Clomp Poems | Examples

The Motel Goodrest

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; a lover’s fight
And the loud thumping of the bed in the next room

A frantic eeeouu; a cayote cat snack?
Now the zzz-zzz of a neon sign on the blink
If I had any brains I’d start to pack!
But I sigh aaah; into slumber I sink

Sun shines through the drapes and onto the wall
There’s splish-splashing in the motel pool
It was a calm, restful night after all
Yipee! Now everything’s cool!

I hear a loud clomp-clomp; what now?
There’s a moo so low and mournful
Through the window peers the eyes of a cow
Looking a bit weary and scornful

I pack and flee as if for my life
Passing the cow whose bell clangs and claps
I check out and meekly return to my wife
And spend the weekend taking naps

7/22/22
Written in Onomatopoeia

Under the Shed

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 we’ve had foxes,
With kits that would frolic and romp,
But this year we’re stuck with a groundhog,
Whose lumbering gait’s more a clomp.

Hooves and Wheels

Can I say this is a Friesian,
that one a Hereford?
I lived so long in a town
and can say I have forgotten
my recollection as I wander in streets
among cars and bikes.

And yet am I so much missing
beings with four legs,
and those hooves that clomp
when stomping in the road,
ambling from one of those green fields -
chewed down a little now -
to another;
beings with their beauty,
yes, beauty that moves with abundant grace?


(March 2022)

After the Cyber Dating

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 of a vision,
still conversing to distant screens
yet now on a real-life set.

Motel doors slam. Guests clomp
and call through echoing corridors.
From each side of twin lamps,
they lay tongue-tied. Tangled sheets
their only eloquence.

Later, they lose each other
as bats will 
when caught in the glare of the sun.

Sounds of the Subway

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 make
Clamp, clomp, pound, as the people stamp inside
Whoosh, whisk, hummm, as we take our subway ride. 









10/26/2021
Onomatopoeia

Preparations

Clomp, clomp, clomp upon the rooftop 
Vroom, whirr, whirr as leaves bounce
Tumbling down rustle and gently land
Fall officially announced

Snip, snip, snip the gardener prunes shrubs 
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scrap, scrap, scrap  
As he rakes pruned limbs on cement
Pushing shovel and rake

How that gardener can juggle tools
Prestidigitation
Oh, so cool! He displays each day
Great since this is his life's station

Fall leans into winter weather
Drip-drop cold rain freezes
Maybe even crunching ice beneath
Boots,as along ease his



Finis'....I know you are wondering what ease his..well, feet of course..
It is kind of nonsense work so forgive me. 

Written: October 24 and 25, 2021
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Onomatopoeia Poetry

A Thinning Light

A pair of new shoes in the thrift store,
the old shoes would shuffle away
from them if they could.

A ragged man struggles 
carrying a large plasma screen
in outstretched arms.
He is walking it home
but he has no home
still, he is walking it.

There is little light to be had,
no one goes to the park
not even to stare at the sky,
not even to walk a dog,
not even to smoke a cigarette
huddled behind 
a damp tree trunk.

A muffled clomp of boots,
a drizzle of slow traffic,
sludge iced over with iron
all this keeps away
unnecessary movement.
A bad day for minstrels,
knights and stray unicorns.

No one is curious
about the thinning daylight,
how it falls listless 
upon new shoes.

An old woman,
hands wrapped in fingerless wool,
takes the new shoes home.
She walks them home
in a burlap bag
recycled by blind beetles.
  
Many humped mounds of shoes,
now rest in an unlit solitude.
An oversized plasma screen
struggles with a ragged man
as they walk past her dark window.

The new shoes do not fit well 
with the old heaps -
not yet.
There is no more walking
or loose ends
to fray
by the end of the day.

Cancer Unnamed In 1862

The horses are a galloping today
Their hooves clacking against the cobblestones.
They clomp right by in a most lovely way.
Woman in carriage giving tiny moans.
Cancer prevails in her smallish bones.
Eighteen sixty-two.  Disease has no name.
Big C makes it impossible to hide.
This poor woman will never be the same.

