Tappers Poems | Examples


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Premium Member Litigation

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Impartial 
litigation is what 
sustains democracies
Kangaroo courts are what 
sustain tyrannies
Does the judge 
represent the rule
of law or the decision 
of an autocrat?
Tyranny flourishes
when decent people
do nothing

Those defending 
the dictator
pirouette with a 
nonchalant indifference
as the tappers stamp 
defending their case
for justice with a determined 
fierce percussion

With their hands in the air
The jurors must make their 
decision, observing, confusion,
is there a resolution?
What shows a judge’s gavel impatience
Ultimately, we the jury are the people
Autocracy or democracy?

Premium Member After the Floods

"Positive impact after a disaster, as people show humanity as they come together and give their hearts to help." Quote by poet
 
Rainfall falls so quickly, and heavy 
High water overflowed the river levee 
Causing widespread damage. 
Heartbreak and very difficult to manage. 

The streets turn into deep flowing rivers. 
Cars submerged in the water shivers. 
Few people injured or died in flash flood runoff 
Until the torrential rain tappers off. 

After, the aftermath disaster communities call-out 
Finding strength from the despair that sprout. 
All begin to clean up helping each other out. 
Inspiring kindness and assistance throughout.


4/21/2024

Unspoken Truths

Towers stabbing tall into the sky,
Broadway plays that catch the eye,
finance’s center, here it lies…
Manhattan is a city that works
(but it’s filled with loud, self-important jerks).

Sun-bathed coat and silver screens,
glitz and glamour and action scenes,
the city of lights, the city of dreams…
You should come by and stay a while
(especially if a rapist or pedophile).

Maple-tappers working in spring,
hordes of tourists gone skiing,
small, quaint towns, so relaxing…
Green Mountains, pleasant to the eye
(this is where old hippies go to die).

Coal mines fueling this great land,
hollows, moonshine, and deer stands,
a place where work makes the man…
Where you can still find an old homestead,
(just ignore the opioids and meth heads).

Monuments tall, for heroes past,
Potomac waters, well-manicured grass,
elected folk of wisdom and class…
working hard for freedom and good,
(they’d put us all in camps, if they could).


Noisy Little Monkey

Noisy Little monkey

Techno junkie, clever monkey
Australopithecine
Habilis in magic mist
Little Lucy's dream

Swingers in city sky
*****erectus being
sunlit opposing thumbs
sad bipedal thing...

Flint knapper back stabber
rapping dancer man 
tippers, dark skin tappers
ancient mountain clans

Neanderthal folk dying oak
river crashing sounds 
rumbling in that stormy pass
above ancestral ground
 
Searching warming grass
Silent monkeys dared 
Invented gods of love and fear
hung them in the stars

Remember fingers in winter corn
Oh warriors of the plain long lost
Sapient kings of a dying earth
just shadows in approaching dusk

Tappers

Rubber owners-

Hearts shut down?

Workers tapping,tapping!

Wasted

A fish-loving gent from North Tappers
Ate every day at least five red snappers.
Morning, noon, and night
He delighted in every bite.
And wore out his home’s two crappers.


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