Best Tipsy Poems
"in a tipsy frame of mind"
my pen point was swirling and twirling to be
on a romantic adventure so fun and fancy free
with a tipsy turn here and with savoir faire' there
escaping to the Poetry Palace swimming for a "pen-mate" mare.
lo! and behold! being drunk with emotion
my pen jumped a dive in word-infested ocean
it rolled and it stretched; back strokes, as it fetched
on it's clip, hung by hook, the word "love" was etched.
my pen was so excited as another invited
in a drunken stupor, would love be unrequited?
as the black and gold form grew all toasty and warm
came face to face as a SHARPIE did swarm.
the moral is simple: when the love bug soon soars
beware! of the SHARPIE whose inks bolder than yours!
*For Joann Grisetti's Drunken Pen 2 ...
Limerick : Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Up coco-nut tree with monkey wrench
He pumped her full toddy
Till Wench was tight giddy
But she hung on to ? nuts with wrench.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Toddling
stumbling
fumbling
tumbling
are some nights,like toddling stumbling child,
tipsy turvy fumbling tumbling mind.
© kashinath karmakar(17th August 2011)
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Placement:7th;(August 2011)
Contest:Tyburn
Sponsor:Dr.Ram Mehta
Limerick : Once a tipsy Lord of the Manor
Once a tipsy Lord of the Manor
Took leash to be led by Labrador:
His Lady called him back -
Tied the tail on its back
But the dog turned tail behind the door.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
tipsy night—
searching for the milky way
between double moons
Kashinath Karmakar
http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2014-december-17
Last night I was in curious about number nine
Many articles said number nine is the perfection number
All that related with nine come back to nine
Try the multiplications of nine and see the results
Plus the two digits all will come in nine
Some say nine is "God's number" pretty much convincing
But still not catch the correlations God with nine
Seek for further they offered some calculation of pythagorean
Mind squeezing, brain stunned, black out, tipsy by nine
Note:
1x9=9
2x9= 18=1+8= 9
3x9= 27= 2+7= 9
4x9= 36= 3+6= 9
5x9= 45= 4+5= 9
And so on...
1st place
9 contest
Sponsor Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver
Cake
or
dessert-
hangovers
last another day.
Sunny summers day,
the month of July.
A tipsy hummingbird,
was trying to fly.
It had drank honey wine,
and couldn't find its timing.
That tipsy hummingbird.
Tumbled side winding.
One tipsy little bird,
such a sight to see.
crash landed badly,
plumb in front of me.
In a dithering spin,
it shook to catch wind,
promptly rolled over,
and flopped on its chin.
It did triple flips
some bicycle kicks.
This tipsy bird,
was doin the twist.
I grabbed my bandana,
to sop up the spittle.
Laughed as I cried,
big stitches in the middle.
within two quick minutes,
the whole episode was over.
Though it took another six
before I gained composure.
On a warm summer's day,
sunny month of July.
I was lucky to see,
a Tipsy Hummingbird Fly.
H.Elless
Poet
crazy tipsy ball in pitch
gone wild and weird
every player a victim
A little bit tipsy
and a lot of flirty
makes for outrageous talk
and situations that create
impropriety,
Women want to remain above
reproach while having a good time,
They don't want to raise any red flags
or "tow the line",
Clouds of suspicion can cast shadows
on their lives, especially with unplanned
liaisions in the middle of the night,
Some men are cads and don't have reputations
to lose, but confused, inebriated women may
instigate actions that are obtuse,
Altered egos takeover and the rest becomes
history, in a haze of consciousness,
lives could suddenly turn into a mess,
victims of rash decisions get created,
panic sets in, and lives get obliterated.
I remember times when
I would float on your vibes
We were still just friends,
Take everything in stride
Your voice kept me Zen
The ghost in my shattered mind
And the ink in my pen
You scream at me inside
Through memories I've held in
At least I know I tried
To be your perfect friend
But some things would rather hide
Inside the shell of inhibition,
My life is stuck in repetition
She walks in the night..
Cobblestones and sacred churches..
Historical and superb..
Incredible monuments..
A remembrance of ghosts from the past..
Ahh..
Her lovely Madrid..
Sights and sounds to inhale..
The aroma of fresh seafood paella
Her taste buds sang a harmony..
As she devoured her delectable meal..
Ahh..
To wash it down with a tall glass of sangria..
Thirsty for a tall glass..
Of..
A fresh fruity sangria...
She had one too many...
She more then quenched her thirst..
Perhaps her delectable meal was a bit salty..
She walks in the night..
Tipsy in Madrid..
Magical music playing..
Her lovely hips shaking to the beat of the music..
Electrifying and magnetic..
A tango..
Her love for the tango showed..
As she swayed her hips ..
She was hyponozied by the beat..
In the midst of it all..
She danced the night away..
Under the gleaming stars..
Roaming eyes lusting her..
Admiring eyes focused on her beauty..
Half moon above ..
Took a form of its own..
A wink from the half moon..
A wink..
Smiles..
Admiration..
Lust..
Ahh..
Tipsy in Madrid..
She beautifully smiles..
An unforgettable night under the stars..
And a winking half moon..
TIPSY GYPSY
To be -
We’ll see!
Or not…
Forgot
My lines -
Drink wines
Tipsy
Gypsy
Steal show
Then go
10/23/2016
Five fabulous fun footles contest
1st Place
The day my life went tipsy, weak-kneed and rosy, I met a boyish-man. He had a sidewinder-‘stache and I suddenly fell for a hairy man. Tickled lips like those propose suddenly to a starry-eyed sailor - me. Very quickly those skinny lips spoke I love you, knowing that chances fall, unless you grab the fullest glass.
full of plum wine s p u n k
the sparkling soar of her mind
windswept fun and clean
the brim of his hat
so close to his eager eyes
sees the horizon
I connected the dots in various ways - filled my diary with Mr. & Mrs. - delighted with swanlike cursive. He’s over me, I’m under him and side by side. In between I’m childlike, dreaming of banana splits and brownie sundaes - foods not available at mom’s and dad’s counter. And I make my bed tight as at any moment it might get inspected. Otherwise I’m lost in a haze, the heaven of the man chosen to be my love, the father of my kids.
my swanlike cursive
prettiness falls on paper
i’ve stars in my eyes
the crackerjack seas
ebb and flow builds character
a steady surprise
Valentine’s to Easter necking, intertwining, nesting. He swoops me up, carries me out of the factory - a girl can dream.*
4/10/2020
Caren Krutsinger’s
The Day My Life Went Whacko Poetry Contest
*Movie: An Officer and a Gentleman
PLEASE for some reason they blanked out with stars ***** the word s p u n k so i divided up the word with spaces
empty, drunken beer cans
clatter down a sober alley
under a drowsy neon halo
'neath a groggy full moon.