Whoosh! Swish! Clang!
It's the six o'clock kitchen band!
Whoosh of paper towels off the roll.
Swish as broom threads brush the floor.
Clang as pots put on to boil!
Clackety! Clackety! Clack!
Spoons, forks, and knives,
Start their chorus to the task.
Drawers rattle open,
Serving spoons appear,
Tapping gently on crystal clear.
Clap flap! Clap flap!
First a plate,
Then a napkin.
Silverware enters.
Then at last,
Scrapping of plates,
Signals the end of a repast!
Categories:
clackety, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I tried to toss my cookies, but they all ran back.
Their high top boots made a clickety clackety clack
Leave me alone! I yelled, as one jumped on my back.
I could not shake this high top, his name was Zack.
Someone ran out to help me, I think it was Mack.
Tossing cookies is not easy for me after a snack.
Categories:
clackety, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
The brownie brigade trotted around the block.
Marching with their feet going tickety dickity dock.
I listened to their shoes going click click click.
The loudest one was my own browine, little Nick.
We are marching! The oldest girl brownie said loudly.
And we are great at it! Another one stated so proudly.
Their clickety clackety shoes went on over the hill.
I stayed in my hiding place and was very still.
The fey act funny when they know you are looking.
So I put on some barbeque and pretended I was cooking.
I smell meat! Said a teensy voice, I thought it was them.
But it was my garden snake, I call him Old Slim.
I tossed him some beef, and he drew it in with his tongue.
I am going to go after a brownie, don’t worry, I’ll just eat one.
Leave them alone, or there will be no more barbeque for you.
He slithered away rapidly, way down into the blue.
Categories:
clackety, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Standing atop a blade of grass
Closing in toward the edge
Beard balancing a dangling ass
As it looms over the edge
Danger heeds below the passers by
Unknowing underneath the eave
A lightly plop from just up high
A souvenir before they leave
Vendors and markets as summer booms
Quirks and perks of a grass topped roof
The strife and life of the goats of Coombs
In the clackety clack of a mischevous hoof
Categories:
clackety, animal,
Form: Quatrain
Clickety clackety
Queen Marie Antoinette
"Cake let them eat", she said
When they'd no bread
Due to her callousness,
Improvisational
French mob decided then
"Off with her head"
09.02.2021
Categories:
clackety, french,
Form: Double Dactyl
'Neath the mountain, on river bends bank
Paw prints left...where old grizzly drank
A canoe, missing a plank
Abandoned...near it sank
My mind, to be frank
Clackety clank
Drew a blank
I thank...
Hank
Categories:
clackety, boat, nature, river,
Form: Nonet
My mind goes clickety clackety
Down yesterday’s track.
I chase it hard to slow it down.
And possibly bring part of it back.
It spits in my face,
And kicks my shins.
With my imagination in full throttle,
I never do win…
My mind is dancing and prancing
Alone in the dark,
Not waking me up.
On zone auto-stark.
I sleep like a baby
For my spirit is away
In Omaha or Europe
on Astral Travel today.
My mind is shushing the soul
As it reenters my body.
I wake up swiftly, my eyes connecting again.
The lightness of the day has me ready to win.
My soul and my mind and my imagination too
Are clearly in charge of everything that I do.
Categories:
clackety, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
I may not see the Wind,
But I know it's there.
I see it in a shaking leaf
The moving clouds
The empty soda can as it
Clackety clacks down the street.
I feel the Wind as a Summer's breeze
I see it's force in a hurricane and tornado.
Without the Wind,
my sails would be lifeless,
My mill wouldn't turn,
My kite wouldn't fly.
Wind....just because I don't see you,
does not mean you don't exist....
Categories:
clackety, mystery,
Form: Free verse
[Stanza 1]
I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train
destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies
Onward we road the rail with thunder and destiny
[Stanza 2]
each way station a detour from malaise - save you
your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl
escalate an effect upon me - fluid movement
[Stanza 3]
Here comes the revolutionary woman - neoclassic
hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion
the wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour
[Stanza 4]
diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay
you count the clackety-clack of our path
red lipstick and smoke swirls - the eyes say
[Stanza 5]
In the evening red fire across the horizon
trees and promontory - raise the glass of red
in my dreams I dream of a tender path - you
[Stanza 61]
The conductor shouts - all aboard left may stay
we two - the only ones, a glance and sensuous grin
fall back upon leather bench and teach a lesson
[Stanza 7]
Roles of feminine persuasion turned upside-down
at odds with social reality - you squeeze the fruit
the devil may care tonight - we ride the rail of destiny
-- // --
Categories:
clackety, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Leaving a darkened space
Dumbfounded amazement at the scene
Feel the absorbing fabric of self and place
Brightness consumes, permeates
Mind becomes
Light is simultaneous thought, so ceasing
The eyes retire at the sight
Of seeing
Such motion and color
It moves clackety, yet undulating
Like slow motion fluid in a dream, a heartbeat pulses
Screaming, speed slows the mind
To turn in on itself
Liquid in space
On inner swirling orbits
Satellite beeping, beam spinning
Fine focus
Focus Absorbed into absorption
Passes through the hidden keyhole
Exiting into
Size-lessness
The unseen vision
Consumes itself
Into
The ever-expanded singularity
Which has never gone anyplace
Mystery and forgetting remembrance
Endless brilliant awakenings
Bring cascades of staggered youths
Hope and acceptance of awe
Brings those reliefs
Endless times can become apparent
In the course of time
Categories:
clackety, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
The poem you wrote missed my heart
it had no words of emotional chew.
After reading the words, what could I say
you'd said them all but they added up to okay.
When I slithered over the alphabet,
I smelled no phew, grit never stuck, water didn't drip.
And then there are the times when my hands
kept tapping so fast so furious I just sat back
didn't have any more energy and to snip snap
clackety-clack was plain wiped out of my self.
But the most times I miss the comment and viewed
Susie was in love, heart broken, in a stew
the eye of the needle, the jump over the moon,
the clock ticking all sounded just good,
but I had no newness from you
when I needed the pain sizzle of lightning,
a jigjag jangle against purple while orange daisies
danced a jig on the grave of enemy number one
boring, ordinary life in a cage with no ale biting tongue
no kisses probing into the curls under my toes.
Categories:
clackety, on writing and words
Form: Free verse
Furiously peddling the bicycle
The man is dwarfed
By the huge clear sack
On the bikes' back
Now swaying as it goes around the corner
Filled with brightly colored cans.
On another day he is seen
Pushing a grocery cart
Filled to the brim
With a clatter of tin
Clackety clack
Down the sidewalk.
Then again, he is here
With a black plastic bag
Slung over a shoulder
He is marching,
Marching towards the store.
Its Dan.
Dan the Can Man.
Categories:
clackety, funny, life, people,
Form: Free verse
She's a chunky bullet,
at three years old
with plastic beads in her hair.
And I watch her
amazed.
No father.
No mother.
But for a grandfather's love...
And OH is he slow.
No catching this little snip of wild grass-
growing out and inner smiles,
slipping her padded hands in mine,
calling me "mama"
(although I am but a faceless woman,
how many has she called before?)...
I am torn.
Mosquito bites on her face
and she loves my daughter.
Loves the safety of being near us.
A family balanced as it should be.
She can't sit still.
Plastic beads swinging clackety clack.
Little sausage legs dangling in her seat.
A whole world of words for her to still learn.
And yet she calls me "mama".
And I watch her amazed.
Categories:
clackety, caregiving, childhood, life, love,
Form: Free verse