Long Tip top Poems
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Tip Top Gentleman
Eve of drama fun of mine
Laugh of fragrance smash
Of tomatoes in a glass of ....
Candy spices of horizon change
orange to white casu
Nuts
In a shadow night my heart is
Calling you loandiyo Kab tak
goom naam basti Mai diya jalogi
Today or tomorrow like the seconds past while even passing on writing this my feelings are crazy for your
Beauty of eyes which
Stares at me on the screen
Shall you like to teach
Tip Top Gentleman
How to tease while
I dance in our memories
You're so far like you're
As near as i....... Love you
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
I remember my cousin so adventurous
Carpe Diem was the way he lived
In the fast lane his motive was obvious
Now without him life is
One big cul de sac
Back then I drank Tip Top
For the first time
our mixer
was Drink O’ Pop
This came tipping arcade game machines
Over with crowbars and looting the coins
When I came home
on holidays from boarding school
I heard Eon was chewed by an Alsatian
On the thigh he boxed at him
What was a laugh
Doors grind at his own thighs
By not listening to his dad
His mom took a jab at his pride
Asking jokingly did you try
to cut of your birdie?
Hee hee !
Drunk like a skunk
Falling in slump
Gosh when I think about you cuz
It brings back a lump…
Form:
Time’s up
mind’s plucked
watch me cave in
rhymes suck
my luck
hair’s wearing thin
corrupt
destruct
stops me thinking
clocks stuck
bell struck
sound silencing
Now I told you the minds plucked
first line look
write the hook
tip top tin pot I’m all shook up
lips lock can’t talk words in a book
flip flop fell off feet feel the muck
this rhyme of mine now starts to cook
Grapes with stems and apples with pips in
baking tin's hot for mashing cakes in
microwaves hum the smells you’re craving
visual treat the way this laying
succulent senses smells utensils
music playing instrumentals
banana berries you see genitals
banana cock with very berry balls
admittedly imagery imaginary calamity
the title says forced not fabulously
perspective talent I have or haven't
clear to see or transparent
a fight night fight knight fights fight knights
fighting fighters fighting fights
right through the night 'til early light
it's quite a sight when fight knights fighting
fight knights fighting fighters fighting fights fight all night
forced but great
cook or bake
walnuts cakes
waste of space
pick out of place
left on plates
cake fills waist
rhyme overrates
I say it straight
this page you save
bookmark cook shart
favourites hook hearts
great hits honk large
grey bits bonk hard
you think I'm
bonkers
more like plonkers pond cars boats
random words I just float
flash dance
gash glance
entrance
splash pants
drains fast
seepage
expands
stains grand
up set
get set
marks
won’t go
on show
all know
ball bag blow
fool go home
rhyme it like you're mental
do it with pen not pencil
don't rub it out write it again
I know a penguin poet called Gwen
no go again mean this poem's a gem
Time’s up mind’s plucked watch me cave in
rhymes suck my luck hair’s wearing thin
corrupt destruct stops my thinking
and no I haven't been foster drinking
6/25/21
It began with a tip off
This ain't the time or place for flip flops
God damn boy, I sip lots
It was or wasn't a twist off
Using glass instead of a zip lock
While pushing for past the tip top
Bi*** stop
You can kick rocks
It pops
Off a lot
Some do the Crip walk
Far too often people s*** talk
In a fit of rage, many got flipped off
Afterward there was six shots
From a gripped Glock
Not no flintlock
For those that witnessed it shocked
A continual drip drop
And constant tick tock
Regarding real life realize it's not
No game or one bit soft
Had ups and downs but never did stop
On any side of the hill top
While below or on a cliff top
Remained grounded or reached lift off
Gone beyond hip hop
Remained in a gridlock
All of it brought
Happiness or being pissed off
Felt emptiness or filled to the top
Adapt, move on, remember opportunity still knocks
You either will or will not
Could end it all if I pill pop
While wearing a silk top
Went right for the kill shot
It’s been over nine years now
That the coup against Trump
Has been rolling and rolling on
Relentlessly.
