Best Thumper Poems
"All the Dark Stallions"
Calliope burns
ecstatic bright star
fire brands, all her marks
both hands
holding the ropes
firmly fast today
slow burn
tomorrow
warm whispers
gently towards
the unlit shadows
love wanting always stays
driving all
the dark stallions
towards heaven
where the
Whicker Man
claps for more Light
and
Judgement
patiently waits
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
Miley Cyrus X Stevie Nicks - Midnight Sky / Edge of Seventeen
https://youtu.be/oRnxO9FRDbU
Miley Cyrus, Stevie Nicks - Edge of Midnight
https://youtu.be/IJgidX_LC4Q
"Ooh, you know it's true
That I was born to run,
I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you
(Loved by you)"
"O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn—"
LYRICS/ Edge of Midnight, Miley Cyrus
https://genius.com/Miley-cyrus-midnight-sky-lyrics
firebrand.
n.
person who is very passionate about a particular cause.
"a political firebrand"
Similar:
radical
revolutionary
troublemaker
agitator
rabble-rouser
demagogue
soapbox orator
incendiary
subversive
tub-thumper
2.
a piece of burning wood.
3.
one that creates unrest or strife (as in aggressively promoting a cause) : AGITATOR
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1. Noun
"Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art" / Keats
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44468/bright-star-would-i-were-stedfast-as-thou-art
John Keats/Poet.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-keats
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats
"Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun" / Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47644/ah-why-because-the-dazzling-sun
Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-bronte
The Brontës / Family
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bront%C3%AB_family
A Bible thumper how sweet the sound,
That means I’m in search of hallowed grounds.
That means I was lost but now am found,
And know the meaning of Heaven bound.
That day His blood was spilled upon the cross,
To bring salvation and hope to all who are lost.
Father forgive them for they know not what they do,
Even to this day those words still echo true.
I pray for those who laugh and curse His name,
For one day they must answer for their words of shame.
There is not a lot I can say except I believe His word to be our greatest gift,
And know that His return will be mighty and swift.
I pity those that don’t believe an take His name in vain,
For upon His return it will be too late to take part of our Saviors reign.
For upon that day they will be cast away to suffer in torment for evermore,
I just pray they open their eyes before it is too late and see what they all have in store.
Bible thumper, holy roller that pretty much describes me to a tee,
I love the one called Jesus and know He died for me.
Should you ever choose to cross over that line,
I’ll welcome you as a friend if that is not being too asinine.
The story of Bambi and his delightful friends Thumper, the rabbit, and Flower,
the skunk, his mother and father, The Great Prince of the Forest has been
read to kids for years. It is a beautiful story but has a great sadness too.
Bambi lives in the forest with his mother,
and his father The Great Prince of the Forest.
All day Bambi romps and plays with his friends
Thumper the rabbit and Flower the skunk.
But, his father warns him about the hunters,
waiting in the meadow ... we all know the rest !
But, in my version, Bambi's mother is not killed,
the forest is not set on fire, and his mother comes
home to their den safe and kisses Bambi to sleep.
The forest remains green and lush and Bambi,
grows up big and strong and has lots of babies,
while Bambi's mother becomes a proud grandma.
Waste not want not.
Oh the rabbit went and died.
You should have seen us all.
The news was like a car,
smashed into a wall!
The feeling it was shock,
i felt like i would cry.
How could it be so,
that Thumper he would die!
I remembered at Pet City,
how hard the choice just was,
till we seen the Rabbit
with marks upon his paws!
The family just went "Awwh!"
We loved him oh so much.
So we took him home,
complete with brand new hutch.
It seems so long ago,
and yet it seems so near.
That we brought him home,
so small with such big ears!
I cant believe he"s gone.
We were left with excess food,
and there is an empty space,
where his hut once stood.
But Sunday Lunch was good,
a belly buster"Phew."
yes you are quite right,
we had a Rabbit stew!
and not only that,
our bad luck has been beat!
We"ve set the record straight,
with four new rabbits feet!
But the best bit of it all,
is Thumper was so fat!
That i have got to wear
a Davey Crocket hat!
