Long Claps Poems

Do you know what it feels like when your dad leaves to go get the milk and comes back with a gun and some vengeance?
No? Well me neither.
See look, being funny is hard.
Some people don’t...

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Oh Hanna. 

The sinking of the USS Stefan wood. 

Oh Hanna 
I want to take you to Montana. 
We can camp out by the springs we will go and see the way oil is founding...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red...

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Oppressor and the oppressed.

Who is the oppressed and who is the oppressor?
Who has the right to beat a random person on the street?
Who has the right when to pronounce a person guilty or to see...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost,

“Seasonal Walks in the Park!”

A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall 
Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead
That can shock and moisten one’s...

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I had a          vision
standing on a grassy knoll
surrounded by          threehundredyearoldfortifiedwalls
The sun      ...

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The same black cloud that rested over the field the morning after the mower put out the haystack floated over the tops of the silver-trees on the edges of the rose-garden. Through the silver-trees it...

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Far away deep in the forest there lived a druid
It was a long journey of three to four days of
hard going with no real path to speak of.
Just little trails wandering through the trees
and up...

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Let me give the facts straight
I didn't write this poem because I want to entertain you by my fascinating wordplays
I didn't write this poem to bring you to the deepest depth of my emotions
I didn't...

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It is time. Yes. It is time. Time for all time telling devices to climb up trees. The grandfather clocks can climb the oaks. The watches can climb the willows. The alarm clocks can climb...

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Trump’s ‘Win’ “Hey, Fore!” (Now Five More)


Trump’s ‘Win’

Trump’s ‘Win’ fades (but for lives that it cost)!
Think he cops to the fact that he’s lost?
Fake News’ swill! Be prepared
for a varmint (once snared),
can be vicious as...

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Pandora's BoX

Whom to blame?
What woman now walks, the lethal ancestress
Of the original ancestress, that one named 
Pandora, that one with the gleaming eyes that said:

   "I want; I need, to know?"

Where is she...

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This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.
 
Tauren Wells Citizen of Heaven©
When We Pray Echo©
Like You Love Me Close ©
Tauren Wells came on the scene he...

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It started the 8th of June
moving away from too familiar
into too alien,
finding no sane oasis between.

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade
to wilting monoculturing drought.
Brown patches emerge with dulled loss of inspiration
of what might have been a family
an...

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He walks, rosary in hand, up the steps. 
His tread is broken, fragile, and the joggers 
Might hear his breath, each sharp inhalation, 
Each hissing exhalation, were it not for their 
Own breathless haste, their...

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The storm comes less often now,
Come it does.
Cyclical… Circular… predictable in its pattern.
It’s been a while dear friend.
 
            The sun so bright-
 ...

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Following a day of stillness and intermittent sunlight, comes the storm.
Hushed breezes, hot, humid clutching to the skies now race through the trees.
Late afternoon, darkness embraces the skyline, strewn with clouds of shaded blacks and...

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What makes my son special? Let me highlight his qualities…
since his milestones are  my accomplishment-trophies.  
He recently received his “Most Generous” and “Most Well-Groomed” awards; 
and he is now busy, learning with fun,...

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First guy: come on Michael!
Now you have to jump
Are you afraid or what?
If you don't jump 
One of us you'll be not!

Second guy: come on Michael!
Don't be such a coward 
You have a parachute for...

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As I sit here along I think of you my dearly beloved.
My feelings for you are stronger then I have lead you to believe. 
I love you, yet love can be expressed in many ways...

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Iambic pentameter is all about the syllables, which ones are loud, and which ones are soft.
Baboon has two sounds – ba, and boon, a soft sound, and then a loud sound.  High school also...

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A fairyland fable is a magic table floating around but nit with a rallying cry. That is purely reserved for several synchronised cruise ships whose sunbathing missions thwart many a delivery driver. It is with...

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[A classic example of a tale that wouldn’t 
Behave itself]

Pilchard the penguin shed icicle tears
He cries at the movies as Christmas time nears
While watching ‘The Snowman’ he claps and he cheers
But cries when the friendly...

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hereunder is served some poetry pouches full of love, 
dear reader, stir them as you like, 
if you wish you may crack them to pour into mouth, 
you may smear them on your body 
or...

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