Short Taping Poems
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What was its name
and why did it scare
that poet of dark fame
by tap tap taping in
the long spectral night,
was Poe fair game?
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.
Gluey aftersight
here is a drunken police officer
loved by a friendless prostitute
here is Chinese opium den
taping around your eyes
Here is a boy loved by many
adored by the crowd
a lonely ballerina who
would love to change places
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
Ruined house,
the roof sitting,
on the floor.
The sky dark,
the chimney looming,
surrounded by-
ever green.
The taping rain.
The thick brush.
Creepying back.
Ever green,
pounding rain,
black skys-
as wet wood,
begins to rot.
The roof,
sitting on the floor,
enclosed and decaying.
Of the ruined house.
Janice's Basset Hound
This dog is so quiet
Bella never barkseats
With her big brown
eyes
She will stare at you
If you say a treat
She gets excited
Then eats it quickly
When she wants to
sit
Upon the love seat
She will stare at you
Till you notice her
Taping the cushion
She will quickly jump
Settle down -then nap
She is so content
I am a Fish
I wonder if will ever remember what just happened a few moments ago
I hear taping noises
I see fingers prints on my glass bowl
I want to be free
I am a Fish
I feel very sad
I touch something smooth
I worry if I will remember what just happened
I am a Fish
I understand that I am stuck here until I die
I say noting at all
I try to to find my food
I hope for freedom
I am a Fish
Singing a song in my ear,
Tantalizing my anxiety and tears,
Your voice repeats my fears
Never letting me forget,
Why im here.
Doubts cloud my mind,
About myself this time,
All the time spent taping the shattered pieces,
In three words
You left them battered along the floor.
It was as if i was nothing,
Not even a lingering dust particle,
For all the time trying to fix myself,
In a few words,
It all fell...
This poem is out looking for a song
With a desperate need to be sung
To dive in deep with a melody
Taping out in rhyme to a 3/4 beat
This poem can barely keep
Itself from a three part harmony
Knows it would never tire if it made the choir
Letting the bass go low to its alto
Doing what it can to be in the band
If you've never rhymed you wouldn't understand
As far as a mile is long
Is the need for this poem to be sung
"All the Vain Rivers"
Leaves
safe harbour
ports in a sharp quay
stories reflecting
from the hull of a boat
penned down
all the vain rivers
tears now water tight
somewhere home bound
past the edge of my world
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
https://youtu.be/drZ3c_KfeuY
Benoît Pioulard - Home Taping Billowed Edge
Artist: XavieRinato
The genesis of a hundred-mile odyssey
A happy little caravan of running crows
Everything is alive: sky, wind, even the stones.
Hearts taping time, glittering with hope
Morning comes; the murder has thinned.
Smiles replaced by blood blister and grit.
The flesh is battered, bitten and minced.
The mind has played a million dirty tricks.
Folly has demanded its toll once again.
Finish line, just beyond the shimmering glade
where a jingle of tears and medals await.