"tappin" poems
*That permafrost runs grounded,
soil as iced as tempered tundra sands.*
I called you when I got to Rio.
There be a savior alight on a mountain top.
Five messages and a cigar. True to you in my fashion.
Fit brown head in the bathroom, goin' a'gettin' ahead and not behind.
Five messages and a cigar. Shoe-shining. Nods goodbye.
Them Brazilians are sure to be shoe-tappin' good–
I leave some messages.
I smoke a cigar.
*Ringing rang raw through the apartment's hide,
twice and again. And then twice more.*
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
Monk tinks tonight
fine glasses clink
convivial banter
bubble pop blink
in breathing rooms
bit woofed and stirred
the smoke mint sound
we dare exhale
Monk swings about
a bell do ding
the huey blues
bird bops on wings
hips juicy moves
rubby mounds wet ****
slow drum rolls blow
dance steady bump
Monk rocks the house
the clock do tick
me feets be tappin
gonna busta trick
key ******* bounce
mouths all agape
we gettin down
like crazy apes
Monk’s muzik rides
a sonorous beam
levitatin hipsters
to places unseen
gosh groovy tunes
a **** good gig
we all stoked up
Monk we do dig
Monk played alright
some swingin tunes
Happy B Day Monk
you over the moon
Thelonious Monk
(October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982)
Thelonious Monk
with John Coltrane
Trinkle ******
10/9/13
Suffern
jbm
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Take a moment,
breathe...
Inhale that infinity carrying all the words that we speak,
both the heavy rock steady deadly second darts
aiming for the bullseye painted on our hearts and
the artistic gypsy dancing ones
like honey whisky giving us a little buzz.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale this surreal reality of fallacy
don't matter what's happening on Downing Street
or Pennsylvania Ave cause you have more important things to do,
like laugh as you let your mind crash
watching this game everybody's playing like Minecraft.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale the clenching pain
your brain might claim you shoulda kept hold,
like the Buddha once said it's like grasping hot coal
so blow your dragon breath and stoke our campfire souls.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Inhale the light,
feel the warmth sojourn and wander
through your veins asunder tappin' 5/4 patterns
hi hat snappin rim clappin' rhythm
filling all schism within as if a liquid bridge joins sides of a grand canyon.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale and feel the silence...
listen to the surrounding serenity
whispering aplenty serendipitous magnificence
within your heartbeats and breath bereft of distraction.
This sacred and holy action is a sacrament
as you attune into what's happenin both within, and beyond.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Inhale the heartgasm phantasmagorical adorable
world force of all things , the high vibe entirety
inspiring the fire within everyone,
that sacred holy light igniting the path to your heart
basking in ancient ******** laughter where nothing matters
and the mind chatter is silenced by the awe inducing lucid compassion
of all atoms in union of togetherness.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale and follow your breath into the infinite.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
Take your quill and pen some notes
Love lyrics in melody
Songs of passion and romance
Write them, love, just for me
Strike a chord, hum a note
Give the words music sweet
Make my heart go flutterin' tappin'
Sweep me off my feet
Then sing them baby like you do
But sing them soft and low
Don't pitch a note too high, my love
For off key you do go
Clear your throat and gargle
Then sing a pretty tune
Drink some honey lemon tea
Then smoothly you might croon
My hearts a buzz with throbbin' romance
But then it goes off course
Your love notes go all awry, sorry
And you my love sound hoarse
So sing me a love song baby
Try not to go off key
I'll waltz into your waitin' arms
Love- dancin' you and me
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Horse hog beatle eatin mad hair spinning wandering Druid in rags and rage from some untold war,
sweat and secrets in the dust of a sleeve,
the shadows tell of souls that fell and are held in bags, the trophies of the dead,
grim times grim place, a stain, a beard, a violent gleam in an honest eye,
flying eyes with wings that carry we I to salvation known to be see-through truths,
step out of the alley and we call attention to the rips in pockets,
loose girls, loose change, loose lips lose everything,
I will not return, I will not be held,
I will not be judged by sawdust filled domes resting on water bags like rotting fruit still on the vine,
it's almost like the sunshine could be brought down and called mine, again,
every time I see that smile I dance a hundred times on the grave,
my ultimate dream slave,
my body calls once and I move on,
I'm always moving on towards another drawn dawn,
another card burnt into the table,
straying is my way of saying this is real, this is done before my feet hit the ground,
why should I rush the fun of coming undone?
