I am naturally friendly, or so I’ve been told
But that feels like bragging, exceedingly bold
A bit embarrassing, I tell you no lie
To tell you the truth, I’m naturally shy
When meeting new people I tend to clam up
So I smile and I nod and sip from my cup
Don’t know how to act or know what to say
I most honestly wish it wasn’t this way
An abundance of confidence I obviously lack
But I quietly listen and try to keep track
Then I’m able to answer, if questions arise,
as long as I don’t have to look in their eyes
It’s hard accept when a compliment’s made
I blush and I mumble on hearing what’s said
Hoping and praying they don’t find me rude
While feeling self conscious it also feels good
I could always go on and tell you some more.
But I won’t, you know, for I don’t want to bore
Well, there you have it, now do you see?
That natural shyness comes naturally to me
Categories:
clam up, anxiety, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
unable to wither away
and crawl under bedrock
wanting to clam up
turn off all the lights
you the grieving father
in unfathomable anguish
the tragedy shakes the world
leaving it breathless
connecting each one of us
through your heartache
compelled to share the burden
immeasurable in its wake
the world not done with
the grieving and mourning
wanting more from you
more than you thought you had left
then unplugged you let us have it
the fruit of pain and suffering
crying collective tears from within
partaking in agony that is yours
poignant in the haunting
of unimaginable despair
moving us all with a ballad meant
to help in our collective process of healing
Read on air by invitation ~ May 17, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on May 5, 2020
Categories:
clam up, child, death, grief, hurt,
Form: Free verse
I’m catching a train to a station
It’s causing me awful frustration
I cannot say its name
I clam up, its a shame
I’ll never reach my destination!
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
When written it is quite a shock
My poem’s syllable count
Off by a great amount
But I've truly cured my writer’s block!
2/25/20
Categories:
clam up, humorous, words,
Form: Limerick
More mental toughness,
More togetherness,
More mental toughness
More happiness,
More mental toughness.
More kindness
More mental toughness,
More openness,
More mental toughness,
More gratefulness.
Less mental toughness,
Less togetherness,
Less mental toughness,
Less happiness,
Less mental Toughness,
Less kindness,
Less mental toughness,
Less openness,
Less mental toughness,
Less gratefulness.
How do we become mentally tough?
How do we know when we have become greedy enough?
How do we know when we are lying in a pig trough?
How do we know when we should give up stuff?
How do we know when we have become mentally tough?
I think it is when we look up more than we look down.
I think it is when we can see others look up to us and not down.
I think it is when we help others up and don't put them down.
I think it is when a stuff up does not get us down.
I think it is when we can stand up and refuse help to wind the day down.
I think it is when we show up, because we don't want to let others down.
I think it is when we feel no need to clam up or shut down.
I think it is when our frown has its up side, down.
Categories:
clam up, appreciation, baptism, beauty, celebration,
Form: I do not know?
They draw me punk, they draw me clean, they draw me messy, my kid machine.
I have a cult, they are my regular beings, they come in droves, pretending mean.
They get referred more times than all the rest by a variety of teachers, galore.
They dance and shout, and giggle and twirl as they come into my counseling door.
They have a lot to say, but they promptly clam up.
Afraid I might share what they dare to bring up.
We sit in silence for a tiny bit. I ask them what they want to do.
Playing on my computer, is the first thing brought up by most of my crew.
That is out, I remind them, gladly.
You got here acting rather badly.
Deep inside is some serious sadly,
So I make them play, and rather madly.
The more outrageous we get in my room.
The closer to the truth we zoom.
They forget where they are, forget to clam up.
Spilling their guts, telling me what is up.
Do not tell the adults, they caution me in a wild way.
Forgetting I am one, as we continue to play.
Categories:
clam up, child, children, school,
Form: Free verse
by Wayne Wysocki
Put some money in the KITTY,
It's PUPPY LOVE;
Better DUCK, 'cause I'm not LION,
It's PUPPY LOVE.
I won't CLAM up
Or FLOUNDER around,
I'm gonna HOUND you;
HOUND, HOUND, HOUND.
Mind your own BEE'S WAX;
PUPPY LOVE
Is bound to get your GOAT,
'Cause PUPPY LOVE
Is a TIGER by the tail,
But lots of fun;
It's PUPPY LOVE
And you are the one.
Categories:
clam up, first love, humor, love,
Form: Light Verse
It is hard living with asperges
Everything is black and white
Nothing is illogical
Day is day and night is night
You can not read emotion
You don't want to cause commotion
All you want is love and understanding
Not grief and people just demanding
It's hard to show compassion
It's the mind too a fashion
It's not lack of empathy
It's just that you cannot see
It's not a tantrum that's occurring
It's the mind that is over tuning
No point in saying get over it
It won't help just make us want to fit
We know what is right from wrong
To a point of an OCD
It's pretty much autism in form
But not knowing what is the norm
As a carer of someone with this fate
Show understanding and not hate
It's hard to know what to say
It all depends on that day
No negative vibe or attitude
This will make them clam up
Plenty of love and gratitude
They be at the top of the cup
So stop and think and wonder why
What has made them start to cry
Thier is a reason in thier head
Try and resolve this before bed
Now this isn't in every case
Before you screw up your face
This is just sufferers that I do know
I just want to help and show
Categories:
clam up, anger, confusion, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
To Much Adipose
Too much adipose
I suppose as body grows
Long extends my noose.
Is that what happens when
you are compelling and will
be telling a lie?
Clam up of course is what people
usually do when they realize
that their body has been
over baked like Trump's is.
Jim Horn
Categories:
clam up, allegory, analogy, philosophy,
Form: Haiku
The Battle of the Sexes
By Franklin Price
1/28/2017
The battle of the sexes
Not about the sword and sheath
Who will be above
Or who will be beneath
Who will be the leader
Who's the underling?
Neither one is who I say
Equality's the thing
Sharing in the doing
No matter what the task
“Why can't we just get along?”
Is the question you should ask
Day to day a balancing
Of how to get along
One secret's not to clam up
If the other says, “what's wrong?”
A relationship is honesty
And mutual respect
If not, I'm here to tell you
What it is you can expect
An increasing lack of interest
That soon will make you exes
End the war between you
And the battle of the sexes
Categories:
clam up, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
I remember like it was yesterday,
Singing for all the patients on stage,
At every event the hospital had,
Hundreds would come and attend these events,
My heart would pound, and my hands would clam up,
I had to go pray in the bathroom before I stood up,
I prayed he would touch the hearts of each one,
To use my voice to show them his love,
To sing for his glory And hearts to be healed,
I would nervously look into the crowd and see so many tears,
Afterwards some would ask, what Are you doing here?!
You should be out there using your voice for a career,
It all sounded so good and the compliments were nice,
But I didn't want it to go to my head, and control my life,
God gave me this gift, and I will freely give,
I do not want conditions or money making placed on the gift,
The love and the intent mean more to me,
For his purpose my heart will always give freely.
Categories:
clam up, god, love,
Form: Light Verse
Deep beneath the dark blue sea,
tranquil, turquoise serenity,
as aqua waves wash ashore,
sand dollars, brittle, are no more.
Twice the tides will ebb again,
stirring creatures from their dens,
don't ask the oysters, they'll clam up,
they always keep their clam lips shut.
Watch the waves pushed by the wind,
silver flash of scale and fin,
the dolphins know eachother's names,
the whales refuse to share the blame.
A grain of sand becomes a pearl,
while shale and coral spin and swirl,
and deep down in the darkest depths
sightless seaworms swim in sets.
The demon of the deep glides by,
the shark with flat and soulless eyes,
the sky sends presents to the sea,
shooting stars like mercury.
This place where Man will never tread
Is where God goes to lay His head.
Categories:
clam up, fantasy, imagination, nature, peace,
Form: Rhyme