Clam Poems - Poems about Clam

...Whisper sweet harvest moon Cradle me in cooler climes Softly show me how willingly the tree let's Its leaves turn from green to gold The tree does not complain of age and change The Leaves do ......Read More

... Protecting one's good name Not a kid's easy card game. Who does climbs towards fame, Who squeezes it buys shame; The picture not the same.... Better one an old dame, Clinging to her good ......Read More

...Are you the ADDICT, Or the DRUG? Are you a HAND-SHAKE, Or a HUG? Are you a BELIEVER, Or a DOUBTER? Are you SPLIT PEA, Or CLAM CHOWDER? Are you BI-SEXUAL, Or BI-POLAR? Are you......Read More

... A face worse than Traffic Jam! Charles badly wants to melt Sam: The Man to before Men slam And him cause to board a tram… Charles had been by choice A Clam But he sure hits like A Bam! And ......Read More

...My broken filp flop A long journey when I got it Little goosbums into my trend What was the music comes out of it. As I am growing my Size getting large the music which Make my sense cl......Read More

...In some strange blue green aurora borealis kind of way my days are an aged book I smell of leather bindings spine dented I noticed my own fingernails tuck them under Try not to get distracted......Read More

...Badgered In Baltimore Dear Blabby, My bride of forty-five years has a cow whenever she suspects me of catting around. She calls me a little weasel and a snake i......Read More

...Makes with pride The labels will read Each order filled and delivered Concepts and conditions Those might I mention Profitable due to Our diligent insistence On quality Maple sap shall mak......Read More

...Makes with pride The labels will read Each order filled and delivered Concepts and conditions Those might I mention Profitable due to Our diligent insistence On quality Maple sap shall mak......Read More

... The fate that awaits the road, not taken, ......Read More

... Dawn arrives in a dark widow’s shawl. A hard sea rubs raw the knuckled bones of the shore. The first thing a sailor sees as he dreams of arrival are the white hands. Sometimes the hands are ......Read More

...A grey light shimmers as the charcoal clouds hover And a briny breeze chills the skin worn without cover While the call of restless seagulls evoke a reticent calm the m......Read More

... "Birth of Venus" The yo yo bleeds and bends a life haunted by ghouls green nymphs blowing pixie dust kissing bottom a donkey’s soul tight rope walkin' - al......Read More

...I like to eat mussels both in red and white sauce I sometimes eat them with spaghetti no matter what the cost And then I always do something special with the leftover mussel shells I place th......Read More

...Like soldiers of fortune on the road to Baghdad we crossed the border into No Man’s Land - on the convoy’s eastern flanks…the Brynderwyn Hills and a bridge too far as we led th......Read More