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NEW POETRY

by JOHN CLAPP



The occasional view from the tower
isn't as valuable
as the continuous view
of the tower.
9:22 AM 4/14/2010

         11/6/2009 

I'm not too much for small talk

or big talk for that matter

I guess I climb on middle talk

the farmer is the ladder




 "Nosey Know"   by John Clapp  11/04/2009        top of page



If you want to nosey know
    I guess I'll have to tell you so
You can tell your friends today
    with baited breath they wait away

and I'll be happy when I hear
    what they have done, so help me dear
because I want to nosey know
    your contribution to the show

of life and rumors that abound
    I hope I do not let you down
sometimes I help to entertain
    our friends in other parts of town

I try but simply to infur
    let others to conclude
to absolutely tell a lie
    is very simply rude


 "Poet"   by John Clapp  10/29/2009        top of page



I once knew a poet

    I asked for emotion
He wouldn't show it
    I asked for some rhyme
He said, "no way!"
    I asked for some paper
He said, "O.K."
    I asked for a pencil
He gave me a pen
    I told him to write
He said, "tell me when"
    I said, "make a poem with many words, maybe rhymes."
He looked up at the ceiling
    I plead many times
Reluctantly he said "O.K."
    He began to write
He didn't stop for days
    He stayed up every night
He wrote so much his brain seized up
    He didn't want to show it
I happily said, "thank you"

    I once knew a poet

 "Rack Of Lamb"   by John Clapp  10/28/2009        top of page



rack of lamb
    crack of clam

lonely life
    lack of fam

toe knee foot
    thigh high pie

lonesome look
    eagle eye

loaf of bread
    loaf in bed

piece of toast
    deaf as post

niece of pie
    apple eye

uncle pickle
    auntie tickle

mostly giggle
    then we die

-------------------------------->
 "Live Through You"   by John Clapp  10/13/2009        top of page



My motivation is ulterior.

    The quality is superior.

My outside is interior.

    Your smile is my mirror.


         "They Say They Do"   by John Clapp  10/14-21/2009        top of page




Don't expect anyone to understand
    Many things you say go up in smoke
Your simplest thoughts are complicated
    Few understand your simplest joke
Your mind works on a plane beyond comprehension
    Your heart is bound up in constant tension

You feel for unfortunate souls
    Are forgiving our animate roles

You think before you speak
    You seek before you think
You wonder before you seek
    Elation before you sink

Good ideas don't go as planned
    Don't expect anyone to understand

"Tutchy"   by John Clapp  10/15/2009        top of page



    Vicky Rose to my occasion
Tommy nose my occupation
    Sally has a funny notion
Slippery slidey oily lotion

    Been to school to long to be
Taken very seriously
    Sally takes the wrong road now
Uppy downy turny...wow!

    Rocky hardly knows my name
Sandy plays a mighty game
    Sally tries to please and thank me
Donna wants to scold and spank me

    Izzy coming home for dinner
Thickly then becoming thinner
    Sally doesn't do the walk
Mouthy baby tries to talk

    Tutchy wants to fondly frisk her
Dandy glares back jealously
    Sally's crying, "hit him mister!"
Tony clenches zealously

    Vicky Rose up one last time
Clonking Tutchy on the head
    Sally Sandy Tony Dandy
Tutchy wishes he were dead
"Respectively"   by John Clapp  10/14/2009        top of page




I wish I could
        a writer be

to pen up words
        incredibly

be spoke of
        be spoke to

justify   
        old and new

break the rules
        and mystify

with character
        charmingly

be spoke of
        be spoke to

justify
        mystify

me
        you
"Point Moot"   by John Clapp  09/21/2009        top of page




wernt        burd

wunt        hurd

coont        fly

dint        try

skeerd        girl

want        flee

seed        plant

wernt         tree

kant        find

pig        smell

yule        see

yule        tell

weer        lee

abs        hurd

abs        loot

neer        me
"Old Stuff"   by John Clapp  09/21/2009        top of page




    "I love this stuff.  You know, old stuff is better than new stuff.
Heft this!"

    Jonny tossed me a latex glove filled with air.
It was blown up like a baloon, tied with a knot,
and resembled a cows' udder.

    "Suck it!"   he said.

    I held it out to him at arms length and said,  "bite it Jonny.  The
'splosion might blow the jerky out of your toothless head."

    He looked at me funny.  You know, one of those looks
that makes you wonder.
                        Did I fart?
"Why Am I Telling You This?"   by John Clapp  09/21/2009        top of page




Moths attack lamb
Mud attacks clam
Spores sink boat
Washer sinks coat



Flip, the bird, flew the coop
Dinah might enjoy the soop
Betty didn't have the time
Wishy washy lack a dime


What if you clipped the loose ends
        from your life?


Education is a conditioner.
    It smooths out unruliness.


Highly educated losers tend to
    hold their erudity over others.


"Answering Masheen"
I know why no one calls us on the phone.
It's because we pick up and answer.
"Yon"           by John Clapp  09/21/2009        top of page




Sometimes I'd rather sleep than walk
    asleep I want the sheep to talk

I'd rather rest than run downtown
    and dream my fridge is full
pretend that this is what I want
    pretend that I am full

I'd rather be over here
    and not be over there
here can be anywhere
    when I am over there
Everywhere is where I'm not
    nowhere is where I sleep
Sleeping here and sleeping there
    now please bring on the sheep
"Pretty Shop Assistant"           by John Clapp  09/21/2009        top of page




While in a state of ennui

    Full blown nescient relapse

Agrestic behavior prevailing

    I reached out to touch

A supernal grisette

    She was, lucky for me

Impalpable



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