It is like my Gran would say,
"You"ll be happy with your lot,
if you follow just four words,
Waste not want not!"
No rabbits were harmed in the making of this poem. Thumper is alive and well and
living at the bottom of my garden!
Where The Heart Beats
________________________________(Started)_______by: Nathan Dilts
Thump budda thump thump
Thump budda thump thump
Can you feel it beating
Faster
Always faster
Shaped just like an aster
The mitosis of an emotion
Where the notion of its motion
Travels up through my spine
Wraps around my mind
Thump budda budda thump thump
Thump budda budda thump thump
Can you feel it flowing
Like a diamond
That is glowing
Never knowing
Where it’s going
Always showing
What it’s growing
_________________________________(Finish)_________by: P.D.
Thump thump thump thump thumper
Thump thump thump thump thumper
Can you feel it changing
Rapidly emerging
Losing its curve
Tightening the nerve
Energy reload
Waves about to explode
Accepting the negative
Rejecting the positive
Thump budda thump
Thump budda thump
Can you feel it fading
Melting away
Pulsing its rays
Relaxing base
Freezing phase
Boiling down
Drumming sound
Thump Budda thump
Can you feel it dying
Losing its shine
Dim neon lite
Weak to krypton nite
Lost of resistance
Fading existence
Moments are bleeding
Wakening to his feeding
Thump--- bud..dha ----thuu..mp
Can you feel it dropping
My heart is stopping
My inside are not rotating
My body is the axis
My heart, I'm its universe
Faintly a flash in my chest
Trying to beat again
Crying for a chance
Slower
pounding slower
Thum p___thuuu_____________ Stop Beating
Can not feel it the beating is gone
Plumpyflumpy was a sort of hippo/giraffe
Its rump was huge like a hippo
With a neck sooooooo long, that’s where the raffe bit was.
Plumpy loved to wallow in a muddy pool
oops I forgot to say that Plumpy was a young girl.
Sooo she had to wear a swimming costume when in the water
It was bright green with purple dots all over it,
made poor Plumpy look like a giant mushroom with a rash.
Did she care nooooo, she was free from lessons
free from chores that her Mam would find for her ,
off she waddled to the pool, excitement,
making her tummy rumble.
Down she plonked herself with a loud splash in the water
Plumpy closed her eyes in pleasure.
Suddenly a horrendous noise filled the air whewwwwwwwww it went
it was Plumpy her aching tummy full of gases,
slowly, getting released, the noise was like
an orchestra tuning up. whewwwwwwwwwww
So very loud, not very easy on the ears or nose.
Poor Plumpy, she just wanted to cool off.
Suddenly a bright idea was had by Rattycat
Why don’t we sing to mask the noise of Plumpy
So that’s what they did, they jumped into the water
Held hands in a circle and waited for the escaping gases to commence .
Wasn’t long and the noise of thunder started rumbling through the air
They looked at each other, started singing together
like a dawn chorus well sort of but not in tune.
Plumpy was so thankful to her friends
Come home for tea I made banana bread this morning
So off they skipped and jumped down the lane
Plumpy, Rattycat, Thumper (he didn’t go in the water] cos rabbits not keen and
Smellyskunk. Now he had a bad body smell loads of the time
so a dip in the water was like nectar to the gods, to his friends.
Last of all Chunky Monkey, he was doing his Tarzan act
going from tree to tree chanting
Banana Bread Banana Bread Banana Bread for me yeahhhh
What a lovely day it was for Plumpyflumpy
with wonderful understanding friends.
Penned 25 August 2015
I had a pet rabbit called Sue
She mated with a kangaroo
The offspring I named Thumper
He’s an excellent jumper
And he lives in a rare breeds zoo
The poem was written before I found the picture which is of a Jeroba which looks like a cross between a kangaroo, rabbit and mouse
06~14~17
It’s been ten days, the Easter Bunny is gone with hardly a trace,
The Missus is inconsolable- an Easter basket-case,
Evidence in plastic bags, some fibers and some fur,
The family suspects foul play, the police, they do concur,
This once pristine meadow has senselessly been fouled,
Safety and security has now been disemboweled,
“Mark my woids!” Bugs cried out “Sample that bastids’ blood!”
