Best Clap Poems
Click, Clap, Ego Inflation
They sit behind the veil of screen
thinking cheating is a site unseen
each clap a cheer that was never earned
everyone laughs, for the spotlight is on
shining light on the fraudsters pen
vain deceit
ghostly stats floating in silent scorn
their own applause, no one cares
what is a Baker
if your bread is stale and unsold
your store is empty
a hollow soul
cheaters cheat, they never glow
Feeling catish this morning, surrounded by Zio lies and cheating is easier for me to see when happens elsewhere too, peace be upon you.
I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need to make some glass,
As it will proceed my foot in relation to your class,
That's a diametric description of an uncommon process,
I use it to repel obnoxious thoughts and logic,
The political storm seems to be the hot topic,
But what I see is dinosaurs in power,
Who don't want to get off it,
The ball, you dropped it,
Gigs up, you lost it,
Wings done, let's sauce 'em,
Awareness has blossomed,
We done playing possum,
You're boss, we want him,
Bring him down to the bottom,
And let's make him aware of our consciousness.
Are you really missing this?
Yo this is Excentrix,
Rich's psyche been known to split in an instant,
I represent a hulk like samurai witch,
Equipped to solve problems via the switch,
Cuz the man inside there is just a little kid,
See I tell the truth even when I lie,
Puttin' juice in busted axioms like Pie in the Sky,
"Yo dude, you know that's an idiom?"
Suck it, you're an idiot,
Guards, get rid of him!
I'm a linguistic mystic,
Suffering from a transpiritual sickness,
Where I'll always be a kid,
And live through my own deliverance.
Witness as I stab my own body of Christ,
Feels so nice to bleed emotion into the night,
With Excentrix as my weapon of my own conception,
I can justify intervention into the seas of deception,
Cleverly apply art to the lesson,
Of respecting yourself and recognizing transgression,
I don't need a stinking studio session,
Just flex my pen and in the end I'm winning,
My mental digestion invents a feeling,
That feeling going to climb me to the top of nimbus,
Behind us is a portal to another dimension,
Forgot to mention I'm the medium for the transmission,
I must be the exception because I'm good at listening.
I flip furniture when pressured,
Then turn a lecture,
Into a story told next to a lectern,
No disrespect sir,
But I'm disturbed by your indiscretion,
So curb your enthusiasm,
Before I burn this whole place down with plasma,
I got the EMP flow I brought back from the Matrix,
Excentrix is MVP for knowing when to go back to the basics,
Take it from me,
The artistic process is worth taking a stab at,
Just to prove that we're all humans,
And American Celebrity is mostly a magic act.
It's just too goo to be true,
in a crazy little crew,
drawing the ramps up,
dynamic slapstick-
always having food as thought,
the pummel on row,
which is 9000ft straight towards physical steal;
entered into a falsehood-
through made gravity stick,
and unleash the past!
Every loop an iron cross,
all dishes lost,
the accident,
the belonging,
On-
Time,
a relief rafter,
trapped her in a bastard-
livin' lavish though,
lacked her plaster!
I' reddemmed, but inside of your calculator...
Ready or not it's just like your liked NOT to come,
ingenious or not, it's indigenous laughter to rum.
You clapped for them and they were quiet for you
Often strangers clap louder for you
Than people you thought you knew
Many tell you that they want to see you grow
But many of them enjoy seeing you when you are at a low!
Smile for the haters
You clapped for them and they were quiet for you
Today frenemies exist
Snakes in the grass that’s ready to bite
Jealousy and resentment run so deep
But you must keep the faith
Frenemies only know gossip
But they cannot stop the victory that belongs to you!
They will try to damage your story
Hoping they can hold on to their glory
They often live in a fake reality
But darkness does not live forever!
You clapped for them and they were quiet for you
There is nothing new under the sun
This we have seen since the beginning of time!
Many tell you that they want to see you grow
But many of them enjoy seeing you when you are at a low
Often strangers clap louder for you
Than people you thought you knew
Smile for the haters
You clapped for them and they were quiet for you
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Some things are impossible to do with one hand
To clap at the concert of your favourite band
You can give it a shot
But believe it or not
All that happens is the guy beside you gets fanned
talk
listen
forgiveness
how many times
sin, repetition
who believes this bunk
this self righteous whining on
oligarchies thrive on our sin
sins they have created for just this
to contain the life of us, to feed them
The cubby hole retains its darkness as it should for it contains us and what they see as our blackened souls. The perforated screen between secludes and excluded as it intrudes on the inner workings of our guilt. Our guilt, the guilt they've orchestrated, and mined, since sperm met egg. These men of the cloth castrated by their own hands, cloaked in black and white, bathed in gray: sit and meat out the justice of the Lord in Hail Mary's?
incense burns
masking the scent of sweat --
petals fall
*Etheree & Prose poetry & haiku
Some things are impossible to do with one hand
To clap at the concert of your favourite band
You can give it a shot
But believe it or not
All that happens is the guy beside you gets fanned
**Please note, when reading this poem,
it is meant to be an interactive poem.
