Tie On Poems | Examples

Over The Top

Sun up you're up time's up get up 
light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around
chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out
kids up mom's not
suit up tie on press down the thumb go-round
then down back up flip down to pull knot-up
turn-round looks-round grin up aplomb all done
drive on downtown park up lockdown press up
look-round liked sound work bound all-round
onto a room, found pot a brewed on two
drop up on top the cup a brewed
a tongue go-round fresh ground abound go all
around or down more down but not the ground
looks-round clock found heads down aground
looks-round, and found, holds-up brewed cup
time's up fun's done work bound must run
had fun all done kids off yes Hon what's up
we've a meeting at ten--not again, I said, no Xbox--thought 'twas for me ... oh is it any wonder?

Lets Tie On An Owl

let’s tie on an owl said the buzzed professor at the bar
I did not know what he meant, but pretended I did.
there is one outside, under the moon, next to Venus star
I followed him out for I was an inebriated easily-led kid.

the owl was perched on a tree with a pencil carved limb.
he watched carefully as the professor tied a striped tie on him
will he keep it on? I asked, noticing my arms were still slim.
don’t know but we did it, so let’s celebrate said my new pal Jim.

Stop Light Operators Go On Strike, 'Bring Back Casual Friday' Headlines Read

the little mice
that operate
traffic lights
recently went
on strike.

they said 
it was the working
conditions, 
but if we're 
being honest,
I think it was
because last
year the city
banned 
casual fridays.

have you ever
seen a mouse
try to put 
a tie on? It's a 
tough ask for
their little paws.

anyway, in their
absence, the city
emergency hired
frogs to code-switch
reds & greens.

it's great to see
little amphibians
march to work
in their ties,
but their clammy
little hands 
are a traffic
terror.

The Reset Button

Career has developed huge glands
a surrogate, closing the eyes from loved ones.
Suit and tie on the pages of priority
sucking life away until age loses its lubricant.
Banks hold the candy, but only stored in the oceans
virtual becoming more real than evident links
absorbing trust, kindness and patience to make humanity less.
Power tussle of nations to show who owns the pie
while poverty and greed slips underneath to make it taste sour.
Religion and sectional identity, emerging lords
never voted for, yet mandated to sting.
What matters the most matters less
and what matters less is craved the most,
a lesson unlearned, not until attacked by a virus.
Lockdown necessitates a two-day hold of papa’s hand, 
which is a hundred times more than the previous ten years.
Societal red flags normalized for the world to move fast,
family is life, to love is also to live.
When basics are complicated, the world needs a reset
no thanks to affliction, history still is the teacher.
Family, love and happiness, others should remain appendages
this should be on every flag when we are set free.

The Snow Ball

The first grade students, two by two,
Marched in to our applause, 
Their dressed-up outfits, top hats, too,
Gave all a smiling pause.

They danced the twist and cha cha slide,
All perfectly rehearsed,
Sang “Winter Wonderland” and “Frosty,”
Every child well-versed.

A touching sweet rendition of
“I Am Your Child” brought tears
And cotton snowballs tossed aloft
Precipitated cheers.

We watched our grandson slide and stomp,
His brand-new bow tie on
And beamed with pride while wondering
Where all the years have gone.

First grade is halfway over;
It’s been wonderful to share
Events like these and hopefully,
We always will be there.

I Had a Little Mimic Once

I had a little mimic once when I was about twelve.
If my hair was in a ponytail, she would tie her hair in a ponytail.
If I was wearing an apron, she would tie on an apron.
If I laughed at a joke, she laughed, but more loudly, like she did not get it.
I asked her politely a few times to please dial it back a bit.

But anything I said
She repeated.
Anything I did, she did.
Just a few seconds later.

She would not stop.
She could not stop.
She told me she tried,
But no matter what, if I did it or said it, she did it or said it too.

It got so annoying my family finally moved away to get rid of them.
Because her mother was also mimicking my mother, and her father was mimicking my father
And they apparently disliked it even more than I did.

Rakhi For My Brother

Rakhi to my brother



No distances can part
no bearing can breach ...

As tender strings of rakhi
I tie on my brother's wrist,
Send heartwarming wishes
to Illuminate those paths,
that we traversed together 
Holding each other's hands.

He reciprocates with a gift
my fav he has always known,
Vows to stand by
In all thick and thin,
His pat on my back 
and caress on head hearten,
Many nostalgic memoirs
recalled to brighten.

You my brother 
I can always count on,
and lean on ...
Words fail me.

Those wonderful years
throughout my life,
spent in fun and pun,
Many blissful moments
some tears shed,
Laughter and scoldings,
Tiring little games
Homework giggles,
lovely vacations together.

Cute hard chases
around in the courtyard,
Climbs of mulberry
amidst beehives,
Winning brought cheers
while losing gave sigh,
Etched in souls
are memories so sweet.

You my brother
Rise and shine,
Wish be the best ...
bubbling as always, 
Sparkle forevermore.


