Best Turvey Poems

Arni Kleftiko Stolen Lamb


The Cypriots and Greeks have a few differences,
And can argue a great deal,
But both agree when it comes to ‘Kleftiko”
It has forever been, the most delectable 
Traditional Greek meal,
That ever a bandit could steal!
It is absolutely scrumptious for those	
Who of it have...

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It is snowing in Kansas. Florida has an earthquake.
A tsunami in Texas, global warming gives us a shake.
Weird for all of these countries to depend on a lie.
Global warming has come midseason this fateful July.

Dogs are raining in the Rockies. Cats are swimming in the...

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For those of you who think no one knows, you are wrong.

For those of you who think no one cares, you are wrong.

For those of you who feel things are terribly wrong, you are right.

For those of you who feel the world is topsy-turvey-crazy, here...

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Angel whispers are heard by the chosen
I hear, but ignore, not feeling worthy.
Their persistence bodes well for heaven,
They turn my keen senses topsy turvey.

Pure angel messages resound in my soul,
I am silent, completely humbled and awed.
Angel whispers of joyfulness lambast me whole.
I do not deserve...

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I had a huge notebook full of poems.
They were written on both covers, all around.
Here and there, in corners even,
Some topsy turvey, upside down.
 
I almost took the purple notebook in
To the station where I relieved myself
Feeling silly, I left it in the truck
When I...

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   One bright sunny day, Mrs. Puddles Wuggles took her eight kittens for a walk in

the garden and beyond.  The kittens were named; Glimmer and Tywinkle, Itsy and

Bitsy, Topsy and Turvey, and Ding and Ling.  They were every color you can...

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Using the snow spade to once again clear out the driveway,
I couldn't help but notice the lights that shimmered all day,
twinkling at me from the sunlight playing off of the snow,
giving the silver sparkling look of the fresh snow a certain glow,

During my repetitive shoveling...

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The Farmers Wife.

Three sheep in the pig sty
how on earth did they get there?
The cows are in the stables
does anybody care?
The horses are in the top field
well, there's nothing wrong with that.
But the three sheep in the pig sty
were guided by our cat!

Why everything is...

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*Image of The Politics of Abortion by NYT.
AUDIO: from the film O Brother, Where Art Thou? "Go To Sleep Little Baby"

Soma Sonnet: Abortion Trilogy

It is the right of every woman, or,
Is it the right of every woman, so,
Some folks fighting for life inside the core,
Others...

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For the very first time in my whole long life
Things are sailing along tickety boo
Don't ever remember a time quite like this
On top of the world cuz of you

You've turned my world all topsey turvey
Loving it, as happy as it gets
Been sailing along on cloud...

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My dear Siblings,

I voted for Hillary. 
I would have preferred Bernie, 
but she agreed to much of his platform-especially universal health care and education and seemed to be cognizant of environmental/climate change issues and bonus--she's a woman!

How I feel now? I am still haunted by...

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Topsy-turvey and
Not releasing is
This discourse. 

Stale, no - 
Seeping into a 
Cavernous mixture that
Overwhelms the Self. 

Sensing immortality.
An impossible reality. 

Dragging my feet
into puddles of
deaths lost
and pains remembered....

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It is written,perversion can breed more perversion
nevertheless,lead the way, ya'll of the correct Conversion.
Watch, lest we become satan's catch of the day,
all because we followed the rest on their dark way
Light the path for a lost and wandering pilgrim, 
and ,could be, their misery, you...

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The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight 
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the antonym of pleasant
Eat my...

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The still water of the northern swamp
shone like anthracite coal
lending a rainbow hue to the 
mirrored reflections of maiden hair fern 
and skunk cabbage.

Strangely grotesque maples 
rooted wearily beneath in the hidden depths
of blue-blackness.
The summer sky above hang topsey turvey
Its sunlight sparkling 
like fireflies upon...

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