So join in while you read it.***
Put your hands together and clap.
Can you bow or curtsey, like that?
Can you blink your eyes,
wave you hand goodbye?
Can you put your hands together and clap?
Can you snore like you do in bed?
Can you put your hands on your head?
Can you jump in place,
put a smile on your face?
Can you put your hands together and clap?
Can you flap your arms like a bird?
Can you laugh loud, so your heard?
Can you spin around,
jump up and down?
Can you put your hands together and clap?
Can you show me where your ears are?
Can you make a noise like a car?
Can you touch your toes,
wiggle your nose?
Can you put your hands together and clap?
Entry for "One For The Kiddies" contest
Hosted by Joe Flach
Placement: 9th
Please see if you can add a line to this one in the comments section. I want to see how many of you remember it and can add a line.
6, 8, 9
The goose drank wine
clap for me
because i didnt
do it
now
clap for me
?
Life as a crow can be dodgy you know
Those humans they have funny habits
They feed every creature that lives on this planet
They even grow salad for rabbits
The nuts and the seeds and the fat balls they leave
Upon the bird table all day
So finches and robins can eat till they're full
Even starlings will have some away
But show ’em a crow and ballistic they go
It’s like there’s an unwritten clause
Except when we poop on their washing
Then they give us a round of applause
A long sleeved sweater is far more applicable than a cardigan in a heat wave located in the bathroom. But falling snowflakes from showerheads is an uneven crust upon tiles. See now the little flea jumping around in that mud arch. It is very clever. And chats incessantly about the state of foreign affairs, the environment, and economic development too. Wow. Such mind blowing topics. How stimulating that is. But recommending a beacon flag to a beach towel is about as important as flying into a volcano at high speed. Over twenty two furry hours and the stars smile.bas died the migrating mingling meteoroid whose passing only slightly ruffles the down of the baby birds in their nest. So tortoise head. Come to eat porridge have we? How rather pleasant. But peasantry and pageantry do not sit well together in a two foot ball room. Especially when cheese is served. One must be very prompt then as to avoid such aloof and insectivorous gestures in such places. Palaces put pickled pineapples prolonging pins. But no puns or plum jam here today. And that silver backed humped whale moving slowly in a window wave. Yachtsman forefront in a cartwheeling cattle. Wow. Haha and now eat sleep and dance. All at the same time. Hahaha holding an iron, a rock, a pair of hair straighteners, a car battery and a spoonful of jam. Hahaha bouncy castle jumping into the sky. Look. And that was the latest from p y q reporting on the floor of a large scale train. Xxxx virtualisation Z z z z z
Up above the sky
Sounds of Flight covers the cloud
Children clap and laugh
Day by day we grew up faster,
We're pea grains on palms of master,
We are gathered willy-nilly,
You can take and eat us really.
But you should know, you should remember,
We have no conceited temper,
We are raised and dried with breezy
Not just to get in food so easy.
They grow the change from us, they cover,
to hit the walls with wrath and power.
You were boiled in soup for feeding,
You are dead and you are eaten.
Who just said, it's useless truly
to hit the walls with your head duly.
Clap! The eyes climbed on the forehead,
And the forehead becomes solid.
Pea grains will melt into bullets,
The bullets will melt into weights, say,
with this battering ram we'll easy
smash all walls and find a new way.
No one can cook porridge ever,
Our muscles have steel level,
Hit the wall with forehead duly,
let grow up a new change truly!
Turn the weights into the stones now,
Turn the stones into the walls here,
The walls enclose the field so safely,
And the field is full of ripening crop!
Here we grow pea grains faster
day by day without some master.
They are gathered willy-nilly,
You can take and eat them really.
Clap! The seeds fly over field, say,
Hello, new tribe, hello new way.
Clap! Pea grains hit walls with power,
We grew up new change in hour.
Pea grains will melt into bullets,
The bullets will melt into weights, say,
with this battering ram we'll easy
smash all walls and find a new way.
Turn the weights into the stones now,
Turn the stones into the walls here,
The walls enclose the field so safely,
And the field is full of ripening crop!
P. S. This is my translation of poem by Vyacheslav Butusov
A flash of lightning
A clap of thunder
As a hard rains falling down
Through the misery of life’s window
With no respite to be found
Tottering along the pathways
Of life’s treachery
Forlorn and broken
Mapping out my destiny
Memories of failures
And what was meant to be
My endeavors all wrought
My own misery
Life holds meager meaning
Since my fall from all grace
Tattered and beaten
My head hangs in disgrace