Best Clambered Poems
Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.
There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But also quite vain and spoiled rotten.
She had a semi-private
Affair with a pirate
That would be but for me now forgotten.
The pirate, Mad Jack, was bloodthirsty and crude,
When upset, he'd explode, blow his top off.
Merchant vessels he sank,
Made their crews walk the plank,
Or, more rudely, their heads he would lop off.
One day Princess Daphne set out to sea
With her maid, they were bound for Majorca.
But the maid, in a gale,
Was swept over the rail
And inhaled by an asthmatic orca.
Lifeboats were lowered, the crew clambered in
And rowed quickly away, only thinking
Of saving their own necks,
Not the princess below decks
Left alone on a wreck that was sinking.
Then through the storm a ship hove into view,
At first Daphne thought it would dodge her.
But before she could hail her,
She felt courage fail her,
From its mast flew a vast Jolly Roger.
When Princess Daphne was brought before Jack,
She was haughty but thought he was handsome.
But to his greedy eyes
This fair royal prize
Represented a shipload of ransom.
But Jack was still human, Daphne was too,
And soon they were sharing their privates.
To his quarters she moved
And his crew all approved,
No one loves a love tale more than pirates.
But what of the ransom, yet to be paid?
Well, here the plot gets even deeper.
The stingy king said to Jack,
"No, I don't want her back.
It's cheaper for me if you keep her."
So Princess Daphne became Jack's sea wife,
And though common, but not mandatory,
When they became parents
They stopped being pirates
And passed peacefully out of the story.
For now then, my dears, that's the end of my tale,
An adventurous one hard to equal.
But, if I may be so bold,
And there's more to be told,
It may one day unfold in a sequel.
Categories:
clambered, adventure, humor, princess, romance,
Form:
Light Verse
We are all gathered on the platform
Jumping up and down with glee
We can see the smoke of the puffing train
Coming nearer to take us to the sea
We are off on a Whitsun treat
Forty children or more
Many adults to look after us
Experience told them what was the score
They heaved on wicker baskets of goodies
And crates of lemonade
We were off to Barry Island for a Picnic
Just a half hours ride away
The seats were rather hard and had
mesh racks above to store luggage for folk
Opened up the windows with a leather strap
Stuck out heads to a face full of smuts and smoke
The choc choo sound was so exhilarating
Excitement grew with every mile
Wanted to be that train driver with his whistle
To pull that chain that made the sound, bringing smiles.
Had a wonderful time on the sands
Paddled our feet in the sea
Gathered around to eat our food
Washed down for the adults with gallons of tea
Forty tired and happy children
Clambered aboad that train for home
The clicketty clack of the wheels
the sway of the carriage, sending them to sleep and dream
We were soon at our home station
So sleepy yet didn't want the day to end
Tired and dirty, had a lovely day in the sun
Starting the day aboard a steam train that puffed around the bend.
Penned January 20 2015
Categories:
clambered, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Desolate near a mountain top,a maiden sighing high;
While floating gently above the ground,
Clouds went tiptoeing softly by.
Beside this sierra tall and steep,
Yonder where the insects creep;
This angels eyes now beckoned:
I clambered up the slippery side,
Not waiting for one second.
A confetti of butterflies,were making way on wing;
The maiden now opened her eyes,when a lark began to sing.
Beneath some trees,the rustling leaves;
Were conferencing just in murmur,
This heart began to pound so fast,it seemed so full of fervour.
Now stars came out and brightly shone,
They danced along my way;
My woman now with song and dance,
Had woken out of slumber;
A sign to mean the time had come,
To know we're two in number.
I smiled upon that lovely face,
So full of joy and feminine grace.
We made love now,like two so skilled;
A night it was with pleasure filled.
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Categories:
clambered, happiness
Form:
Narrative
The lamp outside my lodgings cut through fog of dirty grey,
I donned my coat and hat ready to start another day.
The sound of hooves on cobbles meant my transport was at hand
I stepped onto the pavement as it pulled up at the stand.
Quick turn of the brass handle, creaky door swung open wide,
a short leap to the footplate and I clambered up inside.
The bench seat buttoned velour, colours fading, rather frayed,
long scratches on the rosewood round the Marquetry inlaid.
We bounced and swung on straps and springs and galloped through the streets,
Side window broken in one corner, letting out the heat.
Outside the Quad I paid my fare and stepped into the cold,
and thought 'how many other Derby cabs are quite that old?'
Inspired by an article in today's local paper regarding the age
and appalling state of some of our local Taxi cabs.
