Best Tilt Poems
dinosaurs tilt horns
circle and protect their young....
snarling snapping rex
I went to the fair to see a girl
We both got sick on the tilt-a-whirl
The bearded lady I saw
It was my mother-in-law
My stomach was weak so she made me hurl
TILT
europe weak china
stong america chose ally oz
asia pacific
Peter Dorr 17th November 2011
a dream as years go by,
water clock drip ticks,
another revolution,
minutes flown away,
hearts fluttered wide,
sepia childhood silhouetted,
a grip lost in snap-the-whip,
and glimpsing restless spirits,
crowding heaven’s gate,
gold plated, iron bound,
others just waiting,
familiar indistinct,
while clouds like knotted cotton,
frame a high blue portico above,
a formless basilica,
slow vision of his spirit,
becomes a shining arrow knock’d,
loosed at that far off shore,
flown true, and gone,
as the wind cries a pure tone,
on that played out jazz piano,
coda to another’s life,
like a tragic symphony,
somehow filled with hope,
his last music…
(I miss it so).
Tonight it starts again.
The longing for something I can’t have.
A life that is meaningful.
I claw and scrape the surface of humanity.
A bubble that wont’ be burst.
I am on the outside looking in.
Tilt-o-whirl dreams spin out of control until I am dizzy.
I need to get my bearings, put away my dreams of other summers
Filter the shadows of my life
Are their lives as messed up as mine?
Is there perfect harmony?
Can it be reached in a Buddhist Temple on a steppe in Tibet?
Would a mantra, robe, and sandals free me?
Or would I long for a cheeseburger, maybe a bag of fries…”could you super size that please?”
These are the burning questions that keep me awake at night.
There’s a brindle dog that sleeps under my house at night.
As long as I don’t let him in he doesn’t know what he is missing.
Toss him a bone and he’s ecstatic.
Me I am full of blue trombone solos that no one wants to hear.
Jeez you would think every now and then someone would want to know why the shadows on my face never change, but no one dares to ask.
They would get an answer they’re not prepared for,
An answer full of blue ruin and rag water.
Dry mouth,
shallow breathing;
In your dessert mirage
I thought I saw a waterfall;
Dizzy,
I’m completely decimated;
It is too hot to care;
Please wet my lips,
full tilt.
23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis
Tilt…
Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
Tilt…
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft
G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me
Tilt…
Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
Tilt…
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …
Spin the web of guilt do what thou wilt on vanity your foundation was built,
treachery given to me as whispers decend around me water is the essence of life
drain the canel we'll suffer for now. Savage in the name of vain bittersweet as we
go insane I surrender and raise my white flag weve tilited the collective true to our
objective all were worthy a facinating story. I am layed to rest along with many
who took the risk, the collective is no more fade to black like before.
Tilt
Let me slap you upside your head
and get your brain off tilt.
(Quote)
Form:
Board To Tilt
Around with each other should start to spar
Regarding what to do with all our PR
When and were business should discus
And also analyze and raise a fuss.
Social gathering not great or appropriate
Might find people who are having a fit
Then those who want to start some stink
Even If an eyelash had began to blink.
Maybe it wasn't a fact and we did suppose;
What had happened on heaven knows
DRB approval never received for a terrace
Made of Plaster of Paris and enough to embarrass.
This thought and thinking is between you and I
And in case you might be wondering why
Had found that my conscience was full of guilt
People are biased and to their side want board to tilt.
In Conclusion: I was not thinking about or had
BOD in mind when I composed this. Go ahead
and read poem anyway if you haven't already.
DRB is Design Review Board
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
PS. And to think, talking about people when
they aren't there to fend for themselves.
Rock the boat, tilt the world,
Break my heart, tear my souls,
Steal my hope, ruin my dreams,
Give me love, show me life,
Lead the direction, brighten my path,
Hold my arm, far from the edge,
Tell me lies to keep me afloat,
Board the ditch which i slowly dug,
I swear a rest is all i need,
Let my life float, if not in vein,
Let it be in faith,
Ifi awake in the morn it shall be due to you,
And the hand you lent me, lacked in timing,
But shook me from the dream,
From under the canoe, which had tipped,
And waterlogged, for what seemed like an eternity
If you can, tilt this way
right now for the first time
my work is on consignment
yet , I'm still waiting to be paid
I suppose if this is how it must be
for these moments
just for you
I'll work for free
can I whisper to you how many colors I see in a sunset
or the brighter side of a rainy day
share with me some of your lime light
and if you can , if you have the energy
c'mon and tilt this way
Form:
A girl on the Tube stared at my crouch
Her mum sat there and tried not to watch
Then mum's face turned red
As she softly said,
"She thinks that is where I get my Scotch"
Spinning in circles.
I get so dizzy.
The world whirling by
a dazzling show of lights
sound and color.
But now I spin to fast.
Makes my head feel funny.
Faster Faster.
Lights sound and color,
too blurry and harsh
harassing my senses.
Break out of
the wicked spinning.
Lay back on the ground
Close your eyes
and feel the earth
Tilt.
Shadowed memories, I try to recall,
darkened by pain, and emotions so raw.
You were a player, I knew from the start,
I thought I could change you, with this loving heart.
Some things were never meant to be,
I wasn't enough for you, but you were for me.
Heartbroken and crying, my world just stopped,
you didn't notice, too busy, hop, hop, hop.
Running around with all the girls,
my head was spinning, I was on a tilt- a whirl.
I guess that is why those memories aren't strong,
my heart couldn't take that abuse very long.
Life went on, and I found myself,
now your romeo memories, are all that are left.