Best Clambering Poems
Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll
On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing and clambering
We roll and meander
impetuously twiddling all the way
atop gregarious green promenades
we pause in slight delay
as we prattle and prance
as we dance to the Crickets singing
nodding to their fiddling
frolicking with all the jiggling
Serendipitous stalks
of snickering flowers pop
to dazzle and razzle our wits
we glide in stripes of candy bits
of rainbows bright
Purple painted paisley
fragrantly flairs in pairs
of scented lavender sweetness
among black-eyed daisies
dusting the woozy air
in a meadow’s billowing bloom
sunflowers sunbathe in costume
We giddily tarry
as we carry
a feast of fancies and treats
artsy bits of charmed delicacies
filled with a peck of upcoming kisses
enticing fantasies that wink
Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray
as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway
hugs as we shy away
from tomfoolery jesting
to lay down and swoon
looking up at the soon to be stars
lingering for the coming of the moon
Murmurs of Starlings
gaggle their harmonies
of chirps
in cheeks and broadened beaks
thrumming tiny melodies.
Swallows sweep and woo
fixated on this unabashed swain
through songbird strains
announcing a shrilling review
broadening in sweet refrains
“I love you…I love you”
Fingerpainting the Monet sky
puffy white cotton words appear
from clouds passing by
while tiny violins spin in the air
piccolos peep
pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep
their contentedness to appease
trailing off the pleasant breeze
I fall upon my knees
My words explode to strew
like a thousand storms set free
“I love you…I love you…I love you”
Categories:
clambering, i love you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
On a robust breeze, the sunset flares
through the ripe peach filtered clouds.
As they extend garish golden glaze
past bleached sands, salted corpses.
Cold crying of sailors washed clean
slipping off the clambering crabs.
Categories:
clambering, death, fantasy, nature, sea
Form:
Crystalline
Harbour your vessel in the sea of life
In calm water or safe shores
Avoid wild raging ocean storms
Keep your vessel safe and secure
Wild weather and furious waves
Vessel control you may lose
In the eye of a frenzied storm
You may end up battered and bruised
Huge swells will toss and tumble you
Fiercely thrash you around
Knocking you quietly overboard
The unforgiving sea will drag you down
Sinking deeper and deeper
Unable to gasp any air
Frenzied clambering to the surface
Yet getting nowhere …..
A helping hand reaches down
Pulls you out of the oceans fury
Harbour your vessel on calm waters
As the ocean has no judge or jury!
Categories:
clambering, life, metaphor, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller fish
will beat the flow and seek a sheltered cranny.
Peewits squeal, and wheel through softened skies,
as sunshine makes a welcome reappearance.
Drying out, we wait for trains,
our notebooks at the ready.
A record twenty-six come through,
some chug to local destinations,
others muscle by, non-stop,
to Carlisle and the Scottish Highlands.
We eat our sandwiches in silence,
underlining names and numbers.
Clambering up the embankment
and skittering down, as gravity
grabs then releases we fall in a heap,
and can't wait to do it again!
An impromptu game of catch,
throwing stones instead of tennis balls,
our laughter uncontrollable,
we trip and stagger home.
The warp and weft, the fabric of my youth
still reassures me with these moments of enduring truth.
Categories:
clambering, childhood,
Form:
Verse
the apple tree
in my grandmother's yard
low branches
secret shade
our place to steal
time from the world
safe from others
with their gin and regrets
I remember you
so young with pink ribbons
clambering up on rough branches
cursing your shoes and clean dress
shining smiles down on me
invitation so sweet
daring so bold
me shy and earthbound
I make low limbs my perch
you laugh and swing over
robins startled and scolding
grabbing apples so fat
our warm summer rubies
carelessly tossed down my way
so eyes closed I bite in
loving that crunch
a little taste of forever
but glancing up into yesterday
with a last slice of memory
your dress now only sunlight
bright patches dappled on branches
and looking down
I'm surrounded
by fallen apples
Categories:
clambering, memory,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A fat man while clambering up a tree
To pluck pears was stung by a swarm of bee
Alas! With a heavy thud,
He landed in the dry mud
Bees stung on his limp prick and he couldn’t flee!
Categories:
clambering, betrayal, fate, insect,
Form:
Limerick
A pawn for a pawn, a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated, indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing ship mired by a dragging anchor
I will be the insensitive squall that screams and squashes
your spirit's resolve for immortality to which you aspire,
by necessity, your pirate army pines to encroach this backline of mine,
alert for advantage like hyenas on high ground,
but when the men turn round with countenances of lost children,
then the lead you must take and oasis forgo,
A final engagement cautiously commenced upon the carnage
of this conflict's first casualties, terrific testament of mortality,
gross scenes torn pale and asunder by torchlights,
unremitting images of the half dead bleeding,
their moans bare and last moments barren
like old channels of lost rivers,
raging exhaustion spurned and supplanted with a spontaneous summons
of a brazen belief that my foe is more weakened, warbled and wasted than we,
here in the middle, setting the endgame circuitously,
a defense is devised to deter like a pinching pillory,
my startegy is instinct, my ferocity diverse -
J.A.B. - Final Part -
Categories:
clambering, engagement, lost, war,
Form:
Epic
Blossoming
Effulgent sun proffers love
Clambering…
Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering
Categories:
clambering, autumn, beauty, courage, dedication,
Form:
Haiku
You can't fool a dancer,
hard reverb coming at you like Prancer-
welcome-wagon interstellar like Lancer-
holy demon!
When did my steam stop?
Holly weedin'!
Where did you chop chop?
Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! !
Welcome here...
Its home in the winter.
Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! !
Dear Splinter,
it's a creep in the depths of the beat,
it's the 'I won'ts' in the Orgasms and weeps,
the liver turns into seed,
never forgets to breathe,
because the end will set us all free! ! !
Welcome here,
I have a reason to sound clear,
so don't drop out justifyin' why you're not-
flappin- flippin- rectifyin,'
or wearing any gear...
Heather bids to whither in winter with a sinner!
Dharma- bammered- donner's party at dinner!
Don-wan gets undertaken by the cowards of the crewman,
that's what happens off stage at an out-land!
Astounding as the crowd that attracts,
jumpin' jimmy's all around the facts,
people clambering over outdated nick-nacks,
elders not retiring because they know they put evil back,
William wondered of war over sea's with the remorse,
Donna sang to the serious on stage with the poor,
verdict was made to off set the players inundating us with words,
technology crashed the earth and left the economy for the birds.
Categories:
clambering, age, art, beautiful, growing
Form:
Blitz
Give me the hardy breed that thrives in the arid wild
The tougher kind that walks with a sure unfaltering stride,
The restless heart that without fear the mountains roams;
Not the sissy softer variety that favors the mushy loams.
I need those manly swines with sun-burned sinew
Not the convenience-seeking boys stained with dew,
I reward the uncertain gambling of the wandering type
Not the sure stocks invested with opportunistic hype.
I have been here for years but a generation comes and goes
And yet some think they can predict me with their fake laws,
I read the speculative greed of fellows from a safe mile away
For my expansive experience spans a million years and a day.
I pick a man of valor from the faking crowds,
In his quiet among the city’s clambering sounds;
None can ever cheat my heart-scanning eye that sees
Beyond the snow-capped peaks and the roaring seas.
And my ears are ever un-waxed to listen
To the crackling labors of any gifted pen
That scribbles this account of my fickle nature
So men may know the traits that give me pleasure.
Categories:
clambering, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Clambering through the darkness
Grasping at whatever is there
Heading toward that glimpse of light
In desperation and despair
Stumbling and falling
Time and time again
Focused only on that glimpse of light
At the very end
So weary and weak
Though you must struggle on
As the light is getting closer
It won’t be very long
You know you must continue
Even though it’s incredibly tough
Your body wants to stop and rest
It’s clearly had enough
Determined to reach the light
One step at a time
As now it’s getting brighter
Leaving the darkness behind
The darkness now has faded
You have finally reached that light
It took some time to get there
All is visible and bright
So when times are hard
It’s feels there’s no end in sight
Keep on persevering
Remember that glimpse of light
“There is a light at the end of the tunnel”!
Categories:
clambering, anxiety, depression, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
He helped himself up to the wind's foremost blow
On a hillock where the moon searched his impecunious pockets,
Waking a flood in his eyes like swelled teats.
He opened wide to receive the Lady, this Endymion cheats,
No worm-wood virus but sweet philtre phials.
Finishing, he is a lover...
He sought the bosom of Erebus in her wildest glow.
He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.
A scavenger cat clawing a bushman's billy-can
Some hard laid by in his work, purred with surveillance
In disgust over him turning tins over in the bin.
Together he cast the lid by to biltong and raisin:
The cat devours, he abandons the prandial dance.
Pausing, he is a server...
He ate them all like yams those starved seamen.
He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.
Over the mellowy orchard, for a while he blotted,
Down the glen he skied on the mossy rock
And rubbed clean in the steamy fume of the fall.
Clambering on the paddock, the love-grass over him gall
His rag-patches, bee-combed, mock.
Swearing, he is a dreamer...
He tore tearfully through the palliasse of touch-me-not.
He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.
Now upon the road of life, he chanced
And espied himself the mutest spectre dust,
Cruising his hour in the propelled sleep of night.
He saw himself waft from this mount to that bight
And saw it was not wont or just.
Laughing, he is a god...
But this infidel purpose of man be countenanced.
He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.
(c) T. Wignesan - 1948 in Tracks of a Tramp. Singapore-Kuala Lumpur: Rayirath Publications, 1961.
Categories:
clambering, life, time, cat, time,
Form:
Narrative
Takes in all of what she sees's
And so enthusiastically
Leaps about, care free and heart felt
Longing to find a mystery or secret door
Under, over, clambering through her imagination
Lavender surrounds her in the hazy field
All is quiet, only the deepest sigh
Home bound on the shoulders of her father
Categories:
clambering, daughter
Form:
Name
RESISTANCE (EAST TIMOR)
A young man
A young man lying
Sightlessly staring beyond the sky.
Resistance…
A fierce wind blowing…
Bitterness trapped in his quietened heart.
His forehead.
a round mark, tiny.
precisely.
A tilak? Futility.
Scorching sun
Clambering, burning,
Sweltering,
One more sacrifice.
A mere boy
Who will own him now?
Festering,
Ants consuming his brow.
A woman
Pauses at the place,
Whimpering.
Stoops to cool his face.
Eyelids first.
Closing them one last time.
Lovingly.
She is a mother.
Familiar?
Does she start to weep?
No.
She has seen all this before.
Often.
Categories:
clambering, war,
Form:
Epitaph
It’s over and the drugs are wearing off
As suffering returns, we cease to scoff
At those post-ops who bitterly complain
Of “agony” or “unbearable pain”
And for whom words of sympathy or worse
Are encapsulated sometimes in verse
On an expensive store-bought greetings card
In poor doggerel that insults the Bard
And though I do not even try to claim
My work in any way can match his fame
I feel compelled to write these words for you
As you might be anxious and feeling blue
Wondering how you’ll feel in the future
Once the nurse removes that final suture
From the site of your new hip replacement
Transforming your life to your amazement
You’ll soon be ascending mighty mountains
Or splashing around in public fountains
Clambering up over countryside stiles
Running or yomping for dozens of miles
Gazelle-like soaring over 5-barred gates
And everywhere zooming on roller skates
For many months you’ve been acting stoic
Now achieve something really heroic!
Categories:
clambering, anxiety, body, courage, drug,
Form:
Ottava rima