Long Clapping Poems
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That we could dance upon the dew dry grass
beneath a bluish sky with little cloud,
we listen to the music grand as brass
as clapping cheered us from the evening crowd.
How quickly we fatigue, age takes its toll,
Returning to a shady place to rest,
we must pay for all pleasures which we stole,
a glass of cold beer will gladden us best.
Red sunset form on the far ocean wide,
silently we trudge to an austere shrine.
We approach silently our heads held high,
enjoying fragrances of the great pines.
Our lives we must mend with much endeavour
pray to the Lord for mercy forever.
My time to shine I remarked
before the main event,
Had to make it all worthwhile
big dollars they had spent.
The final act all jam-packed
with talent overload,
Pleased by my performance
the role I played when glowed.
Sung real loud to the crowd
in tune without a flaw,
They wooed me and renewed and
encored me for more.
My tap dance was extraordinary
striking, stomping, tapping,
Captivated, dominated
energetic clapping.
Twas then I thought I made it
finally was famous,
To be a part of work in art
one must be courageous.
Was inspiring and sheer stunning
the best of all about,
Then, the audience stood dumbstruck...
my bosom just fell out.
Am I dreaming
Am I in love
Did the nights just become better
Are the days gleaming with sun
Did I just breach
when you were in reach
Did you sign a love letter
Did my diary just get better and better
Am I dreaming
I remember the mirror
when I talked to myself being alone
but there you are breaking the dawn
Arm in arm were the teens
but, I waited it seems
until true love showed under the clouds
the thunder clapping, serendipitously loud
The submarine speaking its mind
I rewind the lips on velum, lover signed
Am I dreaming
or did you appear
as I showed up like a buttercup from boot’
and you snatched me up from the group
I was your Friday, the others rest
Am I dreaming
or were we married
in the courtyard, as I marveled at the promise
I made to to you, and to God in my mind
The Spirit lassoed me before I accepted truth
He knew ahead of time - a threefold cord
The devil couldn’t separate two
who would one day be inseparable
Am I dreaming
Am I in love
for forty-five years, though some seemed long,
but now time flies and were having such fun
Thankful, you’re in reach
that we support one another
and have a lifetime to revisit
knowing each other so well, having kids
and grands; not separate, but kindly successful
Am I dreaming; do I take things for granted -
expletive NO! It was hard work and worth
every minute, hour, year and decade.
Deliriously in love with your eyes and smile.
You ARE worthwhile
and thank you God!
A black armored predator
plodding (as beetles do
when not chewing upon other insects)
around the lip of a bowl,
clapping together stubby wings,
razor sharp mandibles
swatting at the aromatic steam.
Beetles are tanks
they are built to withstand
all in-coming,
Birds don’t eat them,
they taste like baby goo
dipped in crispy aspic.
How small
can a natural born killer get?
The beetle tentatively,
marches around the edge of a bowl
as if hunting its own trail.
Will it find enough of itself
to make a decent beetle meal?
These and other questions of girth,
capacity and predatory prowess
must wait,
for it has fallen
into the tomato soup.
This particular beetle
cannot swim,
perhaps its mini motor was out of gas
or its tank too heavy to float?
I put the soup aside,
not that hungry anymore.
Mery Christmas: oh thanks honey (they Kiss) and a Merry christmas to you!
Two turkeey's and what a big peice of beef!
We doing it up this year aint we: yeah I wanted our last
Christmas before the baby to be specail.
Something to compare to throughout the years. Valintines Day is
the due date.
Ya'll some romantic people aint you. Huh: we aint had thyme to reherst anything
but we still singing! That's right not even orgazition
or should I say the lack their of stop this show!
We sangin Christmas songs tonight!
Just then that mean ole Mizzer came to the door
ya'll aint singing nothing up in here.
Gone out in the barn sing out their.
Not even a compasion for Jesus could
melt your chilly heart. We singing here tonight mister!
IIf ya'll is ah singing then
I is ah leaving said the man, who
appeared to be husband to the pregant woman. I aint putting no stress on my baby
and the way ya'll sing is quite stressful, all that
blue humming and grunting and all those yeah:yeah's.
Un amplified classical singing. we singing here tonight: the other woman clapping that's right! Singing tonoight!' Of his coming, his devined nature and his earthly role!" Yeah Jesus oh Jesus!"
Hand Stand
Thumb Works With Digits to Grasp,
Beholding the Design Makes Me Gasp,
Quite Beholding a Tool Like a Jeweler Hasp.
Each Body Member Complex Beyond,
What We Take for Granted, Look Again, A Second,
All Our Meant Equipment Causes One to Reckon.
How to Best Test Them? What Destiny is Intended?
Fine Embroidery, Often Torn, Neglected & Ended,
But By Threading Our Thoughts, The Tapestry Mended.
"Mens Et Manus", "Mind & Hand" is the Motto,
Raised in Oath, Firm Handshake, Grip is a Mystical Grotto,
Nail Artistry, Knuckle Cracking, Covering Mouth Sotto.
