“What the heck is a clout? Is that a fish?”
“No, that’s a trout.”
I dont know what a clout is, but it sounds like cloud and cunt, maybe the cloud was being a cunt and made the world angry and now everyone calls it the clout, maybe he hates everyone and thats why hes a cunt
It was dark out, and the air was filled with the heavy scent of rain. It still hurt where my mother had clouted me on the ear, but I tried to ignore it and keep walking. I could hear leaves rustling above and I wondered where the birds were.
clout. cloud 9. cloud your judgement. cloud the world. get high. leave this place. come back to earth. wait, i need you. I miss you. Let’s pretend we are in the clouds. A comfortable place. comfort.
i have no ideia hat this means what so ever, I really don’t
but I don’t know what anything is anymore, I don’t know who I am
I just know that I am alone and at my own pace
Just like a so-called clout that I don’t recognize
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror either
Meh, my thoughts are all in a clout nowadays. Unsure of too many things. Sure of like only one.
clowns throwing clouts to their faces
Well I have no idea what this word means but it reminds me of a blood clot and a cloud, so maybe a blood clot that has filled with air and is now a cloud, maybe that’s what the clouds look like in hell, if that is so,then that’s disgusting.
Dot once had clout in imaginative circles. She drools now, into the porridge, spoon held aloft, eyes locked up, like an old hard disk drive. The larvae of bullwhip moths have gnawed her neurons. The cells, they’re lacy, like doilies. On armchairs. Dusty in attics. Where the sentinel sits, wizened, white, watching. Blind. At the window. Numb like scar tissue.
One day , a long way away from domestic bliss a man came into their world of stuttered madness and he claimed he would save them from the pain they shared, but instead he took what he could and claimed ownership on their fears. A clout of a man!
THE STATES REJECTED THE AMENDMENT THE FIRST TIME. ONLY AFTER JUDUS CAME AND SPOKE TO THE REBELLING THRONGS DI HE SWAY THEM WITH THE CLOUT ONLY A LIFELONG REPRESENTATIVE COULD HAVE.
She had so much power over me that I couldn’t begin to breathe.
I walked quickly through the gate, trying to mask the sound of my beating heart with my quickening footsteps. Tried to act as if I belonged in that magical world where I knew she was waiting for me. If only I hadn’t forgotten my security clearance. Even with an innocent face like mine, and all the power I thought I possessed, I’m still lying on the ground outside while that beautiful goddess is there waiting for me. Perpetually waiting.
–Mickey Mouse, on trying to enter Disneyland.
Aim.
Hard.
Heavy.
Thump.
Hit. P
erfection.
Now he’s lying on the floor.
Dead, dead, dead?
Possibly.
But it’s not probable.
Did I even really hit him all that hard?
I hope so.
“Ya big clout! Look what you’ve done! Ya idiot!” I shouted, shoving him away from my cot.
The others should’ve laughed at my attempts; after all, I was one 5’2″ 100lbs girl against one Dedrik, who had at least 80lbs and a foot on me on me.
And yet I didn’t hear a sound.
If I had been any other little girl, it would have been hysterical.
But I wasn’t any other little girl.
I was ME.
And Dedrik all but fled from my wrath.
One time, I would really love to cloat someone over the head. With a stack of books or something. Just for the fun of it. I would feel like a really old-school teacher, back when teachers seemed to have some power over pupils. That would be nice. Just once.
i dont know what clout is, maybe is the thing you get when you wounds scar. I don’t know as many english words as I thought I did. I wish they had given me another word.
He clouted me across the side of my head and I ran, with nothing but the insubstantial silk of an emerald dress and a slinky golden chain about my neck. Through the rain, through the paved walkways of London, through the throb of pain and the scarlet graze upon my temple. Through it all, I ran.
She hadn’t given it much thought before, but supposed he was right.
“I’ll have to try the next town over, then.”
“So you shall.” He shut the book with a *slap* and handed it back to her. She winced, and placed it gingerly inside her bookbag.
On the road again, it seemed. When would she find a proper home for this novel?
His shoulder blades- but not them, where they meet, a ripple of skin between-
his past, broad and sturdy, an endless sea appart from home. A wrinkle of kin.
If your clout is my blessing I’m gonna take it all in my blood. The painful wisper will keep me warm until the eyes will shut in two sparkly holes
Clout a very strange word! I’m not sure about the meaning and how to use it properly in a context.
Clout is not a word that I was expecting. To have clout, you have worth. I have clout with grammar. I thought I had clout with writing until oneword.com asked me to write about the word “clout” for sixty seconds. I hope I have more clout one day.
clout. i wish i could clout a few people today. like the woman who sat in with me for my exam breathing so heavily that i might have thought there was a rhino in the room. and that man who was short one pence for his train fare, i gave him 5p and he kept the four pence change, what a way to thank me. Clout.
through the looking glass, a vision appears
Straight line speed, nothing is clear
Stopping on point
Living
dying
We are all here, but nothing is sincere.
JO
He clouted me over the ear, and I fell to the ground. My arms went up to protect my head. Dad was drunk again, and he was taking it out on me. Thank goodness too, because I would kill him if he laid a hand on Mom again.
i had the clout of a million men. strong ones. clout so dense that the snap of a finger could send mountains crashing into rivers and leave killers weeping. this clout so heavy, so harsh, and resting its weight on a finger. the clout was mightier than even i.