Kindergarten students in Miss G’s class rushed right in
Clapping, smiling, stamping, tromping, stomping, laugh’n.
They loved that she had transformed their door into a gingerbread house.
One of them began chanting “not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”.
Kindergarten students love it when you go the extra mile.
Their enthusiasm that day made Miss G clap and smile.
Two more weeks until winter break, she announced to them.
“Can’t we move in here with you?” asked a little guy named Jim.
Categories:
stomping, teacher,
Form: Couplet
cowgirl stomping
rodeo romping
pasture clomping
faster chomping
joyful cowgirl boots
embroidered with a flower
wrinkled from a shower
with all kinds of kicking power
cowgirl stomping romping clomping boots
Categories:
stomping, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
An ill tempered young woman who claims to love god but hates authority; yet she spews blunder and blasphemy in her painstaking state of gossip.
While I sit and listen to her menace like behavior; similar to a dictator rallying troops for a revengeful cause.
Her spiritual being announces a trumpet for the Roman empire as they persecute Jews in the time of change.
She seems indifferent yet coerced into an angry ill tempered young woman that mocks God but worships Idols in the time of Cesar.
Taking advantage of the weak.
Then she bows down and no longer speaks…..
Categories:
stomping, abuse, analogy, bible, conflict,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Heavy footprints conduct sound,
Inducing anxious looks left and right.
Attempts to pinpoint the birthplace,
Only encourage lingering discouragement.
Where?
Where?
Tormenting the still untroubled air,
The stomps only leave a temporary sand footprint.
Never to be deciphered,
Only appearing to disappear.
Where?
Where?
Echoing closer as hearts thump,
Nerves fail to reach a breathable paradise.
The stomps cease to fade,
As your mind fails to realize the menace stomping around is within.
Categories:
stomping, anxiety, confusion, introspection, mental
Form: Free verse
A meathead is definitely not an ostracised ostrich, a warbling wavering walrus, a small but vintage vibrant beetroot who claps in time, a mascot at a match, a backwards facing grinning umbrella in bright sunlight, an automatic dimmer switch winking, nor is it a tattoo of a cartoon place-mat. Basements cook eels. Slip slide slip slide smile nothing now noted north nautical nonetheless nonsensical note. Been beer beans. Wow in a jar of a car. *** Hahaha presenting a show are we? Fictitious fictional frameworks falling. Hahahha off a cliff are the best sunsets. Xxxxx dilatational diluted dripping dramas draw.
"oooo Ng hai saja hai"
Epilogue
Z
Categories:
stomping, birthday,
Form: I do not know?
Wet paint glistens and gleams,
Reeks of 'do not touch me' aroma.
But you just can't resist prodding a finger in,
Leaving finger stuck, and paint job ruined.
Why, Oh why, can't you leave well enough alone.
Warning signs clear in friend's eyes
Looking down and away,
Disengaged not contacting eye to eye.
But you have to poke, prod and intrude.
Why, Oh why, can't you leave well enough alone.
Sensibility is sensible sensitivity.
It is knowing when and how far
To put your toe in the water,
Before the foot sinks right in.
Why, Oh why, can't you leave well enough alone.
Categories:
stomping, senses,
Form: Free verse
Barely above a breathe
My identity dissolves
I am a freakish clown of weak display
Remnants of noble motions ripple flatter and wider along the lake
I am quieting everything, like tamping countless steam pipes
And so if these pipes sang they would sing, what?:
…there would be nothing
A dark translucent knuckle of vagaries
And twisted dreams
Dreamed-out and frosty falsehoods
I feel less love
As this stomping ox
Chained by the neck
Gazing through a moldy window
Shrieking from my patio chair
Categories:
stomping, life, love,
Form: Free verse
there you go, stomping
on the rainbow of my heart
emptying the gold
Cynthia
Categories:
stomping, sad,
Form: Senryu
On my power walk this morning,
When my mind was in a muddle,
I was suddenly confronted
By a toddler in a puddle.
Now, the puddle was humongous -
It was like a little lake;
And this little boy was stomping,
Leaving ripples in his wake.
Though at first I thought him barefoot,
He had sandals on his feet
And his face displayed the hugest grin
You’re ever bound to meet.
Standing near him with his stroller,
Looking both amused and calm,
Was his parent waiting patiently –
Of course, it wasn’t mom.
For it surely takes a father
To not care if he got wet.
Neither cold nor dirt nor water
Would be thought of as a threat.
Yes, a father’s meant for frolic,
Not a part of the routine;
And cavorting in a puddle’s
Much more fun than keeping clean.
Yet I wish that I’d been witness
(I’d have gotten satisfaction)
To that father’s shock when he got home
And saw his wife’s reaction.
Categories:
stomping, childhood, father,
Form: Rhyme
its hot i dance a lot
i can help but dance
it puts me in a trance
its got me humping
and jumping
THIS MUSIC FEET STOMING
Categories:
stomping, inspirational, me,
Form: Light Verse
One hundred dollars
come out of each check
just for screetching and stomping,
but, ah... what the heck.
My kids screetch the fiddle
(aka, violin)
and I pray the poor teacher
let's them come back again.
And they stomp and they stamp
in their new clogging shoes,
and I pop some more asprin;
this headache's bad news.
But I just grin and bear it,
'Cuz I'm a proud dad
And now, three years later...
this isn't half bad.
Their fidd'ling's more fidd'lish
Even "Charlie Daniels"-esque,
And their feet stomp the rhythm,
It's not so grotesque.
I'll keep paying for lessons,
though they cost more than gold,
so the kids can entertain
their dear Dad when I'm old.
Categories:
stomping, daughter, education, family, father,
Form: Rhyme
what if we were brain cells
communicating to fast for the eye to see
only were a baby's brain
always growing, living and dying
at an accelerate rate
now read this again
because it explains everything
Categories:
stomping, life,
Form: I do not know?