Palm Reading, Dr. Spock "Veeing", "Cabbala-ing",
Counting on 5, Also the Number of Moshiach Meaning,
Clapping, Waving, Fingerprinting, For Wall Leaning.
Weighing, Temperature or Softness Knowing,
Sign Language Sharing, Aiming in Baseball Throwing,
Expressing Warning, Card Dealing, Oar Rowing.
"Handle" Means Your Treatment: Care or Rarely Scare,
Fingers Raised in "Hurrah" or "Get Lost!" A Sure Stare,
"Hi!", "Five High!", "Power!" or Something Rare.
Write!, Play Music!, Hold Hands!, Heal the Sick!,
Juggle!, Amaze With Card Sleight of Hand!, But Be Quick,
"Time's Wasting!" Life's Brief, "In Time of a Finger Lick!"
Such a Purposeful Gift Perhaps Can Obligate,
Not "Hands in Pockets" But Act, Good Works Create,
Fashion One's Term Here on Earth Articulate!
Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment
The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.
Second round...
Gaiting horses, eluding kicks and punches
Baiting bodies, protruding hunches
Third round...
Fighters in merry-go-round
Hide and seek on square ground
Fourth round...
Faces smearing, eyes rolling
Bodies perspiring, allies chanting
Fifth round...
Feet hovering, foot work disintegrated
Temperature rising, hard punches connected
Sixth round...
Audience clapping; boxers hitting
Attacks jabbing, gloves slugging
Seventh round...
Whacking arm follows, gloves batting
Ulnar bone gallows, heads swatting
Eighth round...
The champ fighter grinning, nailing one hard scour
Second fighter fainting, flailing above the litted floor
Ninth round...
Stronger fighter grinning again with right hook
Left hook thrashing, down the second fighter of blind look
Tenth round...
Challenger flogging, kept on rising
Challenger pelting, the champ fell on floor gasping
Eleventh round...
Both warriors pummeling, whipping, jostling
Switching, clubbing, lashing, drubbing
Both fighters fell on adulated white floor
Before the ninth count both warriors stood tall
on wrestled floor
Twelfth round...
Last two minutes of peppering round
Both fighters staggering until the challenger dropped first and gaunts.
Champ still standing, waiting for the ten counts...
Last twenty five seconds of the final round,
First fallen fighter with a bigger heart stands
Champ dropped on his knees --
Laid flat on aproned, famed canvass
Ten counts numbered as confetti lands...
The winner and challenger standing in the corner, beaten and bruised
Bleeding profusely after winning a dream never cruised.
They found ways to make him odder than what he was.
They would receive messages
and would filter some and
not deleiver others.
His relationship was undermined
on purpose.
they found it wise in there worship
to celebrate the acheivements of some
while others were to struggle in there relationships.
into the interest of something
that has potentail
all things then were scrambled into confussion.
She wished him to be hurted by her choose in men.
(which is more efficient for flowers; however, modern methods like rosin pressing (heat/pressure) or solvent/subcritical extraction)
"Rosineer Presso" she had affairs with other men to tell his secrets. She found shameing him a sporty way of feeling feminine. Stories, .In questo paese è illegale praticare o ricevere sesso orale. Which is neither taught or preached. She smiled as such made her decision on who she married easiest.
( she heard a Preacher breathing heavily through the microphone saying "the devil:the devil the devlvil, she stood clapping her hands!")
Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable..
Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013. Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.. will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws like..no no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.. Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t come..my bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont cum..my bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without him..gt too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other manager..talk later..gt really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching moment....gt too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really “You made me insane..you made me sick..men..in your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.. :) :) /\./\
by:
Madhavi
“Truth simple, if we but rest turbid mind
Leaving all deluded knowing behind”
~ quote by poet
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Reveal and conceal, is the game divine
Pangs of separation and rapture of union
Life becomes simple when with love we align
Once head melds with heart, we feel an ignition
An explosion of ineffable bliss reverberates within
Magnetic currents unending renew without cessation
We feel the thunder ineffable within as also on our skin
Soul’s light hitherto concealed, now clearly revealed
Sound of one hand clapping then thus does begin
Shorn of erst ferality, our mind-body is healed
We are transfixed by bliss beyond measure
We be to become the magnetic force field
As the false falls away, there is no fissure
Essence of presence delights in each surprise
God’s light suffuses our form, that we so treasure
Nonjudgmental eye ceases to discriminate or apprise
In timeless time esoteric wisdom shines in clear light
Soul celebrates each breath as bliss currents rise
Our spiritual heart throbs within, day and night
Dormant energy nodes, all dance in unison
Conscience discerning wrong from right
Meditation as our ever present orientation
Eternal now becomes a seamless continuum
Anchored not in stagnation, heart beats in elation
As a vibrant living bliss mist, devoid of ego residuum
We remain thus in heaven, at the joy sensorium
06-October-2021