Best Over The Top Poems
******((Army of love))******
beautiful mattress
hot and riled explosive gift
nature at her best
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***((Gone with the wind))***
the music
listen to the moaning wind
biting to the pain
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******((Over & Over))******
the rainbow
fingertips touch a few drops
kiss of dew
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*****((Midnight Cowgirl))*****
Texas scat, scat
puts it in, in the muddy hole
Cowgirls get it on
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*****((rattle my bones))*****
taste my sweet spot
touch it, feel it, make it move
the earthquake
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****((American Graffiti))******
their limbs trace,
breathing accelerates
pulse race, excessively
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*****((Spice or Slice))******
haikus cake for two
hope you enjoy more than one
leaving you arouse
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Sexy-U-Contest
Over the Top
Whistle blows, we’re under order
Just another day, just another slaughter
Just another time, we’re over the top
The ruling class, they just won’t stop
We will stop lots of things
Like bullets and mortars
With grimmest and grins
With stiff upper lip, not quivering chins
As we move on the line, the line really thins
Splattered in mud with things you want to forget
Waters not warm and red it’s just wet
The pal you shook hands with we just had a bet
Is struggling and twisting in a razor wire net
But onward we move the young and the fit
They fire the flares to light up the hit
We stumble and fall, some, just shake and sit
But some just drag themselves through the ****
From the land we call home, we are sent to die
All the promises made, turn out to be lies
Our aim today is a few yards for the King
With constant noise, oh! What a din din din din
We leap over wire and fall to our knees
We lean on a stump where there used to be trees
The sin of man on man is grim to behold
Who will voice the story? The truth to be told
Three quarters down, the field of play
I feel the thud, I've had my day
It’s quick and clean and that’s what I pray
1918 the 5th of May
Now you stand at my head stone white
Farmer’s lad, sent to fight
From Cheshire fields, a loving son
We fought my brother, we called him the Hun
Stephen Williams
2012
"Over The Top!" was the battle cry of the First World War!
At the Captain's signal, from the trenches doughboys would pour!
Shoulder to shoulder with bayonets fixed, steel glinting in the sun,
On they rushed, some to live, others to die, to face the fearless Hun!
On they raced through no-man's land, through the mud and gore,
Midst the din of the muskets' rattle and the cannons' roar!
The once bucolic field was now imbued in blood with so little gain.
Alas, many were maimed and hundreds from both sides were slain.
Sleep doesn't come easily as gallant men await the break of day.
Thoughts of home and happier times helped their fears allay.
Many turned their dog-eared Bibles to the Twenty-Third Psalm,
To read by flickering candlelight that ancient message of calm.
Life in the trenches was certainly not a life of ease.
It was cold and damp with water up to the knees.
Mail was sparse and a warm meal was rather rare.
Occasionally, poisonous gases crept stealthily through the air.
Why do men press on in battle when they know they're apt to die?
Is it because of their Sergeant's leadership or his rallying cry?
Is it his love of country and freedom that he hopes will turn the tide?
Nae! He fears that he'll let his buddy down who soldiers at his side!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I’ve been dragged through mud
Pushed around all my life
Beaten and battered
Without a fair chance to fight
Nobody cared, nobody cried
No one gave a if I lived or died
Laying in the gutter, face up to the sky
No words to utter, just wondering why
Someday, somehow, I shall prevail
Spit in the face of those who cherished my fail
I’ll come down upon you like a hammer on a nail
There will be no debris to pick up after the gale
Revenge is bittersweet
Look at me relish at your defeat
Don’t you tell me to be discrete
‘cause Revenge is bittersweet
Here's a thought for you to ponder:
Where on earth should a girl wander?
This world is vast
The die is cast
Why worry? Goliath yonder!
Sun up you're up time's up get up
light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around
chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out
kids up mom's not
suit up tie on press down the thumb go-round
then down back up flip down to pull knot-up
turn-round looks-round grin up aplomb all done
drive on downtown park up lockdown press up
look-round liked sound work bound all-round
onto a room, found pot a brewed on two
drop up on top the cup a brewed
a tongue go-round fresh ground abound go all
around or down more down but not the ground
looks-round clock found heads down aground
looks-round, and found, holds-up brewed cup
time's up fun's done work bound must run
had fun all done kids off yes Hon what's up
we've a meeting at ten--not again, I said, no Xbox--thought 'twas for me ... oh is it any wonder?
Join up and enlist Kitchener said, the Army will be such fun
For King and country, make your mother proud son.
However life at the minute, it ain't that good
I've stood on a mine, losing lots of blood.
I've pins and needles now, feeling rather faint
I need urgent help or my prospects ain't exactly great.
help arriving now, trying to stop the bloody flow
off to the field hospital now; lets Go Go Go!
Fly me home please into the arms of my lover
if I'm back at home I know that I'll recover.
Time for me to leave now, time to say goodbye
homeward bound tomorrow it's time for me to fly.
My comrades aren't so lucky, tomorrow they're going 'over the top'
they won't be able to turn back, they won't be able to stop.
I may now only have one leg, but I'm the lucky one
tomorrow I won't be staring down the barrel of a gun.
The lady’s name was Snookums
Her dress awash with blossoms.
The low neckline drooped
Whenever she stooped
Baring her splendid bosom.
Over the Top (1)
When is poetry by man, much more than scuzz (from top)?
Know a bard who hears his muse say it’s past time to stop?
Our emotions are dust devils that spin blinding us,
And most promises made, weeds that time mows flat. No fuss!
Oh, it's hard to touch real truth that our own egos sink,
Far below all expectations, and though some may think
Of the depths that ponds possess (where bright, white lilies bloom)!
(Grok that nutrients that float all buds rise up from gloom)!
What is there Sir that a mensch needs fear? Real content's blessed,
For the heart cares not, a whit, how love's soft words get dressed.
Damned be poetry, in fact, if your soul owns its smile,
Seek to serve, stand in your truth, be brave, surrender guile!
Long Tooth
April 14, 2018
Poet’s Notes:
Just for fun, I wrote this poem using a rhyme scheme of
- - / - - - / - - - / - - - / - -
in every line just to see if I could do it and what it would look. Mission accomplished! At least in that sense, it is indeed over the top. Note that the poem requires a lot of one syllable words to achieve this (although multi-syllable words retain their rhythm in this scheme). The work sounds best read conversationally I think, but there still is this very strange meter underlying it all! What fun!
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