“No one hates rabbits more than that twisted Elmer Fudd!”
“You’re paranoid” Rodger snorted “the one who murders for kicks...
is that obvious cereal killer, the rabbit from the box of Trix,
“Wrong again” sniffed Uncle Wiggly, “you’re no kind of private-eye”
“But speaking of tricks, when you see her next, tell Jessica that I said hi”
“You can’t just point your finger and tell the police to slap on the cuffs”,
You’re so afraid of your own shadow; you’ve filled your pants with cocoa puffs,
Peter leapt up “A demented rabbit killer, it’s McGregor that’s plain to see!”
“He’s got my clothes on a pole in his garden, hanging in effigy!”
Wiggly shot back “…or is it gang related? Their alibis are somewhat frail”,
“Exactly where were those thugs, Flopsie, Mopsie and Cottontail?
“Hanging around Thumper and Br’er Rabbit; I tell you they’re all the same!”
“Do I really have to remind you all how Thumper got his name?”
Borrowing their hole deeper and deeper, down into that rabbit hole
Theories and explanations, none of which could console,
It will make little difference, because now there will be no Easter
The debate will go on and on, as scared rabbits talk out their keisters,
In a squalid little burrow on the wrong side of the rabbit tracks
Amid the empty red bull cans, lies a bloody axe,
On the handle of the door a “do not disturb’ sign is hanging
And in the bedroom is the Energizer; but it’s not his drum he’s banging,
There the recent widow is doing what bunnies do best,
Meanwhile across the field they are laying her hubby to rest.
March 5 1012
Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill
From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches
On this finest of dining
Call us the critter getters
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that
From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next
We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on
From teetotaling turtles
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there
That we won't pancake
So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk
Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste
Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch
As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat
Thumper, thumper
Everything you think
can be read on a bumper
Judge not,
as you are bidden
Grudge YES,
inside you will be hidden.
Beliefs of mankind
are not for you to tend
Keep your false ideals inside
Bury your head
in the sands of pretend.
A. Green
I use to drink to kill the pain, I'd overeat to kill the pain.
But I couldn't explain why I couldn't maintain, outta my mainframe
And I couldn't reboot at the push of a button for nothin'
I kept trying but my mind was holding back from somethin'
Heart was stuntin' a million miles, but where was it going.
Like becoming blind at the end of a book, I was never knowing.
The end of my story, my destiny and no glory, God before me
Screaming from dusk till morning but the world ignored me.
Poor me, sorely being muted without my tale being told.
Feeling so old had a bitter heart gone Cold, mouth didn't hold.
Outta Control, but yo, now I'm ready to spit this venom.
I'm betting the world will go silent when I speak his lessons
This blessin' that he gave me, a talent to twist up my speech
In a way that each with blasphemy can hear me teach
I don't preach, I hope I reach, cause this real talk should be heard
His word is the truest literature we can put to work.
For what it's worth I ain't never been a Bible thumper
But it's saved me from going crazy in the midst of a slumber
Now I know my number, where it is that he's got me headed,
In debted, he's prepared a room for me and I won't forget it.
I get it, that times get hard, but oh my Lord I'm holding on.
Keep me moving along when my mind is gone keep me strong.
Cause along I'll come amongst those vipers and serpents
Not deservent to be his servants, I'm a move with the currents
Move with a purpose cause I'm hurtin' to be what he made me
Thanks be for me to be a child of God, call me his baby.
It's Biblical safety that he gave me, to be walking on gold
And oh, the gates made of a single pearl as he told,
So behold the glory that nonbelievers can't comprehend
For all of them, trust in science that changes without end
Amen. God's words consistent and science can't disprove it.
Call us dumb cause they don't understand how to use it.
They refuse it, the power of the Holy Spirit when it thrives.
They can say that we're fake but my faith won't be denied
Catching vapors off this paper, high off the Holy Scriptures
Painting a vivid picture, you'll feel his gospel when it hits Ya.
