Short Clickety Clack Poems
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Choof, choof, choof the train
Along the rickety track,
Load the coal, toot the whistle,
Cross the trestle, clickety clack.
Clickety clack
pin drop
the dance is golden
rain drops
but what is next
sudden storm
silence is violent
the dance is done
Am I in the groove or on the right track?
My record player goes clickety-clack,
The lyrics I hear are all in pig-Latin,
Backed by the sounds of downtown Manhattan.
we
heard
the
wings of
the
monarch butterfly
beating together
as
she approached
the
ash pink rose
to
taste
the
nectar of the gods
click-clack
clickety-clack
Well clickety clack, here comes Jack
Full of beans, whatcha think about that
You can count on him
To make you grin
A bunch of silly humour he surely don't lack
© Jack Ellison 2016
Tap, tap, clickety-clack
Thoughts vigilantly stamped
Trademark of transcription
Technology's prologue
Twain's famous "Tom Sawyer"
Time etched black and white scene
Tinted with grandpa's dust
4-27-2021
Ring the bell-hop, how quaint
Dial the Operator? – Translate! …
Western Union’s clickety-clack, now faint
alongside the sensory lure of wet paint
All of these ~ today, ain’t
You have to be super quiet Timmy whispered to Mac
Mac scrunched down, and sighed loud in his back
Resting away as they hit every clickety clickety clack.
Conductor noticed but was kind enough to turn his back.
toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa
the hues of colors
red blue yellow green
knitting needles are clicking along
warm mittens and slippers
afghans and shawls
a dress for a toddler
clickety clack clickety clack
Clickety-clack train
and topsy-turvy brain.
Need sleeps tight and sound,
drowsy wheels are turning slowly around.
On the way to my home.
Ah! I'm missing my comfy room.
Though higgledy-piggledy bed
but all I am craving is my fluffy blanket.
Hear the mine cart go clickety-clack
Just about to fall off the track!
View of place is so vast
Please slow down; going to fast!
See bones, hear moaning down below
Not a place I want to go!
Then popping into the sunshine
Praise the Lord for powers divine!
Form:
Mighty engine wayward theme
piston rods ejecting steam
vibrant alive this the motion
from city town to the ocean
long gone now the huff and puff
screaming whistle growls and gruff
enduring rhyme upon the track
rhythm of the clickety clack.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Clickety clack, clickety clack,
Carriages coming along the track,
An old steam train puffing smoke,
Carrying plenty of country folk.
Steaming around another bend,
Sandy's journey coming to an end,
Her whistle blowing, announcing to all,
She's making one last station call.
Frying chicken. No wings going clickety-clack.
Pants need pulling up. Baking the cornbread.
Sick of looking at that jack. Waiting hours just for a three object meal.
Too late. I was so hungry I'm full just looking at my plate. No pet.
Taking forever frying chicken and dropping funky sweat.
Form:
THE WAYRA ROTUNDA
nascent electric,
mint rotunda reds and blues —
spiffy underground tunnel.
subway smoke infiltrates. . .
the fauvism of clickety clack
8/15/2019
SECOND EDITION OF WAYRA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
checked by howmanysyllables.com
57768
Rat a tat tat - train on slow track
Each day takes me - to work and back
My mind it tune - clickety clack
Its hypnotic - repeating sound
Resonating - within my mind
Rat a tat tat - it goes around
But it must go - hear squeal below
Tis terminus - no further go
Sadly now end - that rhythmic flow
.
Cold metal trains pressing refrains on hard steel tracks,
Racing ever, changing never the lyrics of clickety clack.
Loved ones scurrying, hurrying, never worrying,
They may never be riding back,
In the cold metal trains pressing refrains on hard steel tracks,
Racing ever, changing never the lyrics of clickety clack.
It's easy to know which way to go
To find a place I care to know,
Merely follow the railroad track
The one that calls 'clickety clack'
And trail it to anywhere,
I know a place, it's over there,
Where the sign points 'Interlude,'
A place of peace, of quietude,
Strangely though, except for me
I cannot sense tranquility,
Maybe, I'll just stay my roam
Where gratitude is peace of home
Form:
Our phenomenal, great lives,
Seem so much like a train on the tracks...
We can always advance forward, but never, back.
No matter how hard we try, forward we forever go.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
Don't look back, Jack!
11/12/2020
I pick up the phone to call her
But she is not there
her phone is disconnected
I miss her laugh
Her voice inflections
I miss knowing she is where she is supposed to be
It has been five years two months and twenty-two days
Yet in a way, it seems like she passed yesterday
or maybe this morning
I miss her beef and noodles, her delicious pies
I miss the clickety clack of her knitting needles
I miss her mom smell
I miss my mother
How many remember the typewriter
With it's clickety clack sound
For those that do you can never forget
That sound so familiar
To every office before computers
A sound so remenicent
So nostalgic to those who remember
Those long lost days from another era
Unless you lived through them
They are sounds gone by
Never to be heard again in todays
High tech world of instant commincation
The chatter beside the water cooler
Something is sadly missing
when you make it big
in the music business
booking tour dates all over the USA
and maybe Europe
you live on a bus
clickety clack clickety clack
you try to sleep all day
because you are singing so late into the evening
when you make it big
in the music business
you wear tight fancy uncomfortable clothes
your sequins shine and you shake your tail feathers.
You live on a bus.
clickety clack clickety clack
whereas I get to stay home all day
and wear pajamas
clickety clack, clickety clack
the sound of busy fingertips
pulling rhyme and meter of the rack
sailing of many a lyrical ship
out of the ether, and onto the page
grinding out eloquence
describing many an age
leaving nothing to suspense
telling tales of heroism and common place
human happenings
juxtaposition of each face
artist's duty to the gatherings
painting pictures of the human condition
war and famine
all from the edge of perdition
to Bob Marley Jammin'