Clambers Poems

The Early Morning

The Early Morning

 …… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.

I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture. 
Even the washing line blinks in the morning glory
while casually tossing shadows of clothing 
onto the faded backdrop of a lifeless fence.

Slowly, the morning’s lungs breathe out
and shirt, jumper, socks and trousers
start to shadow dance across the enlivened screen.
Then plants freckle themselves onto the slatted stage,
a neighbourly, mop-headed flower peeks curiously over
while an aged, garden spade stirs from its earthy reverie.
They all want to connect to the merriment,
parading in this slapstick, fashion-lit show
while the garden fence just creaks with laughter.

Skylarking

Winds bell-ring the tulips.
Racoons hang lazily from eaves
watching the watched.
Barns are bent into rafts of moss,
an age shedding green
gathered by crow-footed wanderers.
All is a montage of one single facet
of day-sprung now.


Meadowlarks slip through their own songs
I unlimber my gray sticks
and stride,
my piecemeal mind mended and alight
with a bright-eyed flowering.

Spring clambers over my bones
to chase the wagging tails of
barking dogs,
sunshine gallops along a paddock fence
casting a mirage of painted flickers.

Hard to be anything less
then my best idea this day.
I search for a notion, a reason, a why,
only to be scooped-up
by a flock of fleet sparrows,

their small brown wings going nowhere,
yet all of us flying inside a sky-lifting joy.

Ashore

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 land marooned seagulls,
sometimes the hands are the open fists of the sea.

When in a stony village by the waves
he disembarks from the tossing dark,
when he clambers over its sea walls
he laughs, but it is not a merry laughter
more a harsh cry of a wild and restless of joy.

The cobbled streets are shedding their scales.
Fish heads are poking through net curtains.
Mackerels swim in world-weary eyes.
Old men leave their cots
shave their whiskers with a clam shell.
Seaweeds hang like dreadlocks from dripping eves.
Bare cold feet roll over paved stones
all is slipping backwards.

A sailor must wash his face with beer
while bailing green water out of his shipwrecked eyes.

Toboggan

TOBOGGAN
Freezing fingers, freezing toes,
Running eyes and bright red nose.
But he’s oblivious to the pain
As he clambers up again
Then hurtling down the hill he goes

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Beam Me Up Scotty

upstairs
the hammers of a piano
mechanically stomp through a tune 
as unwilling fingers
prod at a well-known student piece

a small scottie dog appears
wearing a tartan coat

a light hibernian them
clambers into my head

later
a young child joins me
to sit on the house stoop

I ask her if she likes clementi
the look in her eyes
warns me never to ask again
a small-scale baby grand joins us
sniffs at the little girl and growls

then runs along the sidewalk
looking for someone to play with

C7

C7

 No bigger than a drop of blood on a finger 
pricked by a thorn, it marches along 
the stem of a rosebush; a Grenadier guard 
in its crimson uniform, with seven spots exactly
splashed across its coat. Not a random 
flick of a paintbrush, but like a soldier’s
chevron; its rank, its classification.

It rises ready to do battle with the greenfly
that hide amongst soft petals until
confronted with my outstretched fingers
onto which it clambers. I hold it aloft
and blow a soft breath across its tiny body.
Its wings fan open and like a fire-rescue helicopter,
it flies away home.

My Curious Kitten

My lovely kitten laps up milk
I stroke her fur it’s as smooth as silk


Fluffy espies butterflies with delight
she wants to play, paws reach out -
her new friends fly away!


She clambers upon the garden wall
loses her footing, I watch her fall
Meowing loudly I hear her call
next minute, she’s chasing her new ball!


curious kitten
frolics in the summer sun …
poppies sway in breeze

nature themes, kitten, garden, butterflies


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09/13/20

The Lovely Flowers Among Us

Tall shadows stretch across the landscape,
the light is so refreshing from that angle.
A flashback from my childhood clambers in,
and I feel reborn as someone with a  future.
It's of the view west with turquoise skies,
always reminding me of forgotten lifetimes.
I was raised by very devout religious parents,
I still watch the night sky for some star sign.
Maybe some angels or a talking burning bush,
something I can hold like a shiny golden calf.
Day by day inching closer to the final chapter,
when the veil is lifted and the truth will speak.
This is our absolutely glorious birthright in life,
the chance to face our end of days with courage.
The sun will manage the growth of the red fern,
and we will inspire...the lovely flowers among us!


 date:2/11/2020

No Where To Go

The clouds form deep in the valley
The evening time darkens the skies

Rain falls a pitter patter intensifying slowly in heavier lines
Deer takes shelter under the central oak

The moon shadows drown the barn owl flight
Nature settles down for the night

A cold, drenched cat clambers through its cat flap to be home warm

A homeless girl watches with no where to go.