Of sliding down to run up and hang a crow on my brown burnt brimmed hat and sit on a fence watching Him play a tune and learn to lose as He leads those lambs to their doom,
spitin and listenin to that mad burglar spinnin old brews that sleeps the jury and the suits and the brats that cry morning dew on my shoulder,
who says that the road is long? It's just a little dusty and walked on!
Tappin my way to the sky, tappin my way to some sunny day in your eyes, baby blue eyes I can't help but smile, you can't blame me if I smile.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Everybody listen to the rain comin down
Its going tap tap tap
all around the Town.
And im standin here watchin it pour all around
Watchin it soak and renew this
broken ground.
And each drop is a renewing sound
breaking the chains of the trapped
and bound.
The weather mans calling for more
dark skies
and i know each drop comes when
an angel cries.
So world stop whatcha doin
and listen to the rains
tap tap tap renewin'.
Its washing away all the pain
the tap tap tap is bringing sanity to he insane.
So world stop watcha sayin'
and listen to what Mother nature is
playin'.
Everybody stop and listen the the
thunder crash
trying to put an end to all the
selfish bash.
Watch as the lightining lights up
the sky
trying to scare all this sin
goodbye.
Are you gettin what im sayin
Stop and listen to what mother
nature is playin.
So world stop whatcha doin
and listen to the rains tap tap tap
renewin'.
Its washing away all the pain
the tap tap tap is bringing sanity to the insane.
So world stop whatcha sayin'
and listen to what Mother nature is
playin'.
The rain is pourin now
trying to wash this earth clean
some how
its going taptaptap tappin all around
pooling up all over the
ground.
Some many drops trying to wash
away
all the hurt,brokenness and the
pain.
When Mother nature sees all this it
drives her insane.
So she sends the rain (tap tap tap)
but is t all in vein?
She sends the rain (tap tap tap) Are you gettin what im sayin'.
So world stop whatcha doin
and listen to the rains tap tap tap renewin'.
Its washing away all the pain
the tap tap tap is bringing sanity to the insane.
So world stop watcha sayin'
and listen to watch Mother nature
is playin'.
Stop.
Tap tap tap
tap tap tap
Listen to what its doin'
TAp tap tap
Refresh and Renewin'.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
feet just tappin’ it all out as it comes along
got this down, inscribed in my mind
findin’ more every minute of the day
feelin’ like old-time slang
like easy chords and lyrics
that just spell out my day like i can’t
my words are nothin’, not even
written down the way i say ‘em
just can’t describe today
the way the music can
and that’s alright, ‘cause i’m the one
who’s gonna put music to it
will you play the drums for me?
just need me a walkin’ rhythm
and i’m good to go
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
(Release Me!)
***
I'm the illa Killa Vanilla Consilla
Know That
I be the dope deala and deli meat Grrrrilla
like a Mystical street Thrilla
The Miracle Manzilla
A Mothra villian Chilla
If you rashin like pencil scratchin
for tongue tappin I cure like
penicillin the Wolf and Ben Stiller
I'm a hot steel on flesh wound heala!
(sssiizzzzle)
(Bang Bang)
Wake up to phone ringing
I'm head slinging
cloth stacking on a body
I'm sleep lacking
stay on track AND
(click clack)
My engine blows steam to
organize the regime
*** when I'm working
and writing
I am typing
and crying
*** this Job is dying me colors
like slashing my back and
(click clack)
They beast master and calls stack
I get my slack
between breaks and phone clack
and back track
to where the last ink slapped paper
and draw back from vapors
that ventilate out my ears
like kids caper through streets
with Halloween treats
I'm riding rails
like open sails
like blowing gales
it's raining hail
I'm screaming Hell
In this cube E Cell
(Toot Toooot)
My grey matter is burning
My soul coal is churning
like a witch on stick burning
(Crackle Pop Snap)
Release
(To get Back)
I Master peace
cause my mind's eyes flying
the call cue is dying my fingers fly
no longer trying
to typecast
I drive fast
then Breakfast
for den her
Then
(sshhhhhhh)
The universal remote
is on mute
transcending this dome
my transcendental home
It's my cue
To slip into
the zone
I sip a bit of foam
my cup of coco from
thus releasing my thoughts with YuuHmm
(slurp slurp)
I think for others Daily
Rarely given space or time or Air We
All must trust the Wind gust of
dust and skin gone so scaly
Yet I slither as slow as snails to my home
for me in my dome
to slip into the zone
I sip a bit of foam
from my cup of coco
thus releasing me with an
(Ohm)
of work for others Daily
Rarely given time or space or air WE
all must trust the Wind gusts of dust
and skin gone scaly
So we slither as slow as snails
to a home
for me
deep in my dome
sipping on the zone
bit off coco cup foam
slow snails slip
(Ohm....)
