The child is eight, and full of vigor
He was drumming on his desk
I knew in a few seconds I would have six drummers
Trying to outdrum each other, so I called him to me
He came right over
What’s up?
Where did you learn to drum?
My dad was a drummer
In a band?
head nod.
That is interesting!
He nods, excited, thrilled.
He sings too.
Does your mom sing?
He told me all about their wedding.
His sister got to go, she was about three.
He felt it was unfair he was not born yet.
Another child is stomping around the room.
I let this child return to his seat.
I call the stomper over.
Where did you learn to stomp like this?
The stomping stops.
He is thrilled that I have asked.
Categories:
stomper, teacher,
Form: Narrative
Swish tailed Hamish, gloss black Stallion
Proud prize show hero bore blue medallion
Champion head turner tenacious steed
Lonely hoof stomper longed for a companion
Incidence of coinciding reserved to imagine
Narrow minded owners oblivious to his need
High knee haughty mare trotted by his enclosure
Temptation's waft overcame limited exposure
Hamish neighed a friend request, - she agreed
Lake rippled muscle, alpha outraged neck tossed
Winner's whinny recognised chance may be lost
Breaking barriers now became a necessary deed
Chest of windswept lake assisted stable escape
Charging through victoriously, gate swung agape
Asked lady to dance, she daringly took the lead
Dust distubed finesse surpassed usual manuevres
Hamish whispered happily, " Forever, the two of us."
Most cherished equine paradise known while freed
28th July 2020
Written for Contest: Tail End Stanza
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
stomper, animal, freedom, fun, giggle,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Don't fool yourselves.
Trump didn't divide us
any more than Obama united us.
The divisions were already there.
A hopeless societal and political sedimentation
That took well over two hundred years
of time to divide the star-spangled pie,
not based on color but beliefs.
If we don't separate physically
we'll end up killing each other for meat...
Asses and elephants are a toxic marriage.
One stomps and trumpets
gets little to nothing done
The other kicks and *itches
about trivial things.
The stomper and the kicker
Made in America- unhinged.
Categories:
stomper, people, places, poetry, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Long after the drought
vast fields of parched earth
have waited with ears to the wind
Desperate with thirst and withered to rust
each breeze tosses dust to the sky
Then, thundering sounds, from the stomper of clouds
comes from deep from the girth of the hills
There are trampling sounds, and rain seeds are thrown
in answer to prayers, with requisite words
that roars to deafen their fears
In great anticipation, the sky becomes dark
and the spark of excitement is high
The sun becomes lost, and the pebbles of rain
fall to earth, tossed like bright silver coins
Hydration of air, is a gift from the gods
Invigorates, and awakens the sod
Precipitation arrives, and the world comes alive
Crystallization of hope and surprise
Sun-choked and thirsty, earth turns up an eye
grateful, at last, to the clouds in the sky
While Into green silk, comes a new stalk of grass
and raindrops are now welcomed home with applause
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4/4/16 Originally For "Elements Part #3 Water
Sponsor Laura Loo, for Any poem written on April 4th/ 2016
Categories:
stomper, rain, water,
Form: Personification
There was nowhere to go,
but I got some company for show-
shuttled me in and out of Po',
raced a car and blew a motor...
Got me into shows,
had me playin’ like a vote,
I was reachin’ for the glows,
but was satisfied by all the bones-
in and out of cold,
I had company for show,
they let me know I was dope,
hit me up over the older phone-
waited for notes,
sat on a couch and watched wobbly-
intermittent heart throbbing,
as well as comedy-
the mood was drunken,
I raced with the stumpin’,
doin' it only once in a while-
but hey,
who are the one’s that are plunkin?
I loved Romper Stomper and reality t.v,
Boon Dock Saints, Archer and Weeds,
it was all what was happening free,
my laughter became the clapping,
my time as king was rapture,
as it seemed-
I could simply capture all my relative needs.
Categories:
stomper, april, bird, birth, character,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Deal Killer,
The Heart Stomper,
The Grain Grinder,
The Mind Stealer,
The Spine Feeler,
The Mind Peeler,
The Spine Dealer,
The Chain Binder,
The Strained Reminder,
The Shamed Re-teller...
And now that all have spoken...
The deal is broken.
Categories:
stomper, life,
Form: Rhyme
oh drama queen
winner of so many awards:
The Whiner,
The Stomper,
and yes of course
The Thrower of all things that are in your reach
you put on such a good show
i'm really honored to receive a front row seat
i admire your technique,
but not the unwanted attention you obtain
or the nasty little stares from on coming traffic
Categories:
stomper, funny,
Form: Free verse
The stars sparkle through
Red painted aluminum mesh
The walls of my room
A soft constant rain
Of cotton falls upon my head
I watch the bright sky
The organic smell
Of the earth and the diesel fumes
Permeates the air
A cool breeze tickles
The sweat beads upon my forehead
Reminds me to rise
On wobbly feet
I begin to stomp up and down
Within the snowy chamber
As I do my work
Singing, ‘I’m a cotton stomper
That is what I be”
Falling back to bed
My endless pondering of
What tomorrow brings
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
When I was a small boy, my uncle would place me inside the cage of the cotton
picker. My job was to stomp the cotton down to compress it. When it was in the
evening with a cool breeze, I thought it was the best job in the world. ~Gar
Categories:
stomper, life, me,
Form: Triolet
Manchild , growing up as an asphalt wild
out on the streets , takin' the heat ,
every now and then , gettin' my beat
earnin' respect , every little speck
stripes on my neck , head strong.....game on...
Where the motto , " no blood , no foul "
everythang but bitin' , all is allowed
rooster struttin' , straight cuttin'
head buttin' , thick skinned
short lived , little boy's playpen
no room for romper , get played by a stomper
elbow's to hip's , sweat and grit
game is the same no matter where we play it
all the big ballers talkin' it up loud
all the whip's whippin' their bumpin' sounds
You give it , you get it
no soft play out here
take it strong to the hole
or , sit over there , where
the females be hangin' , what a sexy crowd
cat callin' cutie booties rootin' us on
" get off my jock girl !! " , it's flight time
gonna take this fool beyond
inside , outside , the game doesn't change
only the score at the end of the day
Slappin' and dappin' , " much love bruh , next time "
we're only combatants inside these white lines
leave it all on the court , tommorrows another day
i'll try to be a good sport , as i remember your battle way's......
Categories:
stomper, friendship, school, sports, urban,
Form: Free verse