Short Bop Poems
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dancing to and fro-
signals to where the nectar flows
Note Honey bees communicate by body 'dance' movements
A smile's a transformer
It changes your day
To be-bop and blue skies
from downcast and gray
So turn off the gloom
and switch on a grin
A good mood's contagious
~ Laughter its twin
Cinderella was a starry-eyed lass
Dancing at the ball in shoes made of glass
While bolting for the doors
She encountered waxed floors
And unfortunately fell on her A$$!
For: SKAT*
SHOES contest
You will never believe what I should see,
but three blue-grey birds on the branch of a tree.
I do not think that they were finches,
though they were only about five inches.
Sporadically, each, in turn, would hop,
as they composed the gnatcatcher bop.
In the next life if reincarnated
as a mayfly I am designated
it's good enough for me with nothing but fun
for twenty-four hours (under the sun)
until the race is run bonking here bonking there
I'll be bonking everywhere non-stop until I drop
Blitzkrieg Bop shaked one fertile ground
In Germany where people sat on the ground
Under the heat of the sun
Open bodies laid under the gun.
Blitzkrieg Bop became a craze
Up front and behind a famed naze
Moving, shaking above and under the trees
Trembling, quivering with high knees.
Blitzkrieg Bop ruled over the world
Seventy six atop the torn world
People with sad faces learned to prance
Everywhere they hopped, wiggle and dance.
Mandela Poem by Paradox
Mandela Inspires
I watched from afar
As a man struggled and lived
What Black American’s Today African Americans
And countless other African black dissentience people
Di-aspora wide= Live, and died,
And still suffer blacklash from today
But, --it is OK
Fairness is to exist
Yet I’m amazed, and I praise
The efforts and accomplishments
Of Mr. Mandela
His legacy=
Will continue to inspire me
For the rest of my moments
How vast is the mind
in all it surveys?
Humanity's blip can be
measured in days,
yet I hold hallowed
my meager plight
as I plummet blind
through this icy night.
With all prime focus
centered on me
as my reigning
identity
I quake confused
by all my eyes see.
Shall I be sequestered
in perpetuity?
My body buckles
with forces profound
since I find no hope
to orbit around
only more egos
that need to be stroked
waiting for my light
to get revoked.
They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age
They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright
So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!