Tapper Poems | Examples

Renewal

Storms come
Tapper to showers
Calm returns
Earth making ready
For flowers

Sun reclaiming the sky
Rainbow~ prize-ribbon

Meadows gleaming

Bees tripping dutifully, busy
Matchmakers, introducing bloom 
To bloom

Birds pairing, making nests
Brides and grooms, greeting guests

The valley quite a festive sight

Nature’s fond formal of Spring….

Smirk

In our maniacal world madness cosplay nativity.
When sanctuary is cynical take cyanide outside in 
a synchronized social suicide. 
Life at your disposal realize life is disposable.

Lacking eye warble, below-zero countertop marble.
Stumble over the five o'clock Hobble.
Humble, Crumpled up macro-cookie crumble.
Spade shovel buried down transient mumble.

Blood musk parfume; false whale entrails. 
Innards inward into inferior interior design.
Set fire to the nativity scene, in our maniacal world
It'll still continue in laughing, surround sound loud.
It'll still narcissistically orbit around me.

Outstanding flavour; some forever ever-lasting long. 
Ever-after ended up ending fantastic. God dammit.
Gob-smacker, toe tapper, boot-smacker. 
Folded laundry lay on the nighttime pavement.

It'll still go. 
In the Age of Spin.

It just happen.
No way, It just happen?
It just happen.
It go like it just happen.
It go how it just happen.
What happen? 
It just happen.

MIGHTY DAVID PRAISED AND DANCED BEFORE GOD SAMUEL 614-16

MIGHTY DAVID PRAISED AND DANCED BEFORE GOD (SAMUEL 6:14-16)

Mighty David praised and danced before God
David was a high stepper
A toe tapper
Man did He love God
Mighty David praised and danced before God
Mighty David praised and danced before God
And David danced before the Lord
And David danced before the Lord
Step, step O’ Hallelujah
Step, step O’ Hallelujah
Wearing His priestly garment;

David brought up shouts of joy
As he praised and dance
The people of Israel join in dance
Singing Hallelujah
Leaping and dancing before the Lord
David blessed the people
Fed them tween dances bread, cakes of dates and raisins
He just kept on praising
David danced before God

7/7/25
Written words & music by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
From “I CRY OUT TO YOU”

Tap!

Picture a room with a mirror-type wall
And two dozen women, with tap shoes on all.
In front is the teacher, who’s showing the moves
As all of the dancers get into their grooves.

Listen as taps rat-a-tat on the floor,
Increasing in tempo and hard to ignore.
In back are the newbies or those a bit shy,
All doing their best to keep up and get by.

Feel the good spirits, the joy and delight
Of all kinds of women who chose to unite
To indulge in a one hour tap-dancing spree
And if you couldn’t guess, one such tapper was me!

I Finally Saw the Debate

I finally saw the debate,
My spirits prepared to deflate,
For I’d heard it was rough
(Lies are hard to rebuff)
But I needed to get it all straight.

I agree that Joe Biden looked weak
And he fumfers when trying to speak,
Yet the bully he faced
With his falsehoods disgraced
Every viewer while raising my pique.

Why Bash/Tapper allowed him to rant
While ignoring their questions, I grant
Made him look like a fool,
Though, despite ridicule,
To his fans it will not disenchant.

Both debaters most likely rehearsed
And in private, each other they’ve cursed.
Still, to watch made me mad
For, though one came off bad,
It’s the other I’m dreading the worst.

Happy Dads Day

Forever you're gonna be my papa
Even if I no rich and I be palmwine tapper.
The joy you gave me by reincarnating
Is priceless and worth celebrating;

I knew you replaced yourself before you left
And even though I gleaned, I wept.
Table have turned and I am now your father,
And I shall love and guide you to the top of the ladder;

Alabi, amongst men you shall be a king,
Like a robin who amongst birds can sing
And amongst fathers I shall be a proud dad
To a son who in the life before was my dad;

Happy Dads day to us amazing men,
So sings my artful bamboo Pen.

I am Ayinde the lyrical genius!

Glimpse of a Toddy Tapper

That skin-and-bone-like,
Chocolate-colored veteran, 
Fragile personality accession;
Ascends tallest of palms, 
Committed to toddy-tap, 
As it’s his hereditary profession...!

Driving upward and down, 
Like a smart willing monkey, 
He reaches the highest of height;
Sitting over the petite petioles, 
As though it's a comfort car-seat, 
Sets all spiders - meshes aright...!

Clears the now-soiled toddy-pots, 
Crops the prolific flower-stumps, 
Rectifies, like a surgeon, all clots;
Goes around the fronds gliding, 
As though skiing on sky, 
Support of nothing but angle-knots...!

Of all measures that attracts me, 
Is his hurdling noble gallantly,
From one tree to another, 
By way of stem-bridges;
There-from, like a rat, 
Or as a missionary-squirrel, 
On hard earth he reaches,
As though in water, he ditches...!

17 January 2022

Rhythm

Author Dana Redricks
June 8, 2027

I got rhythm in my soul. I got that fire in my soul that makes me stand up and be bold. I know this world can be cold. I have that rhythm that makes me never skip a beat. I that something inside of me that makes you want to stand to your feet. Some may call me sassy, but no not me, I’m just classy. I got that rhythm, because I’m far beyond rehearsal. I’m on the stage for the final finale. I’m a show stopper, a jaw dropper. I’m that rhythm of a toe tapper. I’m the rhythm of the night. Believing in myself that everything will be alright. I’m that rhythm that makes you want to stand up for your rights and never give up without a fight. I’m that rhythm that keeps you going, and always knowing that as long as you got rhythm you can keep on going.

