Best Tipping Poems
I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind cracking sound
in a basement of a pizza shop
they think that trafficked
children are bound
Democrats demonized
Satan worshipers
Drinking babies blood
Some welcome the insanity
in like a flood
Internet researches
named Beth, Karen,
Mike, Bubba, Bob and Bud
all of them happily
wallowing in the mud
So wether they believe
in the Deep State
or PizzaGate
QAnon somehow thinks
an Old World Order
controls our fate
Slick videos crash minds
as feeble sheeple
bite into the bait
January 6th
becomes their new favourite date
Somehow
they feel truly Patriotic
instead of Psychotic
Crazy takes off like gangbusters
a fuse attached to a rocket
It seems a certain President
had them in his pocket
A gun aimed at the Capitol
and Donny cocked it
They were all dim lightbulbs
and he electrified the socket
So the Q tipped
as we watched on TV
what a crazy trip
“Hang Mike Pence”
dripped from their lips
Through broken windows
the mob slipped
as the fabric of Democracy
was stained and ripped
Still with that darkness over the Country
freedom was only temporarily eclipsed
So while the world watched
and ridiculed
“We The people” found a way
Thankfully the majority had the final say
Yes America witnessed a new day
QAnon, White Power, Proud Boys
and Anti Semites were kept at bay.
Should that not in the end
be “The American Way”?
Categories:
tipping, abuse, america, angst, discrimination,
Form:
Political Verse
What is the tipping point, between hate and love
Perhaps a kind word or a misplaced shove
One acts with kindness, another is mean
Try looking for good, where none has been seen
Respect for difference, not fearful disdain
If treated kindly, good feelings remain
Choices can be made, we can pick the path
Love is the answer, emerse in it's bath
Categories:
tipping, hope,
Form:
Couplet
a storm rages outside.
sky, overcast with clouds
fearful sounds echo,
through mountain crannies,
like that of shrieking bats in flight.
trees shiver under wind's might.
everything around,
presages an impending doom.
the least pressure may
tilt the scales and tip the balance.
sitting in my dim lit room
with all the windows shut
unable to drown the emptiness
afloat in irrepressible buoyancy,
I glance over the balance sheet
of my life. There’s no surfeit,
only deficit…gross deficit!
once I was something, now nothing
utterly broke, I lose my balance.
when falling down, there’s no one to hold.
my chest feels heavy.
my heart sinks into pitfalls of sorrow.
I wonder when this will end?
while trying to make an escape route,
I sink into unsettling thoughts.
memories torturing,
destroy what’s possible.
I know when stuck in the past,
I can’t focus on my present
or plan for my future.
life is a test of mettle.
I must make the right decision.
choose the right thing.
I will continue my inner fight.
lay claim on the eternal light.
accept defeat and obliterate my ego
and resurrect my inner child!
I know, I will be tipping the balance
with every right decision I take.
I must undertake the precarious tightrope walk,
in utmost caution without losing my equilibrium.
Categories:
tipping, angst, destiny, endurance, growth,
Form:
Free verse
My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.
But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.
He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.
You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts.
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.
I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly.
Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!
The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!
Categories:
tipping, adventure, children, education, family,
Form:
Light Verse
A masculine waiter winked at me
flashing a smile with his fine goatee
he needed a big tip
but such plan took a dip
when I claimed, "Ask your boss; my hubby."
Contest: Limericks Clean And Clever
15 Nov 2014
Categories:
tipping, funny, men,
Form:
Limerick
In the millennium’s first dozen years,
they say we’re headed for a tipping point --
a disastrous sum of many fears
when Nature herself will crash and disjoint.
It’s not the Mayan calendar that’s cause,
nor the Sun’s circumstantial alignment,
but our careless consumption without pause
and our uncontrolled wholesale consignment.
Our survival’s not a dress rehearsal.
We are fast approaching the precipice
where it will be too late for reversal.
Earth’s ecosystem hangs over the abyss.
If you’re reading this and claim you don’t care,
we don't need to wait; we’re already there.
Categories:
tipping, nature, visionary,
Form:
Sonnet
They talk about climate change like there is no tomorrow
when they whom tear the lungs from out of the earth
and who gets the blame only the poor keeping themselves warm beside a fire
Tax every soul here on in accept the greedy
merchants of our planet's destruction explain why
misery there is no end to your greedy appetite
The very truth will win in the end
under this false doctrine secrets are already out
those to do with this dirty bag of tricks
Categories:
tipping, abuse, betrayal, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;
Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god
And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.
7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated
And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till
So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!
Categories:
tipping, adventure, dream, faith, happy,
Form:
Verse
Finally finished with forcing the future
Beginning to balance the scales of life
Purposefully pivoting to the present
Ruminate, rinse, repeat was my motto
Causing consternation in all situations
Finally finished with forcing the future
Pondering potential paths pulling me away
Capping my capacity to be in the moment
Purposefully pivoting to the present
Relieved to no longer wrangle what’s next
Calmly swapping control for letting go
Finally finished with forcing the future
Diving deeper into today is the only way
Reassuring to realize I’m on the right track
Purposefully pivoting to the present
The shift has started as the stage is set
Riding the wave of what’s coming my way
Since finally finished with forcing the future
As purposefully pivoting to the present
Categories:
tipping, encouraging, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
We all have moments when happiness rings true
When everything seems to finally be going right
No nimbus clouds to spoil blue skies or the view
until fate steps in and our lives turn dark as night.
What efforts we've made to stay in balance is lost.
No matter what we try, harmony does not prevail
and life is stressful, for hardship comes with a cost.
So, we need a counterweight that will tip the scale
To use a simple analogy, think of a teeter totter ride
where balance keeps us from landing on the ground.
The ups and downs we face are very difficult to abide.
What will keep us standing? Where can it be found?
With a positive attitude we can begin in heart and mind
when they battle over things on which they don't agree.
Not an easy task to keep them harmonized and aligned.
When they struggle for power, it can end in catastrophe.
A bit of faith may lead to symmetry and set things right.
Nature handless it perfectly with its seasonal changing,
and like migratory birds on feathered wings that take flight,
tipping the balance in our favor can work with rearranging.
Categories:
tipping, analogy, happiness, life,
Form:
Rhyme
She tips the night scene
Torment shuffling through her
She displays hurt sighs
The insides of her heart bleeds
Quite wounded in her weak plights
Russell Sivey
Categories:
tipping, life, loss,
Form:
Tanka
A cruise to an island
or someplace way up north?
To Alaska I
maybe could sally forth.
Alaska has scenes of
fjords and so much more:
mountains, lakes and places
with interesting lore.
Wildlife is plentiful.
An orka you might see.
Learn gold rush history.
In scenic Juneau be.
Cruises to hotter climes
are such a cinch to find
if stops at coastal towns
and beaches you don’t mind.
Those cruises also have
many great tourist sights
equal to Alaska’s
in numerous delights.
The tipping balance is
for me the sun and sand,
and a nice pina
colada in my hand.
Categories:
tipping, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Forced Tipping
Miracle Man
5/16/2023
I have always been a tipper,
amount based, service driven.
But in adding 20% to my meal,
it then becomes taken, not given.
When you’ve taken from me,
my independence of choice.
In essence you’re then guilty,
of stifling my voice.
A thought worth considering,
a living wage would suffice.
From the pie that you call yours,
give employees a tiny slice.
It’s about customers helping pay the help
so they don’t have to. So lately I decided to go to the store
and just make my own. I had to check myself out and pay a service fee
for using my card. Ha ha
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I feel better.
Tom
Categories:
tipping, how i feel, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
For some justice is hard to find
And even though they say it is blind
When it comes to colors of black and white
One is wrong and the other right
The scales of justice are tipped in a way
That punishes one as the other gets away
Justice usually slips out the back door
Whenever it comes to the poor
I searched for justice in the courts
And found the guilty walking free
The face of justice now distorts
What right and wrong should be
Can freedom be free
If justice is shackled like a slave
It was then I heard its eulogy
As justice was lowered in its grave
Categories:
tipping, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Keepers
of
our
world
a
world
away
from
keeping
our
way
from
our
world
.
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Categories:
tipping, earth, environment,
Form:
Shape