Best Topples Poems

Standing on tippy toes
Top shelf 
Reaching
Stretching
Finger tips edging the jar forward
Imagining the taste of chocolate chips on my tongue
Yumm mom's chewy delicious wait till Saturday cookies
Thankful I have grown that extra inch
Thinking she'll never suspect me

The jar 
Tips
Topples
Tumbles 
Turns 
Travels over my head
Lands on the...

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It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
it begins as a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees,
it is only brisk; it isn't much.
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.

It is only...

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Putrid pus proliferates/purposely preventing 
progression's passionate plea -
stifled cries...

Always ascending...and, assiduously avoiding 
any acrimonious amounts accrued along apathetic
apertures..."Still I Rise!"

Incessantly fighting the urge to just drop
out of this rancid Rat Race we call living

Still, to abandon sanguine thoughts totally topples the
tenacious toughness that took time...

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"A Conversation with Aenesidemus"

all perceptions are relative 
and interact 
one upon another 

take a coin
stand it vertical
spin it

gravity does that
it’s one way or the other
there is no in between 

middle roads

even when you hold it
steady between your fingers
there is one side or the other

the middle...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel...

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Spring has arrived with warmer days
And newness everywhere.
Fruit trees are donning spring-time dress,
The apple, plum and pear.

Spring will just get nicely settled in,
When Summer moves her on.
Summer brings the sun in hotter mode
To assure that Spring is gone.

Fall topples Summer from her throne
With her strong...

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The cauldron bubbles
With blackest of black
Boiling over the rim 
Thick and tar-like liquid
As putrid fumes fill the air
It gags you, chokes you
Making you wonder
What is IN that
And you look around to find
A rotted, termite infested shelf
Coated with years of dust
Webs spun by spiders long gone
One...

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Part One

GOU - Hexagram 44: One powerful Yin encounters or comes to meet the Yang in the Sixth month of the Gregorian Calendar, on the Sixth of June onwards – having associated with five (meaning any number) of them. The symbol of Sun, the eldest...

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Of Nature, Desert, Sand And Western Skies

Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
 Where desolation runs ever so wild
Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
 Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.

At dawn, an avalanche of soft golden rays
Promise of a bright new day. ...

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sharp, tight, seething fear
anxiety absorbs control
soul's strength topples...

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7/3/2018
A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. 

She sat cross legged on a chunk of hard Earth overlooking a circular abyss of stones. 

Different shapes and forms of stones interlocking like puzzle...

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 Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem 
to strangely dance.  
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she  can, 
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.  
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her! 

Before...

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I see him on days
As I walk from school
Weighted with books + facts + insecurities
Feet moving to the rhythms in my head
A thousand songs
Illustrating the world in slabs of impressionist paint

And then he is there

Jerky movements invading my mind
Shouted expletives aimed not at the crowd
That...

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~The Beauty~

The shining black snake, 
monster of dimension’s loss, 
tattooed with roman numerals of molten gold, 
perfect in place, 
fluid and immaculate; 
you are what you eat, 
he devours time mercilessly, 
it’s influence on the mind, 
drifts ethereal, 
whispering from the grasp of thought’s illicit...

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As the head emerges
from the womb of soil,
brightly declaring its birth
in the scream of birds,
the new day is born,
a life to live to night,
as the body travels in its path,
as the head held high, aloof!
Hiding behind veils of cloud, 
breaking and slicing through
as it gazes...

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