Short Clam Poems
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I'm as happy as a clam.
That's just about how happy I am.
I would make that suggestion.
Exactly how happy is a clam?
I'd say, that's a pretty dam*
good question.
What's all this about, why are we here
Time's much too short till we all disappear
We're having so much fun
Many challenges to be won
We're happy as clams, year after year
ocean wave retreats
water spurts erupt behind
clams beneath the sand
May 3, 2918
1st Place ranking in "haiga - haiku - Theme sea - ocean" Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
May 11, 2018
What's all this about, why are we here
Time's much too short till we all disappear
We're having so much fun
Many challenges to be won
We're happy as clams, year after year
© Jack Ellison 2015
*Image of Shell The Beach Pearl by Pixabay.
the clam
cool clam chills
glacial claimed precious life
pearl rolls the seabed
2021 August 29
*HM*
Bite Size Poem no19
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2021 September 04
I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.
Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek.
here she is spoke out
doubt settling inside
here she is sharing
caring what they think
here she is waiting
rating the slow time
here she is again
penned in a type font
here she is alone
phone ringer shut off
here she is, a clam
damn, there she goes, gone
There once was a clam
In a shell on a beach
By a rock under sand
At low tide out of reach
Till a boy with a hat
And a pail and a rake
Moved the rock and the sand
And the clam he did take
Said the mom of the clam
“I could not be prouder,
Good luck little clam
You’ll make a fine chowder!"
This strange, old familiarity
of each hour, of every new day
assures me I could find my way;
though fundamentally alone
with my cry's echo I was born,
so far I've managed on my own;
although by cruel waves of spite
and by swirls of sham crushed I am,
I'm holding on, I'm the calm clam!
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 name
Than princess of just blame
In morals badly lame
One's good name is one's flame;
Really, the thing men claim.
Thus, you must n't it maim;
Remain - not wild - the tame!
Talismanic turbans trade togas. How great. Short grin large grin. Big beam. And now an elephant in baggy trousers dancing. Peachtree waving. Chutney calling. Tantric trade. Tanks. Till not a tailor. Traditionalists trumpeting. One six zero. And a purple patterned silk cloth. Rice dance then. Kilowatt jewels. Oooh sparkly. Good. Hahahaha green relish. Hahahaha many many many many turrets. Xxxx Adriatic sea. *** corrosional. Z
Form:
My feet touches the bottom land
As my feeling start to quiver damn
Scratching those toes on silty sand
In the hope I can find a clam.
Fortune pay a price in waiting
Inch by inch I'm starting to find
Boulders of clam in seabed setting
Excitement painting my mind.
Labor showing enthusiasm I confess
A hungry belly want to cook an obsess
All in all a happy one sack we possess
A laborious day harvest of clam a success.
Oh, clam chowder, how I would love
You to be like the thing you claim you taste of.
You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm
And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form.
Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive,
Because I guess that clam is just too expensive
To be present in amounts that meet my desires.
But I suppose you'd be too costly for buyers.
But aside from that, clam chowder, you're alright.
I'll probably still have some tonight.