Short Tape Poems
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Tape Measure
The very deep breathing of
the tape measure continues to
affect my
USB holders cha-cha rehearsals.
measuring
masking
duct
Scotch
painters
carpenters
tape
tapeworm
tape firm
tape recording
tape rewarding
wordplay
word say
tape
They go on the attack and inveigh.
Hear the gasp and the utter dismay!
we try hard not to laugh
when they commit each gaffe
No rewind. no delete. no delay.
fickle fashion trends
lines go up and lines go down
going long or short
ticker tape troubles ticker
monitor flatlines near bed
~06 Jun 2016~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mmxuuVmST4
(while...the mrs gets groceries : )
one medium...
dark roast...
three sugar...andt...cofhmmph...
one espresso shot...coff...eh!
stan sand
Escape from Tape Rape
With much energy was quite an escape,
From what can be called the Tape Rape;
Nails now tighter;
Knuckles whiter;
Trump with the law had another scrape.
Jim Horn
Wish I could tape my mouth shut
To keep myself from spreading
This part of me
Into the world
But my lips are stronger than that
I’d break that seam
With my verbal abuse
And spit fire at humanity
Form:
There was an old man from Missouri.
Biting his nails, he tended to worry.
Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit,
he switched to candy wherever he could grab it,
and once he was full, he always got purry.
There is a giant piece of duct tape around my finger today,
To remind me to do something.
Probably important.
I used to keep a piece of string to do the same thing,
But it frazzled and frizzled and fell off after two days.
I know it must be insanely important. I wish I knew what it was.
How quickly does time pass
once slow-motion frames
as if in pause
with little to no fast forward
now ache the focus in rewinds and hold;
stilled in some interlude surreal
with wonder and awe
of life's motion-picture show,
amazement
at the years gone
now remembered
on the screen of life.
Tattered Grey -
It bends against an unkind wind;
An ugly thing so commonplace,
Against a leaky corner.
A thing so grand has never been
So thin -
And yet it hangs;
Against the heavens weathered attempts
To prove it wrong.
It lasts so long -
Holds tightly, oh so tightly;
Not squandering it’s mighty will -
Duct tape on a windowsill.
Silence is Golden – Duct Tape is Silver
Be quiet….
there is nothing that you can say……that
will not make…
….the situation
……………….worse.
John G. Lawless
7/25/2015
submitted to – Time to “B” – Poetry contest
sponsor – Casarah Nance
Form:
Where are those beautiful moments?
Yes, I have heard that asked before.
Can a moment be captured, recorded?
Even on a camera?
A tape recorder?
Would you look at it,
hear it,
feel what you felt
when you felt it?
Perhaps this morning conjured magic
but is now just that moment -
yes, something I felt
merely felt, then.
That is in the past tense.
(May 2022)
There was a lovely piece of tape
Who’d dreamt of getting into shape
It often thought «Why am I so round?»
Seeing thin pencils on the ground.
One day it saw a pretty pen
And started being sad again.
-Perhaps for me to be as slim
Is worth to train hard in the gym.
The tape was exercising hard.
A year passed but no result.
-Perhaps I’m born to be this way
It doesn’t matter what I weigh.
tape measure in hand
soft spoken,"Can't believe it"....
dust upon treadmill
Inspired by the contest about addictions
not an entry....
Since my back problems and then the surgery,
I haven't been on the treadmill..I got on it
this morning and there was an inch of dust..
I have spent a lot of time on the computer
reading, writing, searching out questions, etc.
It becomes addictive..
Nothing—you don't know nothing about me.
So you know just about everything huh.
I really can't hide from you can I?
No matter how hard I try
Under sheets…tangling masses of white
Enveloped by loss of feeling
Numb blankets
…masks, pretty perfectly painted masks that cover everything
Lies I'm not lying.
Not with you anyway.
And this is something I've been working on..
Me in progress—paused
Hanging on for dear life,
In my wound still remains the knife.
Breaking appart before me eyes,
Before me my spirit slowly dies.
Holding myself together with tape,
Trying to run from this but can't escape.
Pieces all hel together by a miracle,
Of the once frozen heart remains an icicle.
Tape and glue and the will to go on,
Carrying a burden with the weight of a ton.
Pieces connected together with tape and glue,
But a will that time nor pain can undue.
reality views...
is digital here to stay...
the discrete segment...
with the analog...
the action...in a back seat...
to be forgotten...
there's start and finish...
a seen perception of time...
measured periods...
hours...minutes...seconds...
mille and micro moments...
but...time can't stand still...
accident events...
where rescuers die helping...
may last days...hours...weeks...
so...which is correct...
digital or analog...
you perceive your truth
stan sand
Santa’s workshop was full of singers of every kind of voice.
The loudest one that sounded like gravel was my cousin Joyce.
She was wrapping and humming, and they all sang along.
We are in the best holiday mood! Said the happy elf throng.
They are off key a listening robin said as he stopped to peek.
We don’t care, it is unity, peace, love and harmony we seek!
The robin left, and a heavenly messenger, a red cardinal flew in
Let’s take it from the top, he said. Your voices are all a win!