Reminders of a Storyteller

THEY WROTE THINGS TO REMIND US
NOT OF FEARS OF STORMS
THEY MENTIONED CERTAIN DETAILS
BUT NEVER WARNED AGAINST HARM
THEY SIGHTED MADNESS AND RAGE
THE EXPECTATIONS OF LUST
THEY NEVR CREATED GUIDE LINES FOR
THOSE IN GOD WE TRUST
THEY SIGHTED IN DETAIL
AND WROTE IT WORD
CURSES FROM THEIR TIMES
THEY WE COULD HEAR WHAT THEY HEARD

THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE US
LEFT REMINDERS OF THE PAST
THEIR EXPECTATIONS OF THE FUTURE
STORIED FIRST TO LAST
THEY WISHED TO REMIND US
OF THESE UNCERTAIN THINGS
THEY MODELED OUR CURRENT CIVALIZATION
WITH THEIR DOOMY AND GLOOMY DREAMS
SOME WERE TO HELP US
SOME WERE FROM THEIR OWN HATE
THE MODELS OF LOVE ARE STORIED
THEY ARE NEVER PAST OR LATE
BUT SOME OF THESE MENTIONS
SCRIPTED FOR A WORLD TO HEAR
MAKES WRITTEN TO MAKE PEOPLE TO  CRY
AND SOME WRITTEN TO MAKE US SHED A TEAR

Whether Report

whether report

on the first day of December
wind howled
banshee death screams
wuthering at windows
whiteouts shroud the cabin
from a cumbersome world
cold clambers up the steps
creeps under my front door
settles in my soul

I must leave.

Clamber For a Kiss

Sunflower clambers
Over whitewashed fence to kiss
A rose named Sharon

Human Tenderness

How we love this secluded pond
He lowers me to the grass
And on my stomach I watch
Little beetles, blue dragonflies
Transparent wings fluttering
soft humming near my ears
My smiles born broadly in sunlight

His tender hands hold my back
to his chest. And in the shallow
pool numerous tadpoles curiously
investigate my otherwise useless
legs without pity or shame
He smiles words of joy to me
In my ears and to my mouth

Red squirrel clambers
the tree near our temporary
bed where his hands fumble
and his mouth smiles broadly
between my hands, breeze
lifting my curls as wings
on small hummingbirds

From the corners of his eyes
The lazy luce ponders the strange
ways of human tenderness
While he holds me in his
endless loving patience
That doesn't care about ability
Just we, water, sun and together

***

February 6, 2017

Fly Away With the Wind

Feel your heart
Take leave of it’s body
And with your soul
To ne’er rest again

Watch your pride
And your passion
That you labored long
To fashion

fly away…fly away 
with the wind

Watch the curls
Bounce and sway
As your heart runs away
While down your cheek
a tear sears it’s way
…To your chin…

Your heart glances back
Grins and waves 
as the car door closes
And your vision starts to dim, 
Blurred with tears and fear
As your heart and soul…clambers in

Fly away…fly away 
With the wind

A heart cannot be contained
Nor a soul be held within
each season must have sun and rain
It’s own fortunes to begin

So away with you
My heart and soul
May Angels guide your way
A part of you will remain within

 Fly away…fly away
…With the wind…

Parody

There’s time to forget and try not to remember     If it’s the middle of October or December     Or at least I will try to not cogitate                  A date without a date
 
Where food smells and the air stinks             As lips touch and an eyeball winks                      Chatter clambers clandestine spots                       As desires turn into secret plots

Well, despite a night would prove great        But the hammer smashes and the nail grinds               And we sink in the sands of time                          In a moment that isn’t mine

So then why should I bother to be-                 A  person that’s really not me                   Crash and burn they say                                But this time I can’t have it my way            And supernova flies the sky and fades away

Well this is quite unfinished like homework   And Cinderella deserts the ball and   Charming can’t find her glass shoe              And Snow White still lies dead                 Cause that stupid Prince loved himself instead.

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