Best Tip Top Poems
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
A Long, Long Time ago, there was a cricket whose name
was Blue, she was named after the sky that she loved so true.
All day long she would look up at the sky while the other
crickets played and hopped merrily on by.
Then one day a dragonfly landed near and he heard the
whispered wish, the cricket held so dear.
Crickets my dear, he said, belong on the ground and if
you fell, well, you may never ever be found.
The little cricket answered yes I know, but to the sky
is where my heart longs to go. I have wings to help me fly
but they only carry me about one foot high.
To the top is where I long to be.
Hey! Maybe you could help me.
I don't know if that is a safe thing to do little cricket
but if you can help me then I will try and help you.
What can I do to help dragonfly, the cricket cheerfully asked?
Some rain would be nice to put in my water flask.
I carry water to those of us who are sick but there seems to be a
water shortage since the farmer filled in the ditch.
I would be more than glad to help and the cricket sung her beautiful song,
then tender raindrops fell from the sky and the dragonfly was pleased
as he carried water half the day long to those in need.
When the sky cleared and there was no more rain, the cricket waited
for the dragonfly to return again, and when he did not come back to her,
the cricket's face had a look of concern.
I know he will return, the cricket whispered to herself low, he just has to
for he promised me so. Just as the sun begin to set low, along came the dragonfly and asked, Are you ready to go?
The cricket said, Yes as her heart for this had cheerfully longed.
The little cricket jumped on the dragonflies back and held tightly on.
To the top of the tree he flew and landed on the tip top as he promised her
he would do. The crickets eyes filled with wonder and tears.
This is what she had been dreaming of, for years.
The dragonfly's days were never worried about drought, whenever his cricket
friend was about and the Cricket took many journeys on the dragonflies back.
She told her story in a song again and again. The tale of how a cricket flew
up into the sky, on the back of her dragonfly friend.
3/09/2017
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
When our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
As we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
Shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learnings flower our way as our cultures shared;
Gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds
Every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes
Vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile.
A journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
For this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company;
Enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
Yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
That as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
_____________________________________________________________
*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
© J. A. Fraser and O.E.Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
Once, a girl in my tip-top prime was I,
not much sleep needed after a lullaby-
contoured figure with toned legs and buns,
gym at 6am just to show off my guns.
Now morns are as rough as a sty in my eye.
Rising early can be so unbearable,
but back then it wasn’t so terrible-
I’d leap with a pep in my step with a tune
in my head awaiting my nap at noon.
Now that alarm I hear is not comparable!
“OUCH! IT HURTS!” that buzzing sound.
The unrelenting noise does astound
me when I try my best to get up early morn,
eyes water and my forlorn body worn.
No time for laundry when your bed bound.
In the summer I awake at almost one,
demanding nights, so much to get done!
I used to be able to sleep much less,
now darkness in the morn does cause stress-
I can’t stand rising earlier than the sun!
for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
August 10, 2019
The Automobile Mechanic
The automobile mechanic was originally
a car owner who carried out his own repairs
during the turn of the 19th Century.
These days, it is a person who endeavours to fix
the car problems of the everyday motorist
he is part engineer, detective, and miracle worker
all rolled into one, when the motorist expects their car
virtually fixed at a moment's notice.
He is truly a modern day unsung hero to most
who keep their car in tip top condition
although the mechanic seldom gets
the credit that he or she rightly deserves.
I is as dirty as dirty can be
Cause I is just a pig you see
I wallow around in my lovely sty
Your cleanliness rules just don’t apply
I love the mud, that gooey stuff
And as to the odor, I can’t get enough
The stuff they feed me, you call it slop
Well, I think it’s great, really tip- top
I have no worries, no not a one
But the dog just said ,”Go on, have fun-
For if I’m not mistaken,
You soon will be bacon..”
2/18/16
Tommy Tucker Tater Tott
Took tomatoes to tip top
Tossed turned tumbled
tripped turning trails
Telling toothless
Tongue tied
tales
Bloom baby boo Busty bombshell
boldly blue, Bumping, boisterous
Bumbling brew,
Bootylicious
Boom
boom
Boom
Misty mountain mellow moon
Music made my melody move
Majestic medley meaningful
maze More memories
makes my mind
migrate
.
The sentinel cats
Guard post tip top of the house
Growing winter coats
Bring it!
Oooh yeah baby,
Kick and swing it!
swirl, sway,
just admit it
Sing it!
Let it go loudly
Dance and wing it!
move, groove,
just feel it
Dig it!
Tap your dance
Stamp and hit it!
Flic-flac
Just slam it
Throw it!
High as you can
Toss and flip it!
Tip-top
Just do it
One more time,
Encore it
Dance and play
For it's a big hit
Feel it
Love it
Share it
Live it!
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Augustus 3, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
how the turkey I asked
a country of told you so
the moon beautiful for the fill gas oil
akimbo a foot on both asia and oops we gone the fall on both knee
the kid across said thank you for the eggs from fifty hens up state laid for you
moist you ask me the oven and the rest
no no all a fry and two wings I fly the coop of sky a sunset
a long weekend **** a take back my legs and the cat left behind
my ass can not take much longer on earth
know it is difficult to read the write of raised the bar
all clean I left you the right of buy the black friday
all dishes a clean to figure where she going
tip top a tic tac of smoke did you see the moon
I can a can of cancan tell you you the lies in latin
D C or P D she pedals the child the moon tomorrow not to be seen
sincere she tell you stories out of her mind watch your step never cross her
a total massacre never for the massage of spa
she is so crazy we love her hare not a rabbit scurry in her hole
God has blessed my life in more ways than one
God had plans to bless me before time began
God chose his people
he knew each one by name
his blessing on our life will always remain the same
the spirit of the Lord is upon me
I know It is true
I see his blessing even in the hardest times I have been through
God blesses my life in every way
God blesses my life every day
and even when I am not tip top
still his blessing never stops
he knows I will get there one step at a time
with his love and compassion
he has blessed my life all the way down the Line Amen
2 Corinthians 9:8
And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.
Ephesians 1 :3
3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.
Philippians 1:6
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
Psalm 31:19
How abundant are the good things
that you have stored up for those who fear you,
that you bestow in the sight of all,
on those who take refuge in you. Amen
A Drop of Water
I look up into the deep sky
And the clouds as purple as a bruise
growl at the dry, crumbling earth
with condescending looks
they know that it yearns for the nourishment they carry
in their bloated bellies
I inhale the damp air
twirling and grinning
as if I can see
the hesitant drops
bracing themselves for the free fall
And the first drop hits
the very tip-top of my nose
I laugh
because I can hear the thirsty soil slurping
up the water in its agitation
to sate its parched throat
The tiger lilies behave a bit more civilly
they sip the refreshment daintily
gathering the gentle drops
in a necklace of crystal beads
ever so prettily
they bask in the warm shower
savoring the clean liquid flowing through them
Proud pines fill up their wooden mugs
with the clouds’ precious gift
letting the stream trickle down their sides
but they remain unbending
too full of hubris to admit their gratitude
though they stare up at the sky with unspoken respect
Me, I just stand perfectly still
breathing in wet grass and proud pines and refined tiger lilies
feeling the water streak through my hair
and listening raptly to the symphony
of the tap dancing rain
playing across the weather-beaten pavement
I've loved her,
Since the beginning of time.
Whether we're laughing
or crying,
happy with each other,
or MAD,
but still trying.
It changes NOTHING!
I am her's,
and she...
She is mine.
And, I guess that means,
that at this very moment,
I can finally admit,
that I love a lesbian.
From the tip top,
of a cut that's cropped,
to the bottoms of
her booted feet.
Whether this is a phase,
or a fait en complete...
It...Changes...NOTHING!
I am her's,
and she...
She is mine.
Our blood intertwined...
Our spirits aligned...
Our hearts refined...
Our destinies designed...
And, no matter, if she chose this,
or if it was chosen for her,
I...AM...HER'S.
And, she...
SHE...IS...MINE!
Our bond, can never be maligned.
And, I guess that means...
Yes! That's what it means!
It means that I love my daughter,
Sooooooo, that means...that
I love a lesbian.
I am A Night Owl
By: Noel N. Villarosa
June 4, 2022
Staring long at the laptop
My workplace is quiet
Active and mentally tip top
I am an owl that flies at night
Night sorting and engaging that way
Was a man deep in his thinking
Working with a good employer that will stay
Energy peaks naturally in the evening
With refreshed curious eyes
I cast my shadow on a resting morning lark
I took over his time taking calls on the rise
I make a living, if not in the dark
I am alone in my room
It’s just me and the moon
If I failed to bring you where flowers bloom
At the end of shift work, I’ll talk to you too soon
Everything is going right at night
It only takes a search, analysis, and brilliant call
The right approach will make me see the light
Finding matched criteria, I can relate them all
You are much like me, I guess
We have ups and downs
But would you pity more, or we say less
If there’s nothing to offer, I’ll see you around
I will watch you in the dark while dreams run
For the only place that fits my work
I work from home, closer to my loved ones
To feel the breeze reveals another dawn to spark
Also posted on my LinkedIn account.
!Papa Pepper!
one day a farmer woke
planted peppers in the ground
peppers that the throat could choke
hotter ones could not be found
!PAPA PEPPER!
every day the farmer weeded,
waited wisely, watched, and watered
there was nothing that they needed
every tongue was by them slaughtered
!PAPA PEPPER!
every day they grew and grew
and got so healthy and so big
that the farmer simply knew
they’d be enough to kill a pig
!PAPA PEPPER!
then one day the farmer eyed them
said, ”they’re ripe enough to pick”
but of course he hadn’t tried them
for they’d surely make him sick
!PAPA PEPPER!
so he picked ‘em off the plant
and dumped ‘em in his wagon back
and he said, “I surely can’t
come home until I’ve sold the snack”
!PAPA PEPPER!
so he set off on the trail
with his peppers that were hot
and he planned to make a sale
get some moola on the spot
!PAPA PEPPER!
when he finally reached the town though
it was dark and all was still
so he slumbered by a willow
at the tip-top of a hill
!PAPA PEPPER!
when he woke up in the morning
he saw far-away a man
so he got up quickly walking
with his evil selling plan
!PAPA PEPPER!
the farmer met him saying,”Hey
ya wanna buy some peppers now?”
answered he, “woohoo oh yay,
I’ll surely buy if you’ll allow”
!PAPA PEPPER!
so he sold him three big peppers
hot enough to burn a cow
and said, “good luck with your peppers
hot enough to learn a sow”
!PAPA PEPPER!
then the fool ate all three peppers
there was no river nearby
loudly he cried, “PAPA PEPPER!
save me quick before I die!”
!PAPA PEPPER!
though he lived to tell the tale
he had learned his lesson well
never again would he fail
to avoid the spicy spell
!PAPA PEPPER!