Categories:
clambered, car,
Form:
Rhyme
She stood there and slooshed on the grass at her feet
She’d have to move forward before she dared eat
She walked a few paces to discover that
Some other cow had left a foul splat
Wherever she looked there was piddle or poo
And that was the moment she knew what to do
She looked at the grass which was drying and brown
She might well have cringed but a cow cannot frown
She went to the river to drink some clean water
Across it, the farmer, his wife and his daughter
Live in a house with a lush green lawn
The greenest she’d seen since the day she was born
But why should she settle for this frazzled field
When over the river, a bounteous yield
Well she had to go where she had to go
And then in the water was hit by the flow
She struggled against it, her progress was slow
But she battled on to where green grass does grow
Why should the farmer keep it to himself
When cows were the subject of all of his wealth
The river was raging, the current was strong
She aimed for the lawn so she didn't go wrong
And finally clambered the opposite side
Astounded she’d managed a river so wide
She pushed herself out and up onto the bank
And looked back across to where the grass stank
She’ll savour this green grass for all it is worth
She took her first mouthful...
Yuk...
Astroturf!
Categories:
clambered, animal, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
If you saw a rainbow and you clambered up one side
And then whizzed down the other like it was a massive slide
I have to say it all sounds like a lot of fun to me
But when you got back down again, I wonder where you'd be
I thought that I would find out, and so I gave it a try
The top of that there curve was really high up in the sky
But when I slid back down again, the breeze was really cold
I smacked my toe against a pot: that pot was painted gold
I have to say I had no use for some old painted pot
Or those old coins all painted gold of which there were a lot
I climbed back up that rainbow even though my toe was bent
Then hurtled down to find my landlord waiting for his rent
I told him I was broke until my motor car was sold
He said but that’s a rainbow... did you find no crock of gold
But then the rainbow faded and my guts were in a knot
And I was so dumbfounded, all that I could say was, ‘What?’
Categories:
clambered, fantasy, rainbow,
Form:
Rhyme
The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized
Materialized from matter without flatter, all is jargon even tarragon
So have you planned usurping what is beyond the seamless light?
Fishing for extinct species yet landing luggage makes one uneasy
But oh so few have caught the ride switched on by myriad microchips
Looking into the lightened halogen afforded space upon the brazen hillside strata
It is all an electric race for peace with resistors, electrons racing past hazards
Imagination pictured impossibilities precisely placed to soothe the softened goals
Remotely fusiform he held in his own untrained hand although he dipped at times
Mechanisms, anachronisms and microcosms of life go on to divide or multiply
They form a landing, certain coiled spinning prisms an animate defense of green
Can a pixel bring a timely recompense or electrons reap a harvest?
Categories:
clambered, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Fred was taking a break after working hard for weeks
to find a cure for awkwardness for guys like him--geeks.
He dreamed of being suave. Oh, how he wanted to dance!
But work and having two left feet denied him the chance.
The door flew open then. In came a tall, robust girl.
She clambered over, yanked him up, and gave him a whirl.
She said, “My name’s Fran Frankenklutz. I’ll teach you some moves.
I’ll show you how a gal like me gets with the beat and grooves.”
They did the Monster Mash so well with their four left feet.
They are a couple now—the happiest you'll ever meet!
posted October 9, 2016
entered in Frank Herrera's Zany Poetry Contest November 27, 2016
Date: May 25, 2019
Contest Title: Pick a Title, Vol 5--A Macabre Dance
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
clambered, dance, humor, romance,
Form:
Verse
Peter the Pumpkin went walking one night
When Samantha the Squash strolled past
Peter was smitten, it was love at first sight
"Will you marry me now?" He asked
They ran to Patch Hall like frolicking pups
Judge Winnie the Witch performed rites
"Any veggie who objects, speak now or shut-up!
I pronounce you pumpkin and wife"
Gossip spread in the patch as events unfolded
Artichokes choked and sweet onions cried
Cucumbers clambered and scallions scolded
"Outrageous! They both should be fried!"
Sam's momma fainted, Pete's papa condemned
His shell was quivering with rage
"An inter-gourd marriage? Over my dead stem!
I'll beet your rind-end, you're underage!"
So they fled to Farmer Joe's fruit tree estate
(They're a bit more liberal, you see)
"Hey, what's the big deal? We cross-pollinate!
Sit down, have some compost, feel free!"
"Joe will hoe you a quaint little fertilized bed
There's plenty of space here to grow"
So they put down their roots and quickly cross-bred
Two dozen young Squashkins in a row
Categories:
clambered, fantasy, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
HEBRIDES
Big waves crash on a Hebrides shore,
Horizontal rain slashes the rocks.
There’s no shelter here, not even a crack,
There’s no wood here, and nothing to burn:
Frost giants hurl slivers of ice.
The sun will rise twelve hours from now,
But by then, they say, the snow will be
Knee deep, and nearly slush.
I’m dry enough, but stranded atop
A granite pinnacle miles from shore.
Yesterday I clambered up
To say farewell and then to leap;
But now I can’t, and the coward man
Whimpers and lives for no good reason.