I master peace
Wind
(Release!)
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
...see me walk in the club.
Man,
They say,
"Is he for real?"
************
I ain't dumb!
Get out the car
and I walk in the club
The walk isn't far
not just a walk,
just, just, just
-just enough
Feelin' it on me, lights and a crowd
doors open up see, -face hit with that loud?
Get out my car
and I walk into my club
check on the til
*******
-this just ain't enough!
Ferrari, lake house, payroll and payments...
girls drop the attitude, I'm keeping you off pavements.
Now walk with me,
get close
no,
you ******* stay closer,
all these tricks here watchin'
now they see you as a grosser.
You throwing money down?
You know my ******* gonna take it
music is so loud,
now ************ you been breaked-in.
Tappin' that *** like Tappan Zee Bridge,
my girls made a connection and that's what it is.
See me get up, see me walk out this club
I got your whole paycheck, -maybe that's just enough?
Ferrari, lake house,
-and I own a club.
Living the dream, got a look and it's loud
I know you looking at me, I stand out in a crowd.
Gettin' in my Ferarr
as I leaving the club
Got a wife, got some kids
-cause,
************ I ain't dumb.
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
man
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
man
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
man
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
Check your starring *****
cause ************ I ain't done.
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
When my baby's web of Whispers
screams I love you in my ear,
it echos through grey matted cranium
sending messages ear to ear.
My synapse snapping,
and gravity collapsing,
a host to the sensual,
muti-dimentional..
no such word as fear.
It really slays me
when I see it disappear.
When we make love my ego burns in effigy sending naked stars to fall.
there is nowhere I'd rather be,
it's a natural born lover's ball.
Candles kissing the air, flickering flame of release, total estacy,
it's not just *** to me, a forgiving rush of peace,
I stand in wait, waiting for your call,
oh will the feeling never cease...
No four-way flashing, not only fore-play happening,
no yield sign to stop me now.
Like a gold mine, she'll be tappin' me,
yes, right in the kisser pow!
My baby is drama free... if anyone creates confusion that would be me.
Everything is oh so fine,
yes, I'm hers and she's mine.
It is one slipping
shift on into the sublime.
That's the way i want it
not exactly every ones cup of tea
still, she brings it on for me.
© 2013
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
She paints the mask
Upon her face
It hides the lines
It hides the grace
Age bestows
Her greying hair
Dignity refined
No longer fair
The boys no longer
Stop and stare
Touched by the hands of time
She paints to remember years gone by
He drives fast
While singing the blues
Tappin his feet
To the blue swede shoes
Distant memories
Of a life gone by
At night you hear him
Head in his hands
In anguish he cries
Touched by the hands of time
In the darkness you hear him
Asking why
Age becomes you
Child of life
Don't hide behind
Your days gone by
Sea's sweep over
the lines on your face
Growing old is no disgrace
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 2:54 PM UTC
Better watch watcha do around the lab.
Dont let your hunch backed assistant play with chemicals.
Get your head out the coffin and your mother and law
off the slab.
For strange brew.
Can re animate old fiends.
And really mess with you.
One two three four.
You blink and from the grave rises more.
Yes your new discovery wont get your fellow mad
scientest clappin.
they just eat my neighbors oh well you reply.
Zombies happen.
They called out the national gaurd seems ive created a mess.
People screaming what shall we do?
well run would be a good guess.
His worm filled mouth is open and i dont think
mr zombie wants a kiss.
people sreaming and running in terror shopping at
walmart has never been like this.
Uncle Walter after only seventy years its wonderful
thoose skeletal toes a tappin.
It's become wide spread so I must say.
My bad ya'll but zombies happen.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
He wants to say I love you,
but leaves it to goodnight.
because love means falling,
and she's afraid of heights.
He wants to say I love you,
but doesn't want to lose her in morning light.
breaking her heart,
once again leaves it to goodnight.
