It began when a woman by a pool,
suddenly became fearful seeing water
causing her stomach to churn.
Just from looking at the water—
not when it touched her skin.
The wise sage pointed to a spot
beneath her eye,
an acupuncture tapping point,
connected to the stomach meridian.
Tap there, he said. Just for two minutes.
The dread eased, and with it,
the fear or water faded
The sage then showed other places
on a map of the body, to tap to relive pain
and to ease anxious thoughts.
Side of the hand – eases resistance and self-doubt.
Top of head – clears mental fog.
Eyebrow (near nose) – calms fear, stress, and trauma.
Side of the eye – softens anger, frustration, indecision.
Under the eye – soothes anxiety and vulnerability.
Under the nose – releases shame and hidden guilt.
Chin point (below lower lip) – heals unworthiness and hesitation.
Collarbone (just below) – settles worry and fears of the unknown.
Under the arm – helps with insecurity and feeling exposed.
Soaked leaves of green
bereft of rain
with palms up.
The trunk,
a lanky youth -
feet tall, chest out.
Oak peeks, at prism,
looking through
square window.
Big puffy clouds
not seen,
but thunder is heard.
Inside is dismal,
cloudy and gray,
except for tapping.
Four walls press in
to see
what’s all the fuss…
In the realm of Telegram's glow,
Where taps and tokens start to flow,
A game named W-Coin was born,
A simple tap, and wealth was sworn.
With every press, the coins accrue,
A world of crypto starts to brew,
Ethereum, Solana bright,
Or TON, each path a different light.
Fifty thousand strong at start,
A growing game, a beating heart,
Ten million soon, or so they claim,
Yet bots might play this numbers game.
Invite your friends, the tokens rain,
Referral bonuses to gain,
With each new friend, the levels climb,
Rewards increase with passing time.
Tasks and staking, boosters too,
Ways to earn and gather through,
Retweets, join, and play with glee,
Unlocking rewards, climbing the tree.
Stake your coins, let them rest,
Earnings grow, you'll be impressed,
Reinvest to tap with might,
Workers toil throughout the night.
In this game, the taps are gold,
A simple joy that never old,
W-Coin's world, a click away,
Where tapping leads to wealth each day.
The rain taps on the metal
like reminders, not to forget
Those sunny days that seem so rare
always return to dry the wet
Puddles of mirrors on the ground
Quiet reflections, left to see
I find the peace just by looking
at these pictures in front of me
The weather changes, liife changes,
in a minute, hour or day
I remember when the sky is bright,
there's time to celebrate and play
Maybe, I'll tap dance like the rain
The mirrors will return a smile
As the warm sun beams shine again
I'll celebrate another mile
Heidi Sands
4/11/24
8 Syllables
(C)opyright
Tapping each finger
Words dancing under my skin
A story in short
Some ascribe it to rhythm
others to rhyme
The lines have a feeling
fingers and toes keep the time
Whatever the case
be it poem or song
That hand-clapping, toe-tapping feeling
tells you ~ 'I belong!'
tapping my feet to Uptown Girl
Captain Jack, Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Swinging my partner to Piano Man
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
New York State of Mind
Only the Good die young
Good night Saigon
It's still rock and roll to me!
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
He's on the road in his semi again
driving from two in the afternoon 'till ten
Raindrops rapping and tapping on his windshield
firmly belted in his seat and sealed
Off, he and his musings inside
as the wiper blades hum and they glide
A tuneless melody on his windshield --
to their hypnotic trance he does yield
********
Wake up sleepy head from your slumber
from the dense fog of 'drive-by-the-numbers'
Succumb not to sterile hypnosis
or to dreamless, futile neurosis
Rise up and answer life's clarion call
~ Time's too precious to miss out on it all
She walks, her high heels tapping
Has all the guys on the sidewalk rapping,
an audience dancing, clapping!
Turns her head and sees wots happening,
gets in the groove, thigh slapping!
I was only out to do some shapping!
Bought some heels and all the trappings,
me Mrs took one look and burst out laughing!
'She Walks', not for the contest!
Brown shoes tapping to a tune inside
glances fleeting off a three way mirror
waiting patiently for a smile to appear
Clock strokes many bags filled now heavy
worn eyes gaze windows day turns to night
carrying more than what's black and white
Colored choices tug at the short skirt of success
Enlightening everyday moments meant to impress
Brilliant the impromptu pirouettes of a happy soul
Cinderella dreams make even the timid feel whole
Sit here and think
It will surely drive you insane,
But what is it,
Contemplations tap at your window pane
Look at it, think about it
It will never stop,
the rain falling lightly from a cloud
The noise, annoying as it is
Is not nearly as loud
As the contemplations that tap on your window.
In a Poe abode was a butler named Gore.
His assignment was to tend the door.
But he made one error,
His breath was a terror.
Causing callers to exclaim "Nevermore!"
To the tapping bird
by KateM @ 2015-03-12 – 12:48:21
A bird taps on this window every day,
Frail as flying leaves are in a gale.
But now he perches on the potted bay.
He feels the weather like the blind do braille.
This bird is faithful and I hold him dear.
He's fearless as he pecks upon the glass.
We hope he has a modicum of fear,
For who knows when a sparrow hawk will pass?
I see him like a human soul forlorn
Struggling to discern his fateful way.
For soon he may be taken by a storm
But blithely he will eat, and after play.
The smallest bird has trust in the Unknown
By his example, our own way is shown
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)'
the music set
my fingers tapping
tap
tap
tapping
my mind runs thoughts
faster then my fingers can tap
and soon i lose the rhythm
from which the music set
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