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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Keepers
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A hazy crimson light races a soaring falcon
as swallows spiral all about the rainbow sky,
Above the Jersey Shore where zeppelins rose 
as far as a teary eye can see, within eternity.

As I slowly close my dry, weary, reddish eyes
those old memories of whence I was...

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