She wants to say I love you,
but she thinks he won't love her.
When he texts goodnight,
he leaves her with a blur
She wants to say I love you,
but without a doubt
it's coming to an ending
friendship will be over now.
She types goodnight sweet-dreams,
and puts her phone down.
It lights again,
she sighs with a frown.
She reads the message,
well you know what happened,
As she read the message, her toes started tappin'
from her eyes to a heart,
the relationship got its start.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
leaning on a rusty figure eight
my nails chip away at it
head on the tabletop lifting breaths from the center
minute single snares snap capturing the space
time reddens and swells like a bruise around me
sop up my wilted remains from the garden plots
polyglots in my sinuses whisper rhymes in sanskrit
laughin in rhythm within my toe tappin on icy paths
a buncha doughey toesies poking in the carpet
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
How was I supposed to know
That things would end like this
How was I supposed to know
That you would do something like this
That I would feel a pain like this
Every time you don't speak
My heart becomes weak
I no longer see the love in your eyes
The love I now despise
And hate with so much passion
The emotions erupt within
My mind, body, and soul
That rocks my very spirit
That chisals at my heart
Until you can no longer see it
But I need you as mine
So I hurt no more
So that I really am fine
And I really am ok
So I no longer have to lie
So I can live and not die
I can only dream that dream
I know it won't happen
But I'll tappin' and tappin'
On true love's door
Until I break it down
And demand you by name
With a roaring flame
Of love and nothing less
But I'm too late
You have found you "soul mate"
I guess this is fate
The way its supposed to be
So much I love you
I guess you don't love me
If I could change my ignorence
Alter my stupidity
I would make me see
The way you look at him
The way you used to look at me
No more you stare
Now you just glare
I thought the love we had
Was special and rare
But, again, I was wrong
Now I'm stuck singing
This sad, sad song
With this non-stop ringing
And this constant stinging
Shreding my very being
But I keep you from seeing
My pain and my tourment
My heart thats broken and bent
Pieces are shattered
Beaten and battered
Standing with this girl flirting
Then I see you and him
And for a second all is dim
With the residue of love
But as you pass
So does the thought
And when it and you are gone
I'm back to talking and walking
Just sitting and bullshitting
You have this new guy
And I have my new girl
But I still ask why
Why you still sigh
And reminisce of us
And our secrets in the mist
I also wish we could go back there
So it will be just you and me
So I can whisper softly to you
I love you , baby....
And you can whisper back to me
I love you too....
Love's rendezvous
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:15 PM UTC
Rain through the night make it bleed my soul.
Tappin in time fire the breaks still this train does roll.
Warm body in bed no worries cept every hour you wake.
**** em dead only the name do we take.
Little girl you sent me far and wide.
Tore my thoughts apart in you evil I did confide.
Wont you warm these bones again and take this pain away.
Lord how I love the fire and the games a young demon does play.
Howl for me honey across this dark room.
Chase away the burden and help me collect my doom.
Ive gotta problem and you never did care to see.
Lord how i love the dark and this demon that wont let me be.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
Rain through the night make it bleed my soul.
Tappin in time fire the breaks still this train does roll.
Warm body in bed no worries cept every hour you wake.
**** em dead only the name do we take.
Little girl you sent me far and wide.
Tore my thoughts apart in you evil I did confide.
Wont you warm these bones again and take this pain away.
Lord how I love the fire and the games a young demon does play.
Howl for me honey across this dark room.
Chase away the burden and help me collect my doom.
Ive gotta problem and you never did care to see.
Lord how i love the dark and this demon that wont let me be.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 3:04 PM UTC
It's Tutankhamun bowing down to no man
Got a beautiful Queen one of the few chosen
She slowly toastin' coastin' smooth coatin'
Her beautiful brain with out a polish I acknowledge
Game players spectators all the way to haters
They can't stop me or drop me lyrically
I set em up to the death monopoly cleverly
Invoke the goetias around me lay my altar
Play repeats of Freddie's gilbraltor tappin' into my lost culture hidden by these vultures
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
blood moons rise
and the Temple Mount is cloaked in tear gas
innocent lives lost to the droning of drones
irradiated dirt sets under fingernails fresh from the garden
the horsemen died without a flare
the samurai ghost warriors tremble at Wall Street policy
the tears of ten thousand babies
have been drank by flies
spreading vaccinations and pesticides
to wildlife protection areas.
