Long Tapper Poems

From 2010. Narrator is Robert Gibbs, snooty White House Press Secretary.

Lay, O Lord, a curse on press men, rude and churlish, sad, obsessed men 
Who persist to query me on matters they know I must...

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considering the inanity of writing a poem
 without  any idea  of a subject
  to write about has not deterred me 
from blindly filling the first sentence with words of little or no...

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Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare)??
Here’s a soul that has the capacity to feel everything so deeply, cutting through the crust of words unspoken. A being that understands even the language of silence and hears when...

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Her flapping wings ceased the troubled storm,
The ant of the dwarf looks like an Iroko.
Toweling my ego towards her fixed feelings
She penned her pride just perfectly to me;
The raw prettiness that bleeds her feminity.
Alas! The...

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Her flapping wings ceased the troubled storm,
The ant of the dwarf looks like an Iroko.
Toweling my ego towards her fixed feelings
She penned her pride just perfectly to me;
The raw prettiness that bleeds her feminity.
Alas! The...

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And back when I was a child 
I was shaped by how life started to defile
Absent of trial
Always another extra mile to walk 
Learned a lot learning not to talk 
I prefer to listen 
Not...

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A Sting From Hell

Making its round in social media group thro Whatsapp...
A picture of a tiny black creature hellish enough alright...
Typically out of sight, hiding between the many fruits on a bunch of langsat...... 
A...

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the season of blessings is season of rains,
showers from heavens for humanities gains, 
the rumbling thunder with the low flying clouds, 
with a crack of lightening blitzing aloud!

the tipper tapper then comes waltzing down tracks,
plants...

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I call you a ghost -
 for how do you get through 
these walls built with hewn stones 
shipped from mountains of understanding?
 How do you lure me 
by telling all the honeyed realms
 I'm...

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Omawunmi
The beauty in you speak about you
When the sun is on vacation to the west.
The dimples on the top of your smile
Runs a vampire of emotions to my soul.
In your vein lies the fantasy of...

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DRUMBEAT

The early morning silence,
Pierced by the melody of the birds,
And coarse craw of the cock,
The bleating of the goats and sheep for fresh fodders,
Squirrels hopping to and fro,
Devouring the ripe palm nuts atop the palm...

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*I Will Cry*

If this world really mattered,
Why does it bleed?

I could tell you how much I love you,
But, that will never heal the pain.
I am never at peace.
Every day I cry for grace. 
Every day...

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PALMWINE

The tapper ascends the height,
To get it from the palm sap,
The height he descends having the mysterious gift of nature,
Crystal like the caspian sea.



Grey hairs with their cups at hand,
Ready to taste the feeling of...

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for Thirugnanamoorthy

Remorseful, the noonday sun
Frizzles with the stealthy wind
Under the rubbery mountain green.
A calmness has come to rest
From having tossed in its sleep.
The forest has taken leave
Of the hunted horn and drum.
No more the tapper...

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Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter  McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald...

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Sang like a whippoorwill, up high on a hill
   Played trumpet like Satchmo, with panache and skill
To watch that man tap-dance, gave even Gregory Hines a thrill
   As Ella Fitzgerald told...

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That skin-and-bone-like,
Chocolate-colored veteran, 
Fragile personality accession;
Ascends tallest of palms, 
Committed to toddy-tap, 
As it’s his hereditary profession...!

Driving upward and down, 
Like a smart willing monkey, 
He reaches the highest of height;
Sitting over the petite petioles,...

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pen, paper, stereo, a tapper
 me with Eric B a nice plate of fish
 before you begin to take the great plunge with the pen
 hold your breath and count to the number ten

 box,...

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Author Dana Redricks
June 8, 2027

I got rhythm in my soul. I got that fire in my soul that makes me stand up and be bold. I know this world can be cold. I have that...

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"listen" http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=mfBpxfRAPo4


through my sleeping
a bit of napping
i kissed the tip
of a tapper
tapping
countless creations
of ever lasting
flips the flap
in tricks of timing
t’is only this
at pebbles shore
the hips and lips
of evermore
whispering mist
of wishes lore
could it be heaven
this raven...

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On a Wednesday 
Or even a better day.
I can't catch you.
The fast paced racer
Needs the best story.
Rich parables and attention.

The quick mess
That is never soothing.
My anxious ride is ending,
I've changed for better or worse.
But the...

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Forever you're gonna be my papa
Even if I no rich and I be palmwine tapper.
The joy you gave me by reincarnating
Is priceless and worth celebrating;

I knew you replaced yourself before you left
And even though I...

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Can there be a better sound
Than tap shoes, multiplied?
Tapping feet exude more joy
Than most things can provide.

Just today I heard those taps
But never saw their makers;
Such exuberance could not
Be caused by any fakers.

In their practice...

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 RUNS THE EMOTIONS
iT RUNS IN THE FAMILY FILLS OF GREEN FLASHES;
iT RUNS FOR IF PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS WARM GLOWS
iT'S MORNING GLORY FLOWERBED TIME FLUTTERS STINGING
INSECT
YELLOW JACKET
THE EMOTIONS
IN THE FAMILY FILLS OF GREEN FLASHES
THOUGHTS...

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