Short Tip Top Poems

the last leaf to leave
knows the tip top of the tree
as she falls,leaves...

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The clock ticks at twelve, 
The sun reaches the zenith, 
The day hits its peak....

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To whom does he smile at
With a tip-top approbation of doggedness
Neglecting the pleasure of the period?

To whom does he cheer
With a reverberating extant sound?
Nobody but he who buckles down...

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Listen to poem:

Twisting Twirling Tatiana

Tatiana tried the taunt trampoline,
The Tribune tattler Thadeus touted,
triumphed as the town's tip-top teen,
takes the title, "Tatiana" they shouted.

2020 January 11...

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                                              The sentinel cats
                                     Guard post tip top of the house
                                            Growing winter coats...

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Grabbing hold of my life at this very late stage
About time don't ya think, I'm on the last page
As the numbers suggest
But got lotsa years left
Forever in great shape, if that's any gauge ...

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Waiting eyes 


 tip top tip top like a rain drop 
 taak taak taak taak i knock the door 
 it open with the walk of snake 
 ........
my eyes are still waiting for your reply my princess  ...



with love all 
jagdish bajantri...

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Why so low,
why so down,
face of, 
a crying clown.

Tip top,
don't drop.
Chin up,
for reasons that you don't know,
the sky filled with snow.

Writers block,
songs sound a note,
freedom is near,
no need to fear,
just the fallen snow,
long ago....

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It is official,
Those who count voted,
Boysenberry Ripple Ice cream,
Made by tip top of NZ,
Is the best ice cream in NZ, 
And possibly on the planet.

It also happens to be my favourite,
By a country Mile,
And I can't wait to tell my family, 
Who think that I should be embracing salted caramel,
Really....

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Come Spring

Gnarled limbs know the pain
In the change that comes in the weather;
Once they were lithe, did graceful ballet
Tip top on a partner’s shoulder endeavor.

Thermometers climbed to new heights,
But fell frozen in the night,
Whispering, Whispering, “you’ll be all right”,
When the red buds return abloom....

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Stand.
Deliver.
This musical quiver
from the ceiling tip top 
of the high stratosphere-
Wait.
Ignition.
A fluid revision
like lightning in notes
we can taste as we hear-
Breathe.
Composing.
sounds for supposing
a dream blown explosion
to tether each psyche unique-
Rise.
Finale.
While hands to clap rally
a standing ovation
the height of these lungs at their peak-...

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I is as dirty as dirty can be
Cause I is just a pig you see
I wallow around in my lovely sty
Your cleanliness rules just don’t apply
I love the mud, that gooey stuff
And as to the odor, I can’t get enough
The stuff they feed me, you call it slop
Well, I think it’s great, really tip- top
I have no worries, no not a one
But the dog just said ,”Go on, have fun-
For if I’m not mistaken,
                   You soon will be bacon..”
 

2/18/16...

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Were very hot, trembling thighs 
like in frying pan, you sizzled
looking around for ladders.

Then you crashed on the charged
net like a mosquito, exploding
in white flame- tip,tip-top.

Pungent smoke rises,of 
smoldering flesh. I was afraid
of drums, the fierce sounds.

Your song has been left behind.
Stolen piece. Love has become a
terror asking for ransom.
Living fossil. Taking it all, you did’t
deserve the garbage. The string
of wasted years.


Satish Verma...

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Along this path,
I walk, as I spy
by the pond,

red thorns growing,
from the tree trunk,
of this dignified tree.

All the way to
the tip top I see,
them on this,

enchanting tree,
  such a marvel,
  I behold,

of this bewitching,
   tree so rare,
    indeed,

even thorns,
   on the branches,
such a awesome,

thing of nature,
placed here at
  Lowell ponds.

wrote 9-17-08   Note here:  if anyone knows what kind of tree this is, please let me know....

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