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 sweet butterflies flying,
I love you all- the orange and the blue;
fluttering, drifting- I feel like crying.
Sweet, sweet painted ladies in every hue,
sometimes you come alone, at times a crew;
come, kiss the flowers that for you- I grew.
A robin finds a fat worm on my lawn,
little sparrows are gathering for nests;
and all the birds start their singing at dawn.
I love the concert- do not think them pests,
oh, woodpecker does tap, tap, taping tests;
a hummingbird lands on my hand and rests.
I have been waiting all winter for spring;
for you beloved spring- I want to sing.
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March 28, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/Spring At Last
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1128-273-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Urban Sonnet
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Fifth Place
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 one.
A rhythm to the mind,
Friday is the tune.
Unity of the night,
Imagine if ‘Love’ was ‘Friday’.
How much couples will agree,
How groovy the mood will,
A Friday relationship every day,
Love so groovy…
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 apart, glued together,
Expecting to be viewed the same
The smaller pieces trying to fill the bigger gaps,
Larger pieces try to squeeze into their tiny spaces
Trying to get out if taking responsibility,
By filling in an easier role in the puzzle
A development of strategy begins
Meetings with new pieces of tape,
Other types of glue to fix the problem
Not even duct tape can solve this puzzle
Distant glazing may appear a little blurry,
But up close, it's taped repetitive times
The pieces no longer flows from one to another
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
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 for many a mile
From here the City churches pierced the mist
A scene no photographer could resist
Heck with the order to cease and desist
Taping her performance, he blew a kiss
Stars twinkled and music filled the night air
For him to make money seemed only fair
Video, in its case, was marked with flare
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
Promptly arrested and taken to jail
He called his ex-wife to help him make bail
Her sultry voice told him to go to hell
May 18, 2018
One, Nine and Sixteen Upgrade by Viv Wigley*
Sixth Place
*Line one - 'The spiral staircase made her high heels sing'
Line nine - 'From here the City churches pierced the mist'
Line sixteen - 'He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square'
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
Bending over picking all of the trash
In an off the wall guess Teddy Toad thought of this
Something the Fairies all liked
A horn on a horse as a matter of course
Then the trash men could go along for the ride
So they took a horse and Duct taped a horn
Cause we all know Duct tape works wonders
But it never fit right in its slip and its slide
In the taping of over and under
Science soon prevailed in the cell from the horn of a cow
Mixing it up with one from a horse
Purely by accident they just happened to chance
Upon what is now the Unicorn
Who's very first job was giving litter a nod
In helping to keep the streets clean
But before too long the Unicorn evolved
In the preforming of different activities
From the up turn of nose in sneezing rainbows
In the prettiest of sunny weather
To giving kids rides as they grew wings to fly
The ones mixed with birds of a feather
Or the burping of clouds when they opened their mouths
That only know how to rain Skittles
That sometimes floods the streets in candy knee deep
Running sugar sweet straight down the middle
So if you're ever confused on how Unicorns were first used
Or had any doubt to how they came about
You can set your mind at ease
You now know they were created because Fairies all hated
Bending over picking trash off the streets
Goodnight son, sweet dreams...
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 popsicle sticks to my fingers
so they stay straight as I type
“Obstinate, stubborn”
my mother used to say
when I dared to disagree
or stand up for myself
Her insults like a high pitched
whistle blown inches from my ear
echoing in my malleable young mind
a cavern creating stalagmites
layer upon layer
with the constant drip-drip of disdain
sharp and spiky that would impale me
over the years yet to come
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 it did at first
taping a crayon is not something new
my mommy taped my crayons
when I broke the color blue
I thought I would be smart
and I tried to use some glue
but that didn’t work either
before I know it, I had broken two
if you learn to color gently
your crayons will last
then taped crayons will be a thing of the past
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 was nothing,
Not even a lingering dust particle,
For all the time trying to fix myself,
In a few words,
It all fell...
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 government's watching us
Taping us each time we pee
Had no idea things had gotten that serious
Why such interest in little old me
Well I'm just gonna go on my merry old way
More important things on my mind
Like feeding Dufus and my persian cat Lily
A good way to stay sane I find
Haven't got time for those cynical people
There's exciting stuff to explore
This friendly old planet is beckoning me
So I'm off to open more doors
© Jack Ellison 2013
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 on your floor.
So tired of waking up alone
Knowing you don't care.
Been down on my knees more times
Than I would care to share.
Your eyes have always pierced me through
And broken all I know!
And you twist my words
My world falls apart
How many times can you go
And break my heart?
And you ignore my words
My feelings fall apart
How many times can you rip
The tape off of my heart?!
Because I don't wanna be broken anymore Sick and tired of taping myself back together Just to wind up in more pieces on your floor.
Doing Wheelies!
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Memaw’s doing wheelies,
She must have flipped her lid.
She should be knitting blankets.
Or babysitting kids-
She had the “hee-b-jee-bies.”
At least that’s what she said.
Just before she hit the gas.
And started to skid.
Go get the camcorder.
One-hundred-thousand wins!
Now, that’s a lot of dollars.
Soon, taping did begin.
Hiding in the bushes,
When Memaw passed that way.
While doing many wheelies,
They videoed her play.
Then all of a sudden,
She rode toward the bush.
One last wheelie- Yeehawww!
Then, she landed on her tush!
TV talk shows are very interesting. But what TV show all American viewers like most of all
is "The Maury Povich Show." Maury has been on TV since his TV show made its TV debut on
the FOX network back in 1999. "The Maury Povich Show" deals with the following subjects:
paternity tests, infidelity, homosexuality, life-changing moments, domestic violence, the
works. But what kind of segment everybody likes about "The Maury Povich Show" most of all
is dealing with a bunch of wild and out-of-control teen girls, especially the ones who are
trying to get pregnant at an early age (including the age of 14), the ones who are
terrorizing their own family members (her own mother), and the ones who are having
unprotected sex with multiple guys. "The Maury Povich Show" was in New York City, first,
and now, all episodes of that talk show are now taping in Stamford, Connecticut (the home
of WWF/E World Headquarters). Looks like all TV viewers will have bear witnessed the drama
and the excitement that's airing on TV and in person. How cool is that. I hope to be a
part of the audience for when "The Maury Show" and I get to see him in person in the near
future. And if "The Maury Povich Show" were to stay on the CW network for a long time,
that would be cool.
"All the Vain Rivers"
Leaves
safe harbour
ports in a sharp quay
stories reflecting
from the hull of a boat
penned down
all the vain rivers
tears now water tight
somewhere home bound
past the edge of my world
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
https://youtu.be/drZ3c_KfeuY
Benoît Pioulard - Home Taping Billowed Edge
Artist: XavieRinato
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 picture forms.
Words become sentences that flow into paragraphs.
At last it holds its audience's attention.
You sit back and read it through with an odd adjustment.
Finally satisfied that it is a finished and polished piece.
Ready to be published on the web, your finger hovers
then you hit that button and hope readers like it.