Sounds

Bang      Bang
Clang     Clang
Plop       Plop
Drip       Drop
Boom     Boom
Zoom     Zoom
Clomp    Clomp
And        Stomp
Honk      Honk
Plink       Plonk
Knock     Knock
And        Rock
Tap        Tap
Rap        Rap
Shout     Shout
And        Holler
Bell        Bell
Ring       Ring
Whisper  Whisper
THEN SING!

Quebec City

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  
clickity clack clomp clickity clack clomp; 
They are dreaming of their future 
in Quebec City that place of old  
where open rustic gates are a sign 
of new beginnings;
The waiter speaks with a sweet mix of 
English-French and savoire faire; 
The grateful feast begins 
fullant plates of pasta so divine 
that when the hour is over, all they 
do is lay supine: 
"Embrasse moi mons cherie "
he leans over and kisses her softly 
then feathers her body with a brush 
of his hand , downy soft and warm
no words are needed. 

8/24/2019
Contest Name: 136 words

Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump

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   when   he   just    goes    insane *

Button the mutton with cotton Farmer John 
fish for a dish Mr. Mish cuz the fish caught a wish  
he will wheeze and he'll sneeze so if you please 
send the bunny to ma Honey she's  no dummy 
she likes a lamb that won't scram passed the ham 
Mister Kismet go ahead fit it, wack it, sack it 
cuz dippity sippity whippity Sue
has got your number shoe 
and she' went fuzzy wuzzy chinzy flimsy over you
Herooooo, Herooooo, Herooooo 
you know what to do !!!  

Dec. 22, 2018
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Contest: Bunny Jump

Halloween Night

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 , ..more  

Watch my red horns battery start they are bought in WallyMart
Go ahead scream or screech but for heaven sakes don't fart !

Moon is grinning ear to ear but don't fear, its eyeball leer  
Zombie stomps and gettish romps, Halloween is here to peer 

Riser  ghosts in scary training  with their chit-chit chitty fangs 
Bow to Satan and his laughs, he's a bad ass dude with bangs

Come on join the party, we got so much willies and dillies   
we're gonna get drunk on red  koolaid and smoke ciggies 

Grab the coffin shaped candy from the grab bag join the clomp 
gonna take it to the limit and do a Michael Jackson swamp ....

Come were gonna gave a party and we're gonna scare a ton  
Be the door nails and the hinges, of this Halloween of fun.  

October 25, 2018

The Tempest

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 at summer’s moon,
The wolves do not relent.
June’s breaking limbs, my life it’s strewn -
Storm seeks my soul’s repent.
Pounds in my ears!  The drums I hear...
Tortured tympan, it’s death I fear.
Pounds in my ears,
Pounds in my ears…
Torrent of night,  oh disappear!

A river passes by my home,
And rainbow’s overhead.
O Son, I pray your peace to come,
Free from the sin I dread.
My youth reborn, my verdant hope -
Virgin Violets thrive, washed with soap.
My youth reborn,
My youth reborn…
God’s calming word, taught me to cope.

Kim Rodrigues ©2016

The City On the Hill

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 that every day is one dissatisfied with
something & therefore,
to struggle struggle struggle &
only worry about ourselves & the making of the
green,
keeps us silent (so as to not rock the boat) &
“properly motivated”
(eyes on the “prize” so we’re distracted from everything else),
and just what is the prize?
did we learn it in kindergarten?  even earlier?
at what point in the formative years do the caregivers, 
whomever they might be,
beat the message home
that to swim astray is to live astray & to live astray is to die astray & alone,
so best to not do anything that you aren’t
told?
and good little citizens
like horses at the park
tied to the carriages with blinders on both sides of our heads
keeping us tied up &
keeping us focused ahead on one goal & one goal only
we clomp ahead 
whilst someone who has even reached that point of
disgusting submission
scampers along behind with a itty bitty shovel
scooping up our ****.

'tis To Breakfast We Now Go

" '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 & eggs & apples too!
To our breakfast we are wakin'!

Baconnnn!
Baconnnnnnn!

Stomp stomp & clomp clomp!
'Round this deck we go!
'Tis for breakfast cookin'!
We are lookin!
Sure to be tasty as we all know!
Stomp stomp & clomp clomp!
'Round this deck we go!

Icy milk & bananas yellow!
Cereals to crunch!
Bacon to munch!
Now we all do bellow!

Breakfasssssst! Breakfasssst!
'Tis to breakfast we now go!

SeaWolf
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