They’d rule a fall from here an accident,
Insurance claims would pay my bills
And spare my family funeral costs.
The fall, I think, a moment of terror,
But actually, not much pain.
And as for the afterlife –
Rosicrucians say
I’d repeat the same act over and over and over
Falling into a self-created hell.
But escape,
That’s not an option.
Friends look at me and say:
“Better choices you need to make:
You’re not paralyzed from the neck down,
Retching from intestinal cancer,
Helpless in bed with chemical burns,
You haven’t lost a wife or a child
To a tsunami or a terrorist attack,
You’re not foaming with addictions
Or exposed in shame on national TV,
So what’s your problem?”
TRAPPED! I tell you, I’m trapped
Inside the same old wretched self,
In a prison too small for the animal life
The monkey and the otter praying to play
In sunflower fields abounding in streams
Where fountains sparkle joyously
And rainbows lift the sky to the sun –
Away from the hamster chained to a log,
Away from the failures and toxic romances,
Away from the husbands choking their wives,
Away from the igloos buried in ash,
Away from
Away from
Away from
Away from the hollow men
Pulling the strings.
Categories:
clambered, depression,
Form:
Blank verse
Through the days of blistering toil.
A murmur of spirit after a blissful
trial.These were the emotions on this
endless day.Minutes later in single
file, were prints from hoofs in the
muddy soil.While easing toward
drudgery and withdrawal.The amazing
thoroughbreds entered their stall.
Jockeys clambered onto their colts.
As they were trained superbly, for
the oncoming derby.While over the
loudspeaker the narrator spoke.
Calling out numbers for only who was
there.Consider a victory and the
triple crown.Ready to gain-gain an
inch of ground.Thoroughbred racing
was the name of the game.Where
hesitating was nothing, and no
one to blame.Where multitudes of
spectators impatiently waited, for the
master racers to open the gate.A
photograph finish ended the race.
Beaten by a length-a length out of
pace.Was the thoroughbred racer
in second place..
The Derby Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,1987..ALL rights reserved..
Categories:
clambered, horse, race,
Form:
Acrostic
I passed a purple door one day while out for a casual walk
Curiosity got the best of me when it began to talk
It said it was a magical door and welcomed me inside
It bribed me with indispensable knowledge if I would abide
Only a brief moment of my time it would need
Just step across my threshold it began to plead
I thought for just a minute and wondered if I should
What really did I have to loose, this might turn out quite good
I clambered up the steps with haste and through the portal I passed
Immediately I was whisked away through a narrow shaft
As I tumbled through the darkness, I faintly heard the door slam shut
A queasy feeling erupted in the bottom of my gut
I shuddered knowing that I had possibly sealed my fate
What an awful mistake I made, I should have opted for a golden gate
I think my soul was taken, had I completely lost my head
Eternity was upon me, filling me with dread
A second chance I dared wish, as a silent scream danced on my lips
A horrible thought flashed through my mind as I came to grips
I should have kept on walking, never going through that purple door
I certainly didn’t anticipate this and regretted it even more
Had destiny played some cruel prank I truly could not tell
All I know for sure that day, I was sent to hell
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Written 2014-05-21 : alternative ending
Categories:
clambered, conflict, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
See the golden goose.
Flutter its wings.
The boy from the matchbox.
Wants golden wings.
So he wakes up the giant.
From his dreary sleep.
'Cause the goose is what the giant had.
To keep up his keep..
So the boy climbs down a string.
That's attached to the lace of a shoe.
He keeps real quiet.
So the giant doesn't move.
He swings 'round and 'round.
Trying to keep in groove.
The giant stands up, in a hurriedly move.
The boy falls off the string.
'Cause he couldn't keep grip.
Clambered through the keyhole.
Going flippy flip..
He landed on the ground.
Taking off in a flash.
He took off in a flash; saying,
'this place is a jip'
Children's Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2015..ALL rights reserved.
Categories:
clambered, children, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Epic
There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family
There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family
There's a void, now
A hollow cavern
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family
There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family
Categories:
clambered, allegory, angst, childhood, death,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A Turning About
I thought life was an uphill task.Face turned
Towards the West,head bowed I clambered on
And on,one among many,seeking some
Vaguely beheld trophy at the top.
The cuts and bruises from impatient slips
Were all,I thought,sure signs of normalcy,
Till I saw some with unhurried steps,
Unruffled looks that clearly marked them not
Of the race and wondered at their strength.
Invited for a sip,curiously
I went and as I turned cup in hand
To sit on a boulder,lo,in the Eastern sky
Resplendent stood the Sun,the source,the glory
Of it all!And then I understood
The strenght of the softest bud,the measured
Reach of the tiniest twig,the patience
Of the aged wood,the rainbow shine
In a lowly ditch and when I got up again
To climb,it was only for a better view.
Categories:
clambered, change,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter