Best Clomp Poems

Eddy was a very young elephant so there was much he had yet to learn. One day, Eddy felt sad because all his young animal friends could play instruments that made glorious sounds, while he, it seemed, could not. Try as he might, each note...

Continue reading...

Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder

doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst

rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing

materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic...

Continue reading...

" 'Tis to breakfast we now go! "

Baconnnn.... Baconnnnn.... Baconnnnn!
Breakfast is she makin'~
Toast with butter & jam!
Eggs even & with fried ham!

Baconnnnnnn!
Baconnnnnn!
Pancakes & milkshakes!
Goodness gracious & land's sakes!
Pineapples, strawberries, oranges rolling 'round loose!
Jellys, jams & even juice!

Baconnnnn!
Baconnn!

Breakfast she is makin'!
That smell into our noses flew!
Hams...

Continue reading...

Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw...

Continue reading...

she cowers in the corner 
when he comes home the 
mere clomp of the boots 
make their way to the room 
wherein she is hiding her
breathing rapidly increasing
her heart thumping louder
than his footsteps growing
closer while she tries to 
work out her next move she
is pulled...

Continue reading...

Through the cobblestone roads they walk 
with feet so light and hearts so bright 
along the path where passion sizzles love
it is a prelude to dismember by the hour ;
Fine china dishes and silent forks await  
outside the window, a horse passes by ...

Continue reading...

shared a strange reality made from footsteps
the land of spirit being open to improvisation
with existence a fountain of plenty for all
too much meaning too much of the time
is it not true to the self of selves that
suffering to one is suffering to all 
they patiently...

Continue reading...

With plates and words in anger flying
My wife and I now deem it best
To cease all our screaming and crying
As I check into the Motel Goodrest

I arrive and plop down for a blissful night
But for two hours a car’s engine revs; varoom!
Above me screeching shouts;...

Continue reading...

Whip, click, clip, umbrellas flatten near the stairs 
Stomp, slap, clap, echo footsteps here and there
Rumble, rattle, honk! goes the subway along the tracks
“Hey”, “Wait”, “No!”, voices shouting are just the facts.

Scrape, screech, hiss, loud noises of metro brakes
Clack, shudder, ping! sounds the electric doors...

Continue reading...

THE TEMPEST 

Before the tempest nothing moves,
Goose bumps shiver my flesh.
Before the clomp of horses hooves,
The storm’s about to thresh.
Trees shake their heads like ceiling fans,
Tear drops splatter with clapping hands.
Trees shake their heads,
Trees shake their heads...
We wonder what the tempest plans!

Screams - howling wind...

Continue reading...

Clippity clomp stomp romp chomp  
its wabbit making racket with a hatchet    
He's got a hump and a stump rump   
he goes  fuzzy wuzzy chinzy flimsy  
when the lame rain yanks his brain chain  
thats ...

Continue reading...

Under the shed is a groundhog,
Living without my consent.
Once in a while he emerges;
His presence I’ve come to resent.

Likely he’s dug a deep burrow
And most of the time he’s away.
I don’t think that I can evict him;
It seems like he’s planning to stay.

In previous years...

Continue reading...

Come we're gonna have a party wear a costume bring your cat
The cauldrons ready so don't tardy bring your Hocus Pocus hat   

Grab some munchies at the door moaning sounds all that gore  
It is Aldo playing Rambo, with scary spiders, hiders...

Continue reading...

we’re taught to want the city on the hill
to live there, to reign there,
to step on everyone else’s back on the 
way there---
we’re taught to strive for a place amongst the
star studded eyes
the life we see in celluloid 
not the one that we actually have,
so...

Continue reading...

Erotic prayers are typed like tattoos
on her virtual skin. She clutches at this man;

prints his likeness under her tongue. His words
are as close as a bedtime story told to her flesh.

An fleshy fruit grows ripe, tactile,
Wet desires hung from neuronal dendrites.

They meet at the verge...

Continue reading...