Best Taping Poems

 
I love spring and all the bright spring flowers,
the daffodils, tulips the pansy blooms;
oh, I even love those warm spring showers.
I am drunk on all the flower scent fumes,
putting vases of blooms in all my rooms;
and some to brighten up family tombs.

Oh, welcome back...

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Becoming the prey 
I’m melting away like a 5 foot wick
To show a skeleton of who was once the author
Now the pencil tips break and the pens ink tends to escape 
My eyelids worked overtime as hazard lights, 
Trying to communicate 
That I'm still held...

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Captured thoughts,
A capturer on a Friday night,
Mind away from the body,
Lost in a dance the mind is,
Stationary is the body.
Feet taping to no sound,
Laughs to equip the mood,
Capturers we are,
Gathered to one thought.
The only time minds agree,
Through the week we disagree.
Friday night the mind is...

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HOME. By Ted Bundy

There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties  and hats, now put your hands together for the rolling skating rats. Green fluorescent tawny owls are snorkelling in...

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Puzzle pieces of a family
Expected to fit within each other
Line up as a perfect match for the final picture
Displaying impeccable designs flowing together
Their distinctable puzzle had wear and tear
Taping the broken and bent pieces together
Ignoring the neglect of the stepped on pieces
Ones that were torn...

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Well son...

It all began in Fairyland
In the lab of the mystical toads
As trash throughout the land had gotten way out of hand
Along side of the pixie dust roads

The system they had wasn't working
Leaving empty all the garbage cans
And everyone of the Fairies backs were hurting...

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taping dancing freedom
on the mountaintop


tiptoeing
the mountain top
we slipped

fell like children
of Sisyphus

shooting galleries
caught us

life’s struggle
is over

weep not child
tomorrow comes
bearing new beginnings

if you believe
in the beginning...

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I refuse to cease writing these words
though all my bones have been broken
splintered and shattered 
like puzzle pieces
scattered on a tabletop
their pointy ends piercing 
every muscle each time I move
even an iota
I persist as I always do
despite the pain
perhaps because of it
to prove a point
taping...

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The spiral staircase made her high heels sing 
Her soft silhouette was mesmerizing
The orchestrated trills were riveting 
He would not have missed this for anything

She slowly turned spotlighted to the crowd
Which, along with drum intro, drove them wild
Her sultry voice and entertainment style
Rocked the arena...

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as a young child 
you don’t understand
the cause of broken crayons
is from your hand
you push hard to make it dark 
you have to learn over time
making a picture dark 
doesn’t color any line
so your mommy tries to tape them 
and that color just wont work
like...

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Singing a song in my ear,
Tantalizing my anxiety and tears,
Your voice repeats my fears
Never letting me forget,
Why im here.
 Doubts cloud my mind,
About myself this time, 
All the time spent taping the shattered pieces,
In three words
You left them battered along the floor.
 It was as if i...

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Haven't got time for those cynical people
They're never gonna drag me down
Life's too short for whining and complaining
In their own negativity they drown

For twenty-four seven it's non-stop paranoia
Can't imagine living that way
On the sunniest day their sun doesn't shine
I rather spend time making hay

Suspecting the...

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Joe Bonamassa is famous for more than just guitar skills.
but as for the lovely array of ancient antiques,
His "Nerdville" house is filled with tools and artifacts.

Joe Bonamassa hankers for blues-rock as pioneers age.
Danny Gatton taught him the telecaster.
And was listening to Jimi Hendrix and Stevie...

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I don't wanna do this again
Arguing with the thoughts in my head.
Arguments I'll never win I'm screaming
Till my throat is sore for help
But no ones listening!

Because I don't wanna be broken anymore
Sick and tired of taping myself back together
Just to wind up in more pieces...

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Thoughts all jumbled up, ideas flitting past.
Staring at the screen inspiration yet to strike.
Taping words on to note pad, then deleting most.
Sighing as you start again a new thought in mind.

This seems to work so you run with it
entering more and more words as a...

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