"clackity" poems
*Riding backwards on a train
Leaning my head into the window
Seeing my own reflection – Clackity
Clack – Clickity Clackity Clickety Clack,
Don’t talk back, Clackity Clack.
What I see in the passing frames
Bridges, houses, brown fields
And rough terrains.
Clackity Clack, Clickity Clack
Don’t talk back, Clackity Clickety Clack.
There goes an old barn beside an Azores tree
There goes an Azores tree beside an old barn
My God there goes another one – that’s three
Clackity Clack, Clackity Clack, Clickity, Clickity
Don’t talk back, Clickity Clack.
Telephone poles all passing as one
Streets and warehouses, street signs
And red lights – green and now a nun
Clackity Clack, Clackity Clack
Don’t talk back, Clackity Clickity Clack.
Into the tunnel we clamber and scramble
Concrete walls all painted with daises
So close to the glass we go into this gamble.
Clackity Clack, Clickity Clack, Clackety Clickety
Are we coming back, Clackity Clack.
Deep under the bay we travel
As loud and deep as the devil.
All held back by nothing but gravel.
Clackity Clack, Clickity Clack
Please don’t crack, Clackity Clack
When all at once into the terminal we fly
We made it – me – myself and I
Slowing to almost a crawl - good-bye!
Clackity, Clackity, Clackity Clack
Next time I’ll check my Zodiac.*
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
From the early, early morning through the late, late night,
The tweekers keep on coming and it just ain't right.
Yvonne gets up early and she's feeding the fish,
And here comes Ernie, he's wanting his "ish".
So she breaks him off a little so that he won't gripe,
Now here comes Pino wanting something in the pipe.
And next comes Debbie just a shaking that ***
She's supporting the casino selling half price gas.
Then comes Clifford call him Big Daddy Mac,
He got the Clabber Girl can goin' clackity - clack.
From a quarter to a half, to a teener or a ball,
She's got more traffic than the Hill Top Mall.
Now the daylight's fading and the night's coming on,
On and on and on and on and on,
The Tweeks have worn a path in the ********* lawn.
Yvonne can't take it, she's headed for the hills,
Yelling back at Ernie, "Yes, I took my friggin pills!!"
Betty, Sally, Gary, and James,
The faces keep changing but never the games.
They promise to pay you. They only need a puff,
A little more please, that's just not enough.
And they bring you lots of things that you just can't use,
Like fake gold chains and someone else's shoes.
A cordless drill I got no way to charge and brand new jeans three sizes too large.
"Say hey yo bro, I bet you need one of these".
It's a freaking leaf blower when I ain't got any trees !!!
Yeah, they call their hustle and they're good at what they do.
You know that they are 'cuz they always hustling YOU !!
HERE COME THE JUDGE ! HERE COME THE JUDGE !
COURT'S IN SESSION NOW. HERE COME THE JUDGE !!
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
There’s a lot of sounds around me.
A door opened just now.
An agreement.
Door shut.
A bag rustling.
My keyboard’s clicking sounds.
A click of my mouse.
Chairs scraping the floor.
Footsteps.
There are many sights as well.
People in school uniform walking around me
Walking through many doors.
Many words too:
13:23 THURSDAY 31 JANUARY
THE PRINTER IN THIS AREA IS FOR CREATIVE ARTS ONLY thank you
PLEASE LEAVE THIS AREA TIDY
FOOD
ART 1, 2, & 3
PUSH
ART SHOP OPEM TUESDAY
DANGER LIFT MACHINE
SAMSUNG
So many words.
There’s no smell.
No taste.
All I can feel are my clothes and the clickity clackity keyboard
Wait: another sound - laughter
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
Dim Print…
Left side to right side… “Where’s the error?”
Right side to left… “What was right?”
And the back and forth and back and forth and back and forth continues until the conversation fades into nothingness…
A black void of pointless banter like a debate where there’s no winner
Rhetoricals like a tennis ball or ping-pong match that never ends
Background chatter… eyelids close… slumber…
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP snooze BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP snooze BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Fine…
I open my eyes and the dialog continues
Slurping down the dark sweet brew hoping the bitterness will bring relief, but it does not.
Substance whittled down like an old kook’s dead branch
The shavings fall to the earth and rot into insignificance
Such is life…
Getting on with the day, with dreams that the work will now still the mind
Clackity Clackity Clack on the keyboard…
the rhythmic sound provides beats for MC Left side and Right side to lay their rhymes down
Left side to right side… “Where’s the error?”
Right side to left… “What was right?”
And the back and forth and back and forth and back and forth continues
Until the tête-à-tête makes its way onto the screen itself
Frustrated, a third voice intervenes…
Why is there a right? Why is there a wrong?
Why do we continue this chat all day long?
For the love of all that is free, let’s just agree to disagree.
raise the roof in the veracity of the things that will be
silence… still psyche… embark on a mindtrip blissfully
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
I ride a crazy train of thought.
Tryin' to get lost,
An' never to get caught.
I jump from track,
To track,
An' back,
An' forth.
Never for certain,
Of my course.
I arrive,
At the end-of-the-line station.
Just to find,
That it was my destination.
I ride a crazy train of thought.
An' the engine's runnin' hot.
A loco-emotion of thinking.
My wheels goin',
'Round an' 'round,
Clackity-clinking.
Off into the horizon,
Go these endless rails.
Sometimes leading to,
Dead end trails...
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
I see musical notes dancing, and kicking across the stage
as Broadway lights flash upon the written words on each page
with the stoke of a pen I breathe some air
into a character like Fred Astaire
*There's no business like show business--
I know*
And, fade into the part where the two lovers begin to sing a song --
Yes, as they dance along --
and, they sing like they're in heaven
yes, they're like two blooming flowers in the Spring -- it's true love - the real thing
that boy see's nothing but stars within her twinkling eyes
that make him dance n' sing n' smile --
He tips his hat like that - yes, like this, and - then like that,
step, tap
step, tap
clackity
clackity
step, clack
tap
tap
Then she spins around like this leaning in to give a kiss
but then she playfully pulls on back
just before laying a little smack
yes, she playfully pulls away --
she wants him to court her a certain way --
tap
step, tap
step
tapity
clackity
step,
tap
Oh, and the boy is confused by all of this
he just wants a little kiss
so he works hard to get it right
Oh, how he wants to hold her tight --
Then
He bows to her like a Princess as it were
Then
She so cutely leans in -
and, you just know it's so all over for this guy named Jim
then the lights begin to fade
as they both sing n' dance across the stage --
and, the love that these two have found
started out with a familiar sound
with the stroke of a pen
I will breathe air into them again.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
The jolly fat woman who rode on a horse,
galloped, galloped with a clackity-clack,
on cobble stone streets as if under attack,
from her great hunger pangs, of course.
It galloped and galloped until a great crack
was felt and a screeching loud neigh was heard,
that startled to pitch-panicked flight every bird,
throwing the fat off its back.
She rose from the mud to wipe off and gird
her honor back onto her jiggling *****
then ran to the inn where she haggled with fulsome,
for a bowl of hot fish soup with curd.
She gained two more stone in her gluttonous course,
then haggled at stables for a much stronger horse.
(C)2018, Christos Rigakos
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
I thought you had turned on the light.
But alas, nature couldn't put more rainy days on the forecast.
The sun is here to last us enough shine to re-compensate for the thousands of teeth chattering.
Clackity clack! The sun is back!
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC