Best Turvy Poems
What if now was yesterday
And things are the way they were then
Would I be what I am today
Or would I be what I was back then
The world has gone topsy-turvy
The loads have gotten too heavy
Everything feels funny
Smiles only come with money
Life seems so unreal
I’m out of touch with reality
Commonsense is very scarce
Like a dog that eats its own vomit
Betrayal comes before you even know it
Promises get broken
Vows unspoken
Principles don’t matter no more
Ethics are but a mirage
Goal posts are mobile
The chameleon is the king of camouflage
(But) even he doesn’t change that quickly
Who knows the ingredients of the broth we are about to take?
How many more years do we have to carry on?
Maybe it is too late to worry
I have just been crowned master of mischief
I need to be liberated
Please rescue me
I need to get back in touch with reality
(Where) The sun sets in the west
And rivers flow downstream
I cry for the lost past
I long to return to the beginning
Where purity and serenity had meaning
Take me back in time
When mankind knew no crime
Days when I was young and true
Days filled with morality and virtue
Somebody give me direction
Show me the way
I’m going to say it loud
I’m going to say it clear
To those with ears let them hear
To them that have eyes let them see
Shackle me if you want
But I verily refuse to veil the truth
Anatero onenawo
Kalekale likanati lidzibwerera
Zinthu zanyanya
Categories:
turvy, change, community, corruption, life,
Form:
Free verse
What's the matter Mother World,
why are you in such
a topsy-turvy swirl?
Has Man again upset you so much?
Why is it that your face
has lost it's once flourishing green color
and your skin now blotching red,
your river'd throat aridly bled
and your inner-core rumbling hollow?
Is it because Men and Nation's
are too busy quibbling,
And greedily scrambling
over your bounteous generous donations?
That leads Man's descent
in self-destructing,
And you, your anger to vent
in quivering, belching, and lava spewing?
Has Man not his lesson's
learn't over timeless years
that their greed and actions
will result in raining acid tears?
Categories:
turvy, introspection, nature,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
turvy, allegory,
Form:
Tyburn
What if boys were named for girls ?
What if girls were named for boys ?
Would girls play with cars and trains
or other sorts of toys ?
Would boys play with dolls and frills
or wear dresses - "Oh, so cute!"
Would everyone stay just the same
or would it be a "Hoot?"
What if men had the babies
and girls went off to war?
It would be a different world,
that's the only thing that's sure.
What would you choose your name to be
if you were the opposite sex ?
I do not know what mine would be,
but I certainly would be vexed.
Just imagine how it would seem
in such a Topsy-Turvy world.
So let's just keep it as it is...
Boys as Boys and Girls as Girls!
Categories:
turvy, funny, gender, humor, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Topsy-Turvy Love
Love turns the world upside down
slows the axial rotation
draws out passion’s sunset
compresses the hours together
shrinks the horizon to one face
cresting pillowed mountains.
5/2/2016
submitted to – Love Turns The World Around – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
turvy, confusion, love, lust, passion,
Form:
Verse
The Blue Jays home opener is April 8th
Weatherman's predicts snow, hate... hate... hate
Not civilized for sure
Outlook's damn poor
The world's topsy turvy, sure am irate
Categories:
turvy, weather,
Form:
Limerick
TOPSY TURVY
I am an orphan to my mother’s life.
See I did not know she was not inside.
She raised me as a child and who I saw made her image live.
I now find that an inner being fulfilled her and that was her inner core.
I am fostered by the need to grow into a hero.
I knew if I did well, my mother would also.
Not ever did I foresee the strife that was there and plus, I thought it was not real.
The struggle she was in came from a greater existence.
So Real
Life is.
Even when you see your world to be topsy-turvy
To fester negative thoughts is to find self-lost.
No one is there when going get tough and therefore, you may get in trouble.
Up against the wall, you swing out, only to find an empty space and a frustrated stance.
You know you are a woman then and not a man.
Why, you ask self.
However, no answer is given.
Your ticket was bought and what you thought was a way out of poverty.
Nevertheless, you looked and what you found was an index, your card of life and a projection to a lifestyle.
Yes, it is real.
Life is.
Believe in self and live.
Mustering the strength, I found myself suspended in time.
Is it evident I have been here?
What I did not know is that there were many worlds and I was the little girl lost in them.
You know I will grow.
You know I will be my own hero.
If this is not for sure, then I will be numeral Uno.
I am the only one to be noble.
Real
Life is.
Categories:
turvy, abuse, addiction, bereavement, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
Topsy-Turvy
"I WON'T sleep this side. I'll sleep there tonight!"
Though this demand was chimed with a soft voice,
As she might have thought protection of her right
He quickly deplored it, calling it some mere noise.
*
I wish Proprietor served customer on the counter-
(Restaurant's fidgety Clientele as its Attendant.)
Maybe, both will learn from this strange encounter
Like a parent from the children now independent.
You would surely piety Driver when he's passenger
visibly showing that the other is not up to scratch-
Face white with fear, he trusts not this stranger
thinking he is the real cloth; the other mere patch!
Same with Cook sitting for dinner on Master's table
While regular Diner is busy serving supper dishes...
Both might learn to muster wit and not loose warble
or yearn to desist from impractical or wild wishes!
Imagine; a Boxer and his Trainer exchanging roles
in the middle of the bout..."Player, do as I do now!"
Then the Trainer knocked down will say as he falls:
"It's the spectator who can better dodge a blow!"
*
In Life, we muster Reality when one has grown up
while still a child, you mull that everyone's a bother
Later when you're a parent, you find empty a Cup
you treasured whilst in the hands of an elder brother!
Life' s full of rippling images and imaginations wild
with which a lot we invest to correct or effect change.
This makes us dread Fire just like a burnt child
who meets injury by exploring impossibilities strange!
Nature's the greatest Teacher at the end of the day.
Hearken therefore, to laws of creation as they call
and loathe ye re-arranging it like chess mates at play
for, Topsy Turvy won't bestow ye any piece of thrall!
17th Sept' 2013
Categories:
turvy,
Form:
Quatrain
Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around
Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound
Aisle confusion ... bland XY liberty
Shopping cart illusion,
soap opera values so capsicum spicy
Taste the topsy turvy —
pungent pepper is lick savory salt
Can’t detect the lies
with the tainted sodium pentothal
Drop the fear pamphlets from the plane
Tell the rollercoaster peace lovers,
the war wheels ain’t gonna stop turning
But the churning of the spiel
is a casting couch deal ...
Evil deeds portrayed as good
Fake heroism co-starring as truth
Concerned citizens lounging aloof —
abject neglect is considered duty bound
So much wobbly noise,
got those bobble heads spinning around
Exorcist thrill-seekers
doing the demon mic drop
Mute answer the free-fall call
Cold cadaver lips spark passions hot,
but it’s hate ... not love
Topsy turvy logic
doing the jive turkey trot:
Pocket squeeze lung touch ain’t never enough
The dirty airflow plumage below
is filter sold as peacock strut clean from above
Big dollar squawk,
telly screams ‘bout Babel bauble riches
being stolen from the Tower vault
Pigeons and the hawks
got the sticky finger trigger resin itches,
and neither one wanna get caught
Topsy turvy,
profit margins ... turning up too small
Bottom line greed
has downright gotten so beanstalk tall
Topsy turvy ... snake oil speech
be viper lips moving so swervy
Up is down ... east is west
Wrong is right,
the more deserving gets less
Topsy turvy ... don’t be brotherly ear liberal,
generous heart gestures is a Cain alm no-no
Topsy turvy ... conservatism is the sold fault line divide
Recycled sin: plastic compassion
be the coin of the realm
Glossy lip service in wink action —
flippancy odds nod satisfaction is the same on either side
Topsy turvy ... saying mine is yours
No need to wonder how
a little spit starts a lot of world wars
Categories:
turvy, society, truth, wisdom, word
Form:
Rhyme
What if boys were named for girls?
What if girls were named for boys?
Would girls play with cars and trains,
Or other sorts of toys?
Would boys play with dolls and frills?
Or wear dresses - "Oh, so cute!"
Would everyone stay the same,
Or would it be a "Hoot"?
What if men had the babies?
What if the girls went off to war?
It would be a different world,
That's the only thing that would be sure.
What would you choose your name to be,
If you were the opposite sex?
I do not know what mine would be,
But, I certainly would be vexed.
Just imangine how it would seem,
In a Topsy - Turvy world...
So, let's just keep it as it is,
Boys as Boys, and Girls as Girls!
Categories:
turvy, funny
Form:
Rhyme
When the dawn of gaiety emanates
And sorrow seems to dissociate
When hard work is finally culminated
Distress seems to frown for revenge
When the past is cast into oblivion
And the present sews its shameless patches
Its ugly head appears to pierce through the seam
Breaking apart the lovely product of the present
On the verge of touching the future
A piece of the past falls
Spattering and interrupting the present
Preventing the midas touch of the future
When trust appears and seems to console
The present embraces it and clings on
And when effort propels you to future, trust disappears
When trust is neglected, present is devoid of future’s sight
When distress bursts out laughing, trust blames present
And present helplessly abnegates to trust again
With the touch of future as its collateral
But finally accepts trust’s betrayal as a wonderful plot
Categories:
turvy, confusion, betrayal, trust,
Form:
all behind me now
a memory of blue sky
a nebulous cloud haloing
darkness before me
mystery awaits the plunge
I peer sightless into dark
roots tendril to me
a grasping sight, intriguing
my golden curls dangle downward
imbalance betrays
I teeter on the abyss
enraptured, sound echoing
back lit baby fall
seek the navels ending point
heroine of day dreams, topple
leave the precipice
seek the joy of choice and fall
now, peeked, plunge, now called, now fall
What I would write based on picture 1 for my contest
Categories:
turvy, adventure, fear,
Form:
Choka
Topsy-turvy tomato
Hanging from my porch
Looking like I've hit the lotto
But maybe I'm torched
This may be a surprise
And you don't have a clue
The tomatoes should be such a prize
But I'm telling you
It has occured to me
When looking up I see
That I might have to climb
The nearest tree
To claim what
Delicious fruit
Truly belongs to me
Categories:
turvy, funny
Form:
Imagine if everything was topsy-turvy
The sky was a bright yellow green
Grass was a deep shade of crimson
The strangest darn sight you've seen
People walking around upside down
No need for wearing shoes
Six foot birds with smelly breath
A dog with a very loud mew
It would seem like a funny world
If all the pigs wore pants
An elephant doing a pirouette
Even crocodiles doing a dance
You'd eat some meat for a snack
For the main course only good stuff
Like some apple right-side-up cake
Which you could always get enough
What a topsy-turvy world it would be
If you greeted friends with “good-bye”
Total confusion would surely reign
Happy things would make you cry
Categories:
turvy, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagine if everything was topsy-turvy
The sky was a bright yellow green
Grass was a deep shade of crimson
The strangest darn sight you've seen
People walking around upside down
No need for wearing shoes
Six foot birds with smelly breath
A dog with a very loud mew
It sure would seem like a funny world
If all the pigs wore pants
An elephant doing a pirouette
Even crocodiles doing a dance
You'd eat some meat for a midnight snack
For the main course only good stuff
Like some apple right-side-up cake
Which you could always get enough
What a topsy-turvy world it would be
If you greeted friends with “good-bye”
Total confusion would surely reign
Happy things would make you cry
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
turvy, humor,
Form:
Quatrain