Short Clapped Poems
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The drum drummed
The guitar strummed
The trombone oom pah pah'd
The audience clapped
Because they were rapt
And some called out Hurrah
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Wind blew crabs outta their holes.
Hail pelted cars to smash repairs.
Shops clapped shut with thunder rolls.
Spring tripped and fell downstairs.
There was a line at the loo
poor pups didn't know what to do
each clapped his four paws
with rousing applause
when Frenchy finished his poo!
the cue was uttered
the closure was made
the curtains fell
hands clapped
and the lights went out
then you crushed
the only puppet you had on stage
me
Heretic, lunatic, slug went to tea.
Two were crazy but then there was me.
Raunchy laughter loud
Truly insane proud.
Restaurant clapped when we left there finally.
There once was a Chick from the sea
whose two buxom breasts were set free.
Twin seaweed straps snapped
as thunder clouds clapped
and the sailors drown ecstatically.
Our President is not very bright
He paced his bedroom all through the night
So filled up with pride
He clapped 'til he cried:
"How does a Limey turn off the light?
as Chairman Fauch Xi smugly took the stand
the giant red panda nervously clapped
his responses were briefer
than was Adam's tiny fig leaf
a 5th of silence can be a snake in the grass.
The night is filled with excitement, they dancer upon their toes
No one saw the childlike angel, as she flew from high above,
Each performance was delightful, the audience clapped for more,
trumpeting the deportation of Tren de Aragua killers
only one democrat stood up, few even clapped
if congress isn’t united about that
it’s a good thing the president’s not standing pat
Seems like you have a nervous habit
of swaying side to side whenever you sing.
Or are you doing that on purpose?
I laughed, clapped
yelled and cheered you on.
But it seems everyting is pointless...
you’ll never notice me will you?
Neon and noise.
Night-world horrors.
Whose reflections, whose echoes
Showed not, nor shook
Its panes and doors.
Conscience-singeing.
Waywardly flapped.
Strange appeal! Once sought but through
A moonlight kiss.
A round dance. Clapped.
I’ve danced in a clowning jig,
Bells on my nimble toes,
Askew on my head, a wig,
Smile painted over my woes.
I’ve clapped in a rhythm inane---
Jumped in my floppy clothes…
My grease-paint dissolved in rain…
While tear-drop insanity flows.
I’ve danced in a clowning jig,
Bells on my nimble toes,
Askew on my head, a wig,
Smile painted over my woes.
I’ve clapped in a rhythm inane---
Jumped in my floppy clothes…
My grease-paint dissolved in rain…
While tear-drop insanity flows.
She gave me everything, i gave it back
she deserved an ovation, but i rarely clapped
love is sweet as cake, but eat it fast
choke on it even, this too shall pass
cupid is a marksman, youve heard the phrase
'you cant run from love' like you cant run from age...
tonight on the back deck
the cat laid in my lap
while rain poured like heck
and lightning's thunder clapped
as bolts sky-cracks wrecked
the darkness was in color wrapped
all round and the rain never slacked
as fifteen year old iris simply napped
stan sand
When the rain falls slowly as if we were in Cape Breton
and the bird in the well is singing a solo song of beauty
I long for the days when the sun clapped his mighty ray
on our tanned backs and left us , to our own demise.
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they beat the drum
clacked on rock
clicked their tongues
clapped hands
goading me on
for mine gyrate
with
the king's
feminine
flock
“But who painted the rainbow?” she asked the boy.
He smiled.
“And who created those stars?”
He clapped his hands with glee.
“And who decorated the meadow?”
He grinned.
“And who created those two –legged beasts?”
“I thought we needed them,” God told Mother Nature.
The heavens clapped,
and wept with delight,
to have witnessed ,such a union ,
so pure, so bright.
A Beauty, so rare, yet true,
their are none, that are so fair as you.
Oh how the heart does ache,
from unrequited love , it doth break ,
and the longing breaths , in , then partake.
Cloth of gold circled her feet
Sitting at her tapestry kindly smile
Dear, you love me do you not?
With all my heart Sweetest !
She clapped her hands twice
Banquet table , minstrels , ice
Bright eyes blue loved to stress
Well versed charms all impressed
Sat down in ceremony served a treat
Victims claim the well must be capped
Zapped off by their hands two times clapped
But oil will still leak
While their talking heads speak
Logic tapped from minds that have snapped
Author's note: Are the people on this site too high class to know about the clapper? I thought this was funny????
A turtle dove
I landed on your chest
Widened the jagged crack
Your Heart chambers shivered
Quiet silver ripples in a
Tender Garden of Eden
Watching me, your son
Clapped his hands in orange glee
I sought some breadcrumbs
Which I found upon your stable sea
I was vanquished by the I
Within your I
After the storm ends
the sun peeks through the clouds,
the rain stops suddenly
the thunder clapped clear and loud.
Nature is being replenished
by a summer storm,
it's nice to see the sun again
but, I know storm clouds, when they form.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
July.14/2006
No bird remains to sing his song
So silence pounds the whole day long
In beat with memory of the day
I clapped to make him go away
The fault, it clearly lies with me
The bird was what the bird should be
Now I live knowing I was wrong
To want to silence any song
…Inspired by ‘A Minor Bird’ by Robert Frost