the onomatopoeias of every day stuff

My refrigerator makes very quiet uhhhmmm, uhhhmmm.

The clock in the kitchen goes clip clop, clippity clop, as the hands turn.

The wipers on my car go whoosha whoosha whoosh...whoosha whoosha whoosh.

colorbook, my mantle clock goes bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong. (as does my door bell)

Trying to imitate sounds, is like trying to sing with a silent voice. Love it!

This is an old song, but your thread reminded me of it:

With my high-starched collar and my high-top shoes,
And my hair piled high upon my head,
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley and lost my heart instead.
With his light brown derby and his bright green tie,
He was quite the handsomest of men,
I started to yen so I counted to ten
Then I counted to ten again.

Clang, clang, clang went the trolley,
Ding, ding, ding went the bell,
Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings,
From the moment I saw him I fell.

Chug, chug, chug went the motor,
Bump, bump, bump went the break,
Thump, thump, thump wnet my heartstrings,
When he smiled I could feel the car shake.

He tipped his hat and took a seat,
He said he hoped he hadn't stepped upon my feet.
He asked my name, I held my breath,
I couldn't speak because he scared me half to death.

Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer,
Flop, flop, flop went the wheels,
Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings,
As he started to go then I started to know
How it feels,
When the universe reels.

The day was bright, the air was sweet,
The smell of honeysuckle charmed you off your feet,
You tried to sing but couldn't sqeak,
In fact you loved him so you couldn't even speak.

Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer,
Flop, flop, flop went the wheels,
Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings,
As he started to leave,
I took hold of his sleeve with my hand,
And as if it were planned.

He stayed on with me
And it was grand just to stand
With his hand holding mine
To the end of the line.

ah, colorbook. Remember that well. Must come back later and post a few more of those delightful sounds of the night.

I have large back porch with an awning that contains a very large assortment of wind chimes. One in particular is a large bamboo one. When the wind blows hard it gives off a very deep knock knock clack knock boinkity boink boink clack clack.

My computer goes "CRASH". But it does so very quietly.

heh! Heh! Nick. Doesn't a hawk squawk when he's swooping down on a harmless brood?

The Stanley Steamer Song:
Get your veil and get your duster,
Get the yen for goggles when the wind's a guster,
Keep your hubbard gown(whatever that is)
Firmly belted down
When you're out in your stanley steamer..

etc....etc....etc.

Honk, honk, honk, honk, honk
The donkey used to have his charm.
But he's looking at us with alarm.
For it looks like he's back on the farm(with Gus)

enough already, Letty.

Almost everything I own goes, "Pocketa pocketa."

My money talks. It says 'good-bye.'

What word would you use to describe the ever satisfying sound of the spring on the old screen door on Grandma's house?

You probably know the screen door sound I'm thinking of. The screen door is wooden, with real metal screen. One long spring is responsible for closing the door with a wooden "bang!"

As you open the door, the spring stretches probably six inches making a really unique sound that just reminds me of Grandpa and Grandma's house in Wisconsin by Eau Galle Lake.

But how to describe that wonderful sound in just one word?

General Tsao

My cousin and I were bored one day.
Use your imagination

Her: Zap
Her: Zap, zap.
Me: zap. oo
Her: Sssshhhhhhh-OMP!
Her: Boing
Me: thwooong
Her: SNAP
Me: twaang
Her: whup-sha
Me: swaa-ah-ah-ah
Her: sha-pop
Me: winga-winga-wing-wing-win-win-wi-wi-wwooo
Her: digaridoooo
Me: REeeer...REEEEEEeerr...REEEE...REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Her: ZOOM!
Me: POP!
Herm: SMACK!
Me: WACK
Her: BANG
Me: FWEEEEE
Her: TINK
Me: TEEP-tepa-teepa-teep-teeeee
Her: ZHOUM
Me: WAAAAloooo..
Her: LEEKO-LEEKO-LEEKO
Her: Onomatopoeia is fun ^^

We . . . get bored easily. Too much fun for us.

I think FWEEEEEE is my favorite, for some reason.

"Keep your hubbard gown(whatever that is) "

Hmm. Whatever that is, I'm sure it answers a question I've had since I was six: "Why is the old lady in the rhyme called 'Mother Hubbard'?"

Hey, edgar Mitty. That would be outapokata expenses, right?

hey, scissors. Welcome to A2K..snip, snip, snip..rip, rip,rip. This morning my Mr. Coffee went whoosh...drip, drip, drip.

General, that screen door goes CREAKKKKK, only a bat goes FWEEEEEEP. UhOh. and dracule goes slurp..slurp..slurp.

Colorbook, wind chimes. Sorta creepy sometimes, especially when they go tinkle...tinkle...tinkle in the middle of a precursor to a hurricane which goes.. Blow...Blow...BLOW. Wow! it's heard to find a sound word for rising winds.

I don't know why the old lady was called Mother Hubbard, but a motherhubbard is a type of baggy, shapeless shift that has been associated in the mind of the general public in America with old women for a long time. In the classic headache remedy commercial from the late 1950's, when the young woman snaps and says: "Mother ! ! ! I'd rather do it myself ! ! !" --the elderly woman is wearing a motherhubbard.

Sure you've got a headache--but don't take it out on her !

Setanta! Wow! (guess that's a sound word of delight). Great to have you back. Gus has been looking for 'ya, now we're lookin' for him.

Ah, yes. A shapeless shift. I call 'em fat clothes. They don't rustle when you shift.

Have you given that dog a bone today?

My dog snores, and I swear it sounds like "horseshoe, horseshoe". I wonder if it's a subconscious compensation for his small size.

Heh! Heh! Where in the world did ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ's originate for sleeping?

Munch...munch...munch....crunch...crunch...crunch...

EEEEK, chipped a tooth.

Sound of my vacuum cleaner....brrrrrrrrrr, suck, yuk! Gotta do that right now.

Later all.

The ice cream in my fridge calls out "Georrrrge, Georrrrge" so very seductively...

The trolley just went clang, clang, clang . . . does that count?