Short Tap Poems
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Tumbling across,
Over beaten studded paths,
Keeping winds rhythm.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/15/09
drops drip
from leaky tap
plonking annoying plunks
that bore holes in your peace, shattered
Must Stop!
i used too
much baby
oil with the
lights turned
low but soft
music can
be heard as
Paul Simon
sings slip
sliding
away
Form:
if it sing
or i hear ting
its a bad thing
i can't adat
to the lap
some one try
am not lying
to hear my rap
its a
PHONE TAP
Lonely nighttime rain
Tap dancing for attention
Drama Queen gimmick
can you
hear the
sound of
sweet rain
tap dancing
to the tune
while
i
am
singing in
the rain
upon
the
cobblestone streets of Spain
Tippity tappity tip
tap tip
Tapping the toes
with a flip of the
hip
Pause for some water
– take a big sip
Then pump up the
volume and really
let rip
The juices from grapes, turns my warm blood into sweet red wine
Let my veins be filled with vine
21 Syllable Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kevin Shaw
3-18-2019
they come you know
the getto
out to open a door
some or very poor
they could dance
put you in trance
the way the prance
for show some wore a wig
THE TAP DANCE KID
there's was a time
i dance for dime
and also did a shoe shine
and sing a line
they did the tap dance kid
lot change was in the rack
for the
TAP DANCE BOOT BLACK
its a move
thats a real grove
its still around
the tap dance sounds
tip tap an d rap
its a lap
in how they tap
some dO IT for change
in a can
the
TAP DANCE
i can make them land
up and down
like a street clown
i do it with a beat
i got ryme in my feet
am gifted with these tools
do it with the blues
me and
MY TAP DANCE SHOES
some was born
there world was torn
to eat hit the street
to dance was there beat
card was stack
to ease the pain
they tap for change
so the kids prance
BLACK KIDS AND TAP
DANCE
I'm in the water
Yet I can't swim
I drink tap water
Gluttony
Now I'm drowning.
Glup! GLUP!
"glup"
7/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
Joyfully, I went
Tap dancing on the moon,
Stirring up moon dust,
To scatter in your dreams,
To make you smile and snuggle
Way down in the soft, satin, pocket
Of my love...
Oh Yes!
Cynthia
Wandering we make our stay
Eventually relishing
Each moment at the drop
Rains falls complete
The perspective suddenly shifts
That same I runs amiss
Peformer never seen
As each character jumps through a dream
He wo motto took a shield for the bettering of
Boy bubble kev
Upper right flange damage severe ordinance requirement of lifeline preserve cartography blissed out
Gregory Hines session energetic time card!
When I turn on the tap, why do I need to pee
Scientific studies haven't shown a reason for me
It reminds us of the ocean
Where we first made a motion
Is this a male thing or do ladies also need to piddle free<>
Tap the sap while it's young.
A tap here a tap there keeps
the sap in place.Trust me
the branch will not break.
Tapping the sap helps it not to
stray far away from the teachings.
Tap the sap while it's young.
So the tree can be healthy and
strong lacking nothing.
taping dancing freedom
on the mountaintop
tiptoeing
the mountain top
we slipped
fell like children
of Sisyphus
shooting galleries
caught us
life’s struggle
is over
weep not child
tomorrow comes
bearing new beginnings
if you believe
in the beginning
The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.
Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!
Dancing with the stars
Some swirl
Toes curl
Once upon a time, dancing
Hully
Gully
Also, dancing
The twist
Get gist
Size matter in some dances
The bump
Big rump
Now adays
Hip hop
Don't flop
After Darth Vader danced with Ella, she became Mrs.
Ella
Vader
Transparent I transcend
As a drip or droplet
Into the bassinette’s bowl I bounce
A spit, splatter or splash
All rains down
To ripple and rise
Confined and contained
Constantly until I reach the rim
Where I run, rushing over freely
Away to depths, and distances unknown
(c) Anna-Marie Docherty Pembrokeshire, Wales
There was a woodpecker whacking,
Continuous sound nerve-racking.
Distressed in the mind,
Making my teeth grind,
Tap-tapping will send me packing.
Standing outside, I clapped my hands,
Sending him off to no-man's land.
But no, he just sat,
And started to tap.
His tapping, how will I withstand?
For Poet Destroyer's contest, 'Silly (Funny)'
Don’t tip this
Or that
Only tip your hat
If you tip a boat
It will tip over
You can’t tip
This or that but
You can tip
The waiter
You can also tap
Your shoes or
Tap a shoulder
Even tap your feet
But if you tap
Your fingers
Others are not pleased
So take a tip from me
Never sip a drink
From a tap
You will find
Yourself Tipsy