First we had Russiagate
Starting at the very tip top
Flowing down the Deep State slope to
Settle into an investigation
Which did nothing
But tie up a legitimately elected administration
For years.
Then came the actual coup
With stolen election
And trumped up insurrection charges.
And when it became clear Trump wasn’t done
We got lawfare at it’s best,
Over and over again.
And when that failed
At least two assassination attempts
Certainly got everyone’s attention.
Today the lies of those infected with TDS
Continue to flow
Simply because nothing has changed
Within their minds,
And likely never will.
Is this a significant threat to law and order?
No, because the only ones with power today
Carrying on the coup
Are the media,
That is if you ignore the dozen or so states
Which carry on the resistance
Like WWII Japanese soldiers
Stranded on some island without a clue
The war they fought and lost ended long ago.
And yet the coup flows on
Soon to enter it’s second decade,
Which has to be a record
For any first world nation.
(8/22/25)
Teresa!?!
~Tanner!
Terribly
Tardy?
Ticktock ;)
~Time?
T-minus
10
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2
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12:00am!
~2020!!!
2020!!!
Tequila
Toast!
~Tequilla
Toast—
To
2020!!!
To
2020!!!
~Terviseks!
Terviseks!
~Tasty :)
Tequilla
Tesoro
~Tesoro?
Translated
"Treasure"
~Tasty
Treasure ;)
Top-notch!
~Tip-top!
(tender
touch...)
~Terrific
Timing :)
Terrific
Time...
~Totally
Thoughts?
~Tired
Terrible
Timing :(
~Terribly
Tuckered.
Together
Tonight?
~Together
Tomorrow?
Together
Today!
12:00pm :)
~That's
True!
Today,
12:00pm :)
Terrific!
~Till
Then—
Tootles!
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01/18/2020
Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with or sound like the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :)
Disclaimer: This poem is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. The names used are ficticious and were chosen to satisfy the requirements of the poetry form.
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
Written By: D. Collins 8/30/17
When a soldier is wounded all jokes go away.
Until they return what we must do is pray.
The team stands down from any further missions.
Awaiting that soldier’s return in tip top condition.
When a soldier goes down we rally behind them.
Sharing the love, like real women and men.
Whatever they are facing we experience it, too.
Having empathy for what they are going through.
Their current situation is only temporary.
Resilience will win over, undoubtedly.
A soldier never remains behind enemy lines.
Without question, it won’t happen this time.
So, strap up your boots, and put on your gear.
Every member of the team is needed back here.
We’re awaiting your return to go out in force.
But, please take your time bouncing back, of course.
He is a runner. I used to be too
Which is why I do not wear heels
Or even slippery sandals to school.
I am in tennis shoes but he is fast.
Only five-years-old and no doubt
an Olympic contender.
“Catch that kid!” I yell up the hallway.
Two other teachers corner him.
He jumps over both of their heads.
Bounding toward the outside door.
An Olympic jumper too.
What about that! The kids cheer.
I head out the door
Chasing him through the playground.
He climbs up to the tip top
Where no one is supposed to go.
Not even the sixth graders go there.
I am impressed.
I try to act stern as I beg him to come down.
Bribery does not work a wit. I am impressed!
GO TO THE HEAD OF THE CLASS
Go to the head of the class. Colorful heads snapped into plastic bases or classic wooden heads. Roll and move, stepping on desks. Teacher pretends not to notice. You're venerated based on your perfect answers in examination. Milton Bradley blackboard at the front of the board room. Peashooting and penmanship affects your standing in class. No one expects perfect attendance in homeschool circa 1968. Mystery Date is for shallow players. You’ll earn that graduation cap by flipping knowledge on its head.
99 desk tops
tip-top 100
victory through knowledge
…as for your mystery date —
ask lots of questions
10/12/2020
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