Conjugation Advised

Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter  McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold  Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
 Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle 
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola

Sammy Davis Jr, Pure Talent

Sang like a whippoorwill, up high on a hill
   Played trumpet like Satchmo, with panache and skill
To watch that man tap-dance, gave even Gregory Hines a thrill
   As Ella Fitzgerald told us, 'Sammy's pure talent' distilled



               November 07, 2019
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Notes:
  1.  See 'The Birth of the Blues,' (movie) c. 1955, b & w, 
       to view Sammy's exceptional singing, trumpet
       playing, and tap-dancing ability.  (4:39 clip)
  2   See 'Tap,' (movie clip) 1981, to view Gregory Hines,
       a remarkable tapper himself, in awe of Sammy's 
       (and his friends') tap-dancing.
  3   See clip of 'Ed Sullivan Show,' 1964, (3 minutes,
       27 seconds) to see Ella introduce Sammy as 'pure
       talent,' and then to view their incredible jazz singing.

Summer Bliss Just Got Bit By and Insect-

 RUNS THE EMOTIONS
iT RUNS IN THE FAMILY FILLS OF GREEN FLASHES;
iT RUNS FOR IF PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS WARM GLOWS
iT'S MORNING GLORY FLOWERBED TIME FLUTTERS STINGING
INSECT
YELLOW JACKET
THE EMOTIONS
IN THE FAMILY FILLS OF GREEN FLASHES
THOUGHTS WARM GLOWS
MUD TAPPER COMES AND GOES
BUZZING THE BEE
LOOKING FOR ME
BUZZZZZZZZZZ!!
sTUDD!!!
oUCH
THE EMOTIONS HOT SUMMER
MOQUTOES, BEES AND WASP
oUCH, i JUST GOT BIT


9/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee  2019©

Palmwine

PALMWINE

The tapper ascends the height,
To get it from the palm sap,
The height he descends having the mysterious gift of nature,
Crystal like the caspian sea.



Grey hairs with their cups at hand,
Ready to taste the feeling of gladness,
Gladness with sweetness that fills the soul,
The dead and weak are awakened by its savour,
The rejuvenator of the inner man ????




Bring a cup full of palmwine,
A cup made of ivory to a bride,
Let the bride seek the love of her youth amidst the crowd,
Men clamouring for the cup till the lover is long searched for and found,
And the taste binds their hearts together


Hearts of men!
Simulate the palmwine of its purity,
Let the thoughts thereof be of its sweetness,
The sweetness let it not be spilled on the ground,
But let it be poured into the weary souls.


Drink with loved ones,
With the keg in the middle being surrounded,
And let the jars be filled with happiness.
  
 HAPPY NEW YEAR SOUPERS

            ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
            .[for jolly][whatsapp:07061816037]

Drumbeat

DRUMBEAT

The early morning silence,
Pierced by the melody of the birds,
And coarse craw of the cock,
The bleating of the goats and sheep for fresh fodders,
Squirrels hopping to and fro,
Devouring the ripe palm nuts atop the palm trees,
Leaves glittering from the morning dews,
And the caterpillar found its abode slippery.



The grey hair that breaks the kolanut,
The hot drink that follows to waken the body as grey hairs would say,
The entreaties made to the "Chi",
Local brooms held by the kids greets the brownish sand,
Morning ash cartered away from the fire place,
The palm wine tapper sets out for the day,
Many a thing happened swiftly,
And morning was gone .


The loud sound of the ikoro,
Echoing in all corners of the village,
Beckoning on valours to array themselves,
I jolted out out of my hut,
In my redcap and my flute at hand,
With my flute played appraisal notes,
To announce my arrival to my hero.

Behold the hero,
The lion that kills the tiger,
"Odumnaegbuagu"
The glory of his people,
How strong art thou oh man of valour,
Lets appear in the battlefield ,
For the day is of victory,
Oh! My hero.

Think Before You Write

pen, paper, stereo, a tapper
 me with Eric B a nice plate of fish
 before you begin to take the great plunge with the pen
 hold your breath and count to the number ten

 box, dice, loose change & credit card
 we get tide up with knots
 hands that welcome new pursuits
 never relent in your pursuits

 rejection letters
 there is a part that explodes in me
 e mails in the delete function
 learn to think before you write

 what did your contemporaries do
 perhaps we have bitten off far more then we could chew
 a renegade that's got it made
 faces in the window with storms in the night

 learn proper grammar
 put into the right format
 working to hard can give you a heart attack
 learn from your mistakes

 call it fate
 yet someday you will succeed
 it's called determination
 knock you to your knees

Omawunmi

Omawunmi
The beauty in you speak about you
When the sun is on vacation to the west.
The dimples on the top of your smile
Runs a vampire of emotions to my soul.
In your vein lies the fantasy of my eyes.



Omawunmi
Handsomeness in your coven is madness
That buttress the moon and duck actions.
Ajani, the palm wine tapper carved image of 
your laughter on the surface of his palm wine,
Ajanakun made a flute of your giggle to the king. 


Omawunmi
You are the market that serve only the great,
You are the tap that only run for the kings,
At the sole of your feet queens lie for perfection.
At the sound of your name Omawunmi,
The sun cackles with the tickles of the sky on him.


Omawunmi
The great Omawunmi from the west,
I have made the bed of the moon a foot mat
For the coming of your guiltless feet and
For the visiting of your humble eyes home.
The birds have no question of your beauty.


Omawunmi
Sing me a soulful song of the parrot,
I want to see the movement of your lips,
The expression in your searching eyes,
The unsatified rhythm of your blues,
I want to know you beyond myself Omawunmi.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
      Voice Of Vincent 2016

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