Long Clomp Poems
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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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
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