** eating fast food at the gas station I pause to reflect**
morbid wealth in the hands of the conservative party
granting respite on one out of every 135 african americans
who can tap dance while rapping the Gettysburg Address
but only if they will perform on the upcoming reality show
“The Tappin’ Rappin’ Afrikkkans”
…….sore from the blatancy of new world racism
society sits back pretending to be mortified at the train wreck
but the ratings go up each week as water color fodder
fills the desperate air between lonely co-workers
trying so hard to be clever
they sever ties to cultural evolution
subconsciously choosing instead to live the lie
eat trash wrapped in petroleum
and recycle their ***** waste for the less fortunate
as a tax write-off
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Sweet bass and hello poet
Treble planes that flys on it.
Head phones that hold music,
But open up and let me do it....ha!
That's ******
Gutter mine Im blowing kisses
Missle toe my feet tappin..ha!
That's new Jordans
Sanctified my hands are clapping,
Reader prolly like is rapping?
Just join the dance
DANCE
Uncle Sam!!
I am pointing like his hand..
Watch the man
Watch the man
I'm just saying lift your hands
Lift your hands.
Put your song on and join the dance..!!!
Join the dance
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Serving time
Doing lines
Making prison bars
Out of razor blades and credit cards
The only clean thing bout me are my arms
Cuz evreything i do harms Others or my self
Yelling for help
Where no one can see me
Tappin out S.O.S's
Who's gonna hear me
Swingin back and forth teeter and totter
Don't like myself
Wish i were hotter
Wanna be like thotties
i mean hotties
Rotting inside out with silicone gel
Maybe then i'd love myself
Don't even know what's real and what's fake
Cuz the emotions i hate
Don't even exist
It's just some ********
i created for attention
But what was the question?
When will i write "i" in the uppercase
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
i'm feeling a just little to
the left of sane today,
don't quite know what it is.
but it feels a little like
that itchy spot in the middle of your back.
you know the one ya just can't reach to scratch.
the day started good..
now a smidge of paranoid and pinch of misunderstood is make making me feel
less than i should
if i had to colour me right now,
it would be a deep grey, indigo blue.
perhaps....
i am just getting a dose of manflu(strange as i am a woman-girl).
but no it's more than that.
i feel rundown, runover, squashed flat.
bummed out busted and outright flustered
yeah adding a dash of that. now i am on a roll down a hill going fast.
nothing of import has happened to make me feel this way.
no arguement, cross words, crisis or dilemma has crossed my path today.
i am out of step,
stomping on toes,
counting to ten,
to save someones nose,
from my tense and tightly clenched fist.
the way that i'm feeling
one of two things could happen.
every body else could...
shuffle to the left a little
to align with me (yeah like thats gonna happen).
....or if thats just a hassle your going to need to:
step aside as my progress,
is now furious
and my wake is wide.
make your choice
my toes are a tappin
i no longer
have time for this lip flappin....
....boom thar she blows!!!!
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
You're the type a guy,
I can see saying,
"Girl, you're gonna get it,
when I get home."
I'd smile,
look forward,
to your **** self,
the way you smell,
& get ready,
look pretty,
cook dinner,
pick a wine,
set the mood
retire for the evening
sit beneath a lovers moon,
& for dessert,
some
yummy memories
emmmm,
soooo nice,
And...
get here quick,
'cuz I'm here
waiting,
tappin' my foot,
patiently.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
*Jitter Buggin’
“Oh Carol,
don’t let him steal your heart away,
I’m gonna learn to dance
if it takes me all night and day.”
~~Chuck Berry
~~~~
1957
you drove that cherry red Chevy coupe,
327 and 4 on the floor,
ChucK Berry coming through your door.
“Oh Carol”
you steppin’ out
to dance tonight!
~~~~
Come on Carol,
there’s a little juke joint
just down the road a way,
so lets go baby
cause when you arrive
the whole place comes alive
and everyone wants to dance and play.
~~~~
Tight pants and swayed out skirts
fill the music
with rock-n-roll jams, and
“I got my eyes on you baby,
cause you dance so good”.
“Oh Carol”
you’re stealin’ my heart away.
And I’m toe tappin’
hip swayin’,
jitter buggin’
the night away.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.10.16
NOTE: the quoted lines are from the Chuck Berry
song “Oh Carol”*
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC