Long Bounce Poems
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I'm so flexible but I can snap.
So never push me too far.
I'm very strong but I can still break..
My strength depends on how kind you are.
I work well with my own kind..
Together we bounce off the wall.
But just like Humpty Dumpty..
I can't be repaired after a bad fall.
I am resistant to extrusion..
I can bend to accomodate most needs.
If respected I'll stretch the extra length..
And I multitask when asked with a "Please?"
I can hold many items together..
And tidy up a messy space.
My resilience will always rebound..
My versatility can suit any place.
I will always make you look good..
And give your hair a modern style.
I can help you break bad habits..
If you wear me on your wrist for a while.
You'd be surprised how many times I'm needed..
I come in many colours, styles and brands.
My abilities are absolutley endless..
Im your hard working, loyal RUBBERBAND!
Wild rapid peaks
of sunrise cheeks.
The man I wed, my choice was fine.
In hold of hands, whirlpool with you,
Our troubles spout a robust hue.
We laugh, we land on years, sublime.
In hold of hands, whirlpool with you,
We bounce along the crest of time.
In citrus sun of lemon-lime,
Our troubles spout a robust hue.
Wild rapid peaks
In hold of hands. Whirlpool with you -
Its spin, worthwhile, at vintage time.
Our troubles spout a robust hue
Of sunrise cheeks.
Of sunrise cheeks,
Wild rapid peaks…
1/13/2022
Meditative Ballad
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Used rhymezone and HMS
Perceptions – from eyes of fools
Perception is usually a matter of projection.
Perception usually dictates what become the rules.
Genius - lost in insanity – self, it calls.
Talent hangs on walls,
in the air of music halls,
upon the platform of a stage.
Artists play out images, in a rage.
Talent appears from thin air, left upon a page.
Artists leave their glory, carved in stone.
Talent resides within the spirit, all alone.
Artist, the man at the podium doth pronounce
yet, at the end of the day, gives less than an ounce.
Empty words, out of his mouth, off his tongue bounce
and the world goes around.
B. J. “A” 2
December 12th 2014
The evil doers (do they have any religion?) thought
The sun, when it doesn't shine as per their will, should be set.
Though millions of distorted versions of the truth were brought
What did they, ultimately, as a gift for their sins, get?
Resurrection, nay, resuscitation, was long-destined.
How could death, nothing more than the steward of life, enslave
Could the course of the core and crust of Candour be questioned?
Didn't he come to save each one from the brink of the grave?
As rebirth, chicks out of eggs dance. Bunnies bounce. Spring arrives
The goddess Eostre, like a glowworm, is flying around.
White lilies lure the landscapes. Little children catch fireflies.
Mystery and history mingle as angels's surround
Hungry graves craved as the godhead ended its existence.
Isn't Easter all on the radiance of omniscience?
I see the world split, two by two,
A doubled spark in every view.
Like someone paused to play a game,
And painted each scene twice the same.
Lines wobble, shimmy, twist, and sway,
Two shadows juggling in dismay.
And I, caught in their dizzy spins,
Search for the place where one begins.
Shapes wobble, teeter, blur, from view,
A teasing trick I can’t hold true.
Each glimpse a pair, each glance a spin,
A world that shakes beneath my skin.
So when the sights collide and gleam,
Two forms that haunt my waking dream.
And even when the visions bounce,
I chase just one and take a chance.
~ for my fellow poets ~
as slaves to the pen
or our keyboard, more apt
this molding of words
in a word, holds us rapt
fine fancies or fears
take us places unknown
our muse and our craft
better focused alone
the voice of our id -
the bounce of our rhyme
thus, charming or edgy
depending the time
midst romantic puddles
and whimsical trees
we splash our ideas
casting love to the breeze
a danger or hope or
a scorched trist-or-two
occur mind-to-matter
with the lines we imbue
the light AND the dark,
they both hold allure
our child's heart within -
just a tad bit impure
for tho we adore all the
things blithe and bright
we also know beauty
blooms deep in the night
if somber or joyous
thru passage or pain
it’s creatively ordered
thru rhyme and refrain
it's not that we're allied
- that we always agree
it's how we can sculpt
all the wonders we see
so although we may be
as different as spices
we’re thrall to our verses
whatever that price is
for it's a rare language
that few can command
but we speak it together
with a pen in our hand
so you may be a person
whom I've never met
but the gift of your writing
I'll never ...
forget.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "What Do We Have In Common" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ featured on Poetry Soup.com on May 11, 2018 - many thanks to those in charge for the honor.
for 10 seconds Serena Williams danced
the Crypt walk at the Super Bowl
and because of those ten seconds
the world completely lost control
In 2012 she also danced after
her London tennis championship win
yet the world's perception of that
produced a negative spin
how dare this Black woman
dominate their sport?
how dare this Black woman
dance on their tennis court?
resilience in our joy is what
Black women are all about
we may fall down but we bounce back
with nary a doubt
for our resilience grows out of
our challenges, disappointments and pain
our ability to bounce back
is how we have sustained
somehow, some way we will always
show up and show out
for in our resilience and in our resistance
any situation we will surmount
after fleeing from the Egyptian pharaoh
Miriam and her sisters danced for joy
their resilience and resistance in their oppression
kept their spirits from being destroyed
as women have been resilient
since the beginning of time
because our strength of character and adaptability
gives us the fortitude to perpetually climb
out of life's pits of despair and abysses of hell
women keep on bouncing back
as the joy in us continuously swells
we got biblical joy that allows us to rejoice
and be a joy to God
which gives us our resilience
and the strength of heart
for it is in the presence of God where we find
healing and comfort for our souls
where we get a fullness of spirit
that makes us joyful and whole
we get resilience in our dancing
which is the embodiment of true joy
because dancing releases endorphins
our pleasure hormones get deployed
we get resilience in community
because as women we move in unity
we find our joy in our sisterhood as our strength
in each other manifests communally
transformative resilience allows us
to bounce forward and not bounce backward in life
as we move in resistance with persistence
wielding our Spirit of the Sword in the name of Christ
no longer will we be reluctant to show the world
our Blackity-Black
for we are women with a resilient joy
and we got our godly bounce back
You must fall like a feather
And bounce like a ball,
If people cut you short
You must stand really tall.
If kicked while you’re down
Make sure that you get up,
Show you’re a dog with teeth
If they whip you like a pup.
If they dampen your spirit
Show your hope is still dry,
If clouds cover your parade
Make your fly-pass extra high.
If hit hard below the belt
Smile and shake their hand,
If your life goes off course
Just imagine it was planned.
Flex and bend like a willow
But retain a heart of oak,
If someone upsets you
Try and treat it as a joke.
You must fall like a feather
And bounce like a ball,
And - always come out fighting
When your back’s against the wall.
Look up in the great big sky
Something is catching my eye
A circle of flames so red
Shining romance overhead
Glowing with such charm and passion
Colliding two young hearts and crashin'
Them into one love beating
As this action is repeating
Through the night as single hearts
Get together and not part
While the magic of moon glow
Spreads happiness down below
Moonlight making caring sparks
Arms cuddle tight in the dark
Stars help bounce moon beams and form
A canvas happy and warm
A fiery creation
That is seen across the nation
A picture perfect painting of
The mystery of a moons love
Darkend nights begin to fade
yellow crimson warmth remains
what darkend nights of winters cold
can last forever, yet unfold
With bright the warmth returns to me
the flame of youth sets winter free
the crimson golds of flowers grow
the youthfull love of springtimes known
lovers wrap their arms in glee
and copy natures crafty bee
the birds return to make their nests
with natures songs and lovers rests
The days begin to sing with life
sweet natures mellow days are ripe
The farmers crops begin to grow
sweet nature builds a flower show
The youthfull rabbits prance and bounce
little children dance around
life is driven rapid free
gorgeous colours cherry trees
What darkend nights of winters fold
can ever last with springtime gold
in life your winters come and go
the sun of springtimes fun will glow