Best Tat Poems
you read out of obligation
a tit for tat consolation
a "thank you for your visit" affirmation
it's cool, this unspoken rule
I do it too, so what’s new?
It's only being civil
community code of camaraderie
who can break free?
It needs to be done
loyalties need to be won
so do the comment hit and run
then on to another one
I appreciate that, truth be told
this give and take system should hold
on poetic pleasantries, I am sold
“Reciprocity” is gold
oh, but that's not quite same
as being sure that you came
because I'm a favorite name
in your poet hall of fame
Come goaded by greed
Needing each word for your feed
Voyeuristic as I bleed
You need my pain to be freed
Come craving my rhyme fix
The potency of this mix
My poetic party tricks
Lines that give you the kicks
I'm a poet pillaged by pain
who's been baptized by rain
holding on to the sane
let me battle your bane
Read me for you know
You need me to grow
Dip in the stream of this flow
Words above, words below
Read and blaze in the fire
word kindling of your desire
let these flames take you higher
as they make each thought perspire
Obligation is overrated
Though my words might be dated
the ideas? NOT antiquated
to existence they’re related
Come visit me
Come here so you’ll see
Passion infused poetry
let it meld you and me
Eileen Manassian
Tit-for-tat,
a philosophy that humanity has never been able
to combat!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2018
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
sounds of war, tattered fife, ragged drum
In feathered cap, Yankee Doodle went to town
where he met a clever man named Madison
Wrote up a constitution, though not for everyone
rights for whites -- but not for blacks or browns...
Now it's 2 1/2 strife-torn centuries later
some love the USA; others hate her
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
so many promises ~ fallen flat
Machine-gun fire nightly in 'most every city
'Twas it all for naught ~ 'twould be a pity
A sprig of flowers danced the dawn
Tip toed merrily across the lawn
The delicate ankle softly trips
As the dew her ethereal sips
Around her feet the birds did sing
From her smile the sun did bring
April showers and tippling rainbows
From her eyes the suggestion grows
Colours burst and blossoms fall
The gentle whisper of natures call
In the orchard we sat and whiled
Both at peace and dreams beguiled
And as the sun sets
In orange and red rivulets
The suns fall is the moons call
Stars are bright as moonbeams fall
While she skips and dances beams
I hold my heart, collate my dreams
Of a sprig of flowers forever mine
Of setting suns and dawns divine
Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop, flooding the creative canal. Ideas danced like mad flames, charming, rhyming, flipping, flopping, finally happy, no crossing out, neverending editing, feathers flapping, inkwell splattering, until the words must be kept.
Eyes the color of dawn, never set. The romance never kept. Captivated by the sea, trees, and wolves. Hair like a cape ‘round the shoulders, as the cold swirls about, as the fire almost goes out. Only then does the poet gather her skirts and wood, and nibble a biscuit, pour herself into bed.
Her dreams and nightmares will be channelled into tomorrow’s inkwell. She lives inside a warm womb, in a butterfly's cocoon, in a bear’s hibernation cave. She spins fairytale gold.
An old man walked into town at noon,
And met a fat-looking dangerous goon.
“Give me all your money”, the goon said, brisk,
“Or else your life’s at a very high risk".
The old man put on a very frightened look,
Took out his wallet, and gave it to the crook.
The thug then exclaimed, “I took you in for fun",
"I hadn’t any bullets - empty was my gun".
To that, the man said, "Yours isn’t any worse."
Mabye you should take a look inside my purse".
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat
the drums did roll and beat
the men in their uniforms how they stood
so tall and trim and neat,
by ranks and files and squads they stood
with weapons, packs and flags
the flower of our nation's youth
did march to the drummers' beat.
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat
off to the wars they marched
with waves goodbye, and speeches of pride
they marched away while their loved ones cried.
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat
While one could question the wisdom of war
no one could doubt the soldier's scars,
war after war they were sent...
and bravely wherever sent - they went.
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat
The drums did roll and beat
the men in their uniforms how they stood
so tall and trim and neat,
and off to the wars they marched
to the sound of the drummers' beat.
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat
In battles they won to keep us free
but not without a price for victory.
They returned from places with names so strange
but some returned to a different beat,
with a slow roll, slow march - mournful and sad
they brought our loved ones home again.
To a grateful nation they gave their all
without a whimper or complaint they saw it all
and returned from places far away
battered and scarred - but free.
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat
Soon the sound of drums were heard
and leaders did call again...
with struts and speeches that sounded so grand
off our youth were sent with a band
Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat.
Dedicated in loving memory to all who served.
The cat and the dog are wrangling
I see a paw hit the canine.
A row and now a tangling.
I put my bet on the feline.
My job is to see no mangling
and not one hit at all is fine.
The cat is now fandangoing
to put the big dog in line.
How did I get in the jumble?
I try to get out and I fumble.
Hit by the cat, I tumble.
Tit and tat is elemental.
I say to the cat, "be gentle"
It may be the dog is mental.
4/7, 16
For the Sandy Hook Newtown
children and their mentors
Rondelet: Rat-a-tat-'tat
Rat-a-tat-'tat
Rattle staccato riddle tumble
Rat-a-tat-'tat
Toppled children scatter rat-tat
Innocent voices all tremble
Rifled trillions sure-fire treble
Rat-a-tat-'tat
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
The Captain's new wife was "true blue"
Whilst he stayed The Wives Club main screw
But rather than pout
When the Captain was out
She serviced his troops two by two
Petite-o-tat-oes, baked
of a fiery oven
Crispy skin
as spud's innards
fluff into a hot
morsel of delight
Butter-drowned
sour cream, spices
Romaine lettuce wedge
french bread-fresh-baked
creamy brie, Pinot Noir
tantalized taste-buds
Like a hot fudge sauce
effused
onto stone-cold
tutti-frutti
sensate's tongue tip
Salivation!
timer
hums
readiness -
Delectable
Consumption
of crispy, savory
Petite-o-tat-oes
To blue flames
set-ablaze
dessert of
"Cherries Jubilee"
Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat
Ty Tid! Ty Tid!
Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!
TIT-FOR-TAT PERSIAN CAT
A young man and his chic Persian cat
Help each other out tit-for-tat
He feeds her fresh kippers
She brings him his slippers
Why can’t more couples be thoughtful like that?
10/13/22
Seeing
a
jackal
beat
on
a
novel
drum
A
tiger,
with
eagerness
at
its
peak,
Wished
to
do
the
very
same
-
And
struck
on
the
drum
with
a
stick!
The
drum
was
really
a
nest
of
wasps,
Suddenly
they
attacked
the
foolish
tiger
Who
flew
fast
and
fell
into
a
deep
pit
Where
he
died
in
groaning
pain
severe!
The
jackal's
pretending
to
play
on
the
drum,
For
he
was
in
a
revengeful
mood
To
take
the
tiger's
life
who
killed
The
she-
jackal,
his
love,
sweet
and
good!
have u ever felt like diving in water and den flying outta it like a dolphin ?
have u ever felt like jumping off a cliff and imagine tat u wont fall but lay slow on the green carpet below??
have u ever felt like entering a green canopy and know that no thorn can bruise you?
have u ever felt like jus 1s god jus 1s if I cud be only a soul and not a body?
ever felt like simply dissolving?????