Did it getcha, I pray that it did, there's reason behind it
Cause it's not for the pure at heart, but those in sin.
And let the church say "Amen"
Sheesh
I am not a monster like Bela*
I’m just a romantic fella
But this is no good
I see Hollywood
Has decided to slam Cinderella
Ok, some of you have pointed out my mistake and I acknowledge, I was wrong. It was Snow White and not Cinderella they were slamming. But Snow White doesn't rhyme with fella so... : ) I guess I don't know my fairy tales too well. Regardless it is ridiculous.
I know this Limerick sucks but what the hell is going on in this world?
I read this morning that some Hollywood star (?) has come to the decision
that because Prince Charming kissed Cinderella while she was asleep
(under the witches spell) he did so without her permission so this cartoon
is sending a bad message to young boys. I mean, what’s next?
Bambi, because his little rabbit friend’s name is Thumper and
that rhymes with Hump Her? Sheesh.
* Bela Lugosi who portrayed Dracula in the movies
“UNIT 47”
today I woke up in Riverside
and took a drive to San
Diego. there I met a man
named Joe. he’d taken me out
to eat ribs. I finished what
I could of the food but the
rest I took home. we soon
found ourselves on the pier
of the Imperial Beach.
we talked about the pigeons,
the seagulls and the water
itself. from our benches, we
could see Mexico and it’s
border. as we drank our
beers, I asked him about his
days in the Navy. he told me
after boot camp, he went to
submarine school. after he
finished, it was time to put
his training to use in the
water. he’d drop into the sea
by day and surface at night.
he spied on the Russians he
said, and went from port to
port traveling the world. the
year was 1952 and he was
eighteen. his service was
over in 1956. on one of his
port visits, he and three
naval buddies hit a tattoo
shop. they all got Thumper
from Bambi. the price was
only $2. I asked him if he’d
ever trade those days for
anything in the world and he
said no, it was the most fun
he had ever had.
on the way back, Joe
remembered he had left his
air conditioner on. He
laughed with a careless fear.
“My house is gonna be frozen
when I get back!” we arrived
and in we went. the house
wasn’t frozen but the spy was
happy to be home. I stood
proud of my day, spending
time with a war veteran who
had gotten a $2 Thumper
tattoo when he was a kid.
before I walked away, I
shook his hand, thanked him
and gave him a hug goodbye. I
was happy the man from the
Cold War wasn’t frozen.
the unit Joe lives in is
specifically marked and it’s
number is 47.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-31-2016
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
trying to keep this simple
a message to myself
something for me
a way to keep whats mine for me
a not in my pocket
of the things im achieving, striving, actively doing...
a note in my other pocket
my aspirations
the things im interested in
take the paper for your voodoo doll
see if i care
you puill my hair
you pull my hair
way to surprise yourself like finding twenty bucks
something you forgot but find when you wanted it
note to self
how am i today
well this is how iwas
this is how i hope to be doing
conversations to the past and present
indexing coordinates of time in poetry
reminding myself of the days i walkied madly in circles
two watches on
one on each wrist
one yoyo
left handed bouncyball
olympic joker
do you remember when we did this before
the note to self
what did we write
the sense of self we might of one had
did we lose our self
our self respect
was it me confused
you lost in a dase
maybe they did it to us
all of us never mentioned it to me thought i would know
but the blind leading the blind
poked out an eye
its not funny when there is a consequence for laughing
hangman
you better tell me
who made that joke of the hangman
Analysing familiar patterns even though im succesfull,
yeah that was working, but i can do better
i can fix myself
take the time to think it through
same routine
break away fix my hair
pklay videogames bake a cake
lose myself in something else
something else
something else better to do
better than being totally screwed
and lovin it
backed in the corner
bashfull
thump thump
thumper
backed in the corner
Fire in the iron
crop refined
second season
planted the new seeds in
stronger now
now i changed my mind
closer to your mouth
closer to your temptation
the two evils
a fork in the road
i place we all live but never get to
no matter how far we go
but live it everyday
welcome to today
black balloons
red parade
blue disco
got a red whale for sale