Short Toppled Poems
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Terrible tornados toppled trees tearing trenches through the terrain,
“Took my tonsils,” told Timmy Thompson, “like taking a tongue twister train.”
My feelings are a house of cards,
My will is the glue,
Without the will of wisdom,
They would be toppled by you.
Where, pray tell .. is my wisdom?
Stone pillars erected against the gales,
Silenced in buried secrets deep.
Hurled discourse from crested toppled waves,
Endless tattle tossed in a heap.
on edge all my life
easily toppled over
rue this day today
my ribs are blown wide open
and butterflies fly away
By
David Kavanagh
Roomed spaces turned upside down
Not for their toppled columns
Of it, mark what's erased.
By the once husband and wife
Ruled over as co-regents
Love's empire. They debased.
Talk about windy, a record breaker by far
A crane toppled over crushing a bunch of cars
No one was killed
Amazes me still
The goodest luck time to head for the bars
Will never forget my first real love, Mary Ross
Toppled head over heels, so cuddly and soft
Was blown away
In love's sweet ballet
Think of her still though to another I'm betrothed
I fell, I dropped, I collapsed, I toppled, she said.
I thought I would tumble and roll, then I’d be dead.
My words did not come, they did not arrive at all.
She wanted sympathy, this crazy woman, Ms. Ball.
I sit and enjoy my beautiful tree,
lights sparkle and shine for all to see!
Until my cats climbed in it tonight,
it's now a dark, toppled over fright!
12/18/2020
Contest: Christmas Chastushka
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Mayday tomorrow,
but the pole has been toppled,
the good earth churned by munitions,
and then seeded with Claymore mines.
There will be no dancing on rubble ruins,
as we bury desecrated corpses,
this year’s harvest will be lean.
A throne of bones and a crown toppled,
Bodies trampled around the Holy grail of blood.
A minister with a broken spine,
A queen with a sewn mouth,
And a lone king at the peak,
While his subjects lay on the chess board.
I once had a dream.
But living in its shadow
became all I knew.
Then I saw it again.
More glorious than I remembered.
More precarious than I realized.
When I reached for it, it toppled.
Crushed beneath, I no longer see
the dream, the shadow, me.
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I bowed for the story line.
Hunched over in suspense,
I hung-out for the punch line.
The twists of plot
lured me to the edge.
I could see the lede
lying buried below me.
Reaching in to grab it,
I toppled over, fell right in,
and became the story line.
Black smoke turning to gray,
Strong icons toppled,
On that day.
People of the world they say,
Great Heros were lost,
On that day.
Rising from the dusty way,
Our symbol of freedom,
On that day.
A nation that will not lay,
But did unite,
On that day.
I stood too long
in the public square
strangers wearing masks
desecrated my presence
tossed paint upon my visage
roped and toppled me
shattered my past
erased my future
all because I paused
to gaze upon the beauty
of a common ground
John G. Lawless
7/16/2020
Many years from now when my feeble hair resembles
a glazing mountain's peak toppled with snow...
will I will regret youth's gone splendor?
Somehow its joyful yearning
can offer much comfort and hope:
that where I'm going its beauty wil be restored...
as when time was eternal.
Rhonda invited some guest for Evening tea.
Sandwiches, scones n cakes made her glee.
Lil Sam was not allowed, his mind mischiefs
He hides two mice in Nanny's kerchief.
For the Contest Chastuska Me
Judge:- Dr. Ram Mehta
Date:- August 27,2014
By:- Zoe Life
CYCLONE HAIKUS
Mighty trees once proud
No match for destructive winds
Toppled to the ground
Loud and angry howls
Powerful and mighty gusts
All heads bow in fear
Winds rage night and day
No way to cover our ears
To drown out the sound
For the Sandy Hook Newtown
children and their mentors
Rondelet: Rat-a-tat-'tat
Rat-a-tat-'tat
Rattle staccato riddle tumble
Rat-a-tat-'tat
Toppled children scatter rat-tat
Innocent voices all tremble
Rifled trillions sure-fire treble
Rat-a-tat-'tat
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Dragon gnarling gaze
The fire mouthed beast gurgling
Deluges of flood
And creation cringe
Before the broiling fire, razed
All things with desire
Toppled thrones, doomed kings
Mangled and twisted in wrath
Shambles to the bone
Melting citadels
Smoke choked lungs screams sin's silence
We crumbled to ash
Florence, the perfect city.
Oh great David.
How you toppled a giant.
Oh Dante, the greatest there ever was,
Or ever will be.
Through sin you rose to the highest heavens.
Domed brilliance, catching the morning sun.
Swift Arno flowing through you.
But then alas the evening train-
Must carry me away.
Under the old oak tree
Undying memories
Until tornado winds
Undid that tree, your grave
Unveiled huge toppled stump
Uplifted her through air
Unfound- Felisha Cat.
April 30, 2021
Contest: Pleiades U
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
True Story~ May 2018
(only a piece of her gravestone, was found)
you gave a bajou
and the summer rain
toppled and confused
we left under our own accords
In the morning
we recanted,
sitting in misery
you said you never loved us
we tried to stroke our bruised egos
but the arcane wind was chaffing,
with the rest of your friends
we sweetly languished
unkissed by the dawn
The ghost of Judy Garland
Is visible at night:
Amphetamine-white phantom
Floats through the moon-mist light.
The Emerald City’s toppled,
The yellow bricks are dust,
And Dorothy’s dead in Kansas;
Tin Woodman’s gone to rust.
The ghost of Judy Garland is audible as well—
New York, New York’s her kind of town—
Manhattan-angel’s Hell.
You can be restless all the time.
Claws.
Reaching with ghost tentacles.
No mouth.
It is possible to feel like poisonous lavender.
Jolted by other types of senses.
Rising.
You can be restless all the time.
You’re the holes in cheese blocks multiplying.
Bug eyes.
You can be restless all the time.
Toppled over trash can with a body in it.