Written August 7, 2017 
For my dear brother Vasu

Pull the Bull

Pull the bull 


Walking in a street chewing 
The grain color of brown  sound 
of teeth lips of camel 

Never understand why everyone 
eat and drink 
 To give energy to their 
Soul 

Pull the bull to bring the 
Love like you pray for 
Gain of  hot ride in bullcard 

Bone of fish stuck in a nail of 
Legs bell of rope tie on the neck
 to pull the bull 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Metric Meteology

An absorbent allotment. And a pile of interestingly aligned vegetables is merely a soup pot in a ground. Garden then. Wow. Swooshing a washing basket. Swapping sunglasses for a basin bomb. And sausages form an orderly queue. Wow. Wishy washy turpentine. Trousers in a cycle are dresses drying in paint. Code of coffee tables. Arriving then is an out of tune pancake song. Flat. Experience no exciting existential exotic earthworm then. Tidal bead is a clap clap clap. And pistol whipping is a whale in a circular skirt and a suit and tie on a supermarket often goes for long walks in the countryside. So speaketh the elephants, bins, saliva's, and a salvia plant. 7001 statements of intent huddled together with 5 rhyming couplets, a haiku, and a waving comma. Hahaha liquidise then deliver. Hahaha tong of tusk. Hahaha platoon partying. Xxxx dusky dwarf dance. Xxxx and a rate of interest rates speedily heading up a mountain pass. Xxxxx meteologist z z z with the obligatory p y q.

A Lost African Child

A LOST AFRICAN CHILD

You lost African child,
Who will find you in the wood?
What is your name and whose
Name are you bearing, your mother's or father's?
Do you know where your home town is?
Do you know that your sister was sold into 
Marriage which is against our tradition?
Do you know the dance of your home town?
After the contaminated hand shake, you were
Lost in stupid to the foreign land.
The Bible had made you left the village to the street,
The book which you where unknown how it was written but you came and pick it up like a fool.
You were taught how to carry the gun instead
Of you tending the shrine that your father left in tears.
You lost African child! Can you dance Atilogwu?
You now look at us as if we are speaking in a stranger tongue because you can't speak your mother's tongue.
When shall you return to tend the farmland?
When shall you unknot the tie on your neck and wear of goat's skin and dance bare footed in the village?
Has civilization taken toll on you?
Have you forgotten your root, cultural heritage?
Come home lost African child, visit and see those tall tress still waiting at your arriver in tears.

Why Am I

what was my name? asked the passing wind,
how do i know... humming a song, the wind 
passes the wood hopping and jumping on the path

why am i standing here? asked the drifting cloud,
how do i care... embracing the trees of the mountainside,
the cloud drifts buoyantly dancing and bouncing around

what am i doing here? asked the blazing sun high above,
it’s none of my concern... throwing burning fire to the earth,
the sun moves west while beckoning a reddened glow

why am i still here? asked a leaf fording rapids,
you may have an inseparable tie on this troubled world...
as if sighs and sobs, the leaf roams on water with murmur

when can i be there on the other side of the world?
asked the stars above a field of shriveled reeds,
one of such dark and frightening nights
where the blizzard whips and tears the broken reeds...
the stars fell on swaying reeds became a chilly downpour rain

Atime

A time for peace, the dove replies
as over the tree-tops he flies.
A time of want...
grumbles, the angry ant,
A time for hunger, roars the lion
with his best tie on.
A time to stop, admire the view
said the giraffe in the zoo.
Silence speaks a thousand words
chatter all the humming birds.
Hee-Haw; hee haw brays the ass
let the time of laughter pass.
Tears come and tears go
rambles tortoise, oh so slow..
A time to live, a time to die
Though only God knows why!

Raithlin's Dream

Though young I am and small
A dragon I shall find
I'll tie on reins and ride around
For sure she will not mind

To seas of glass we'll go
Or to the shaded wood
She'll take me to a charming prince
Who both is rich and good

A castle he shall have
A white one tall and great
We there shall live a life that's grand
Oh, what a perfect fate!

A ballroom shall we have
A ballroom fit for kings
All filled with gold and precious gems
And pretty silken things

A royal court we'll have
All filled with men and maids
We'll also have a royal guard
Of tried and trusted blades

We'll live a life of joy
My dragon, prince, and I
We'll sing and dance and shout and play
Until the day we die

Puppetry

Today I feel grounded, I'm missing my wings
Your hands feel so cool as they tie on my strings
With such a precision, you make the decision
Paramour's cage will become my prison
Where are you now when I need you the most
Fastening more strings to my little toes
For you make me shiver and dance as you please
Fold at the arms and bend at the knees
Stimulate me so we're inches apart
Your breath on my face, the pound of my heart
Awkwardly prancing, I feel such a fool
But common knowledge I'd do ANYTHING for you
Instigate me so I shift and I bend
How can you do this?
We're meant to be friends
You dont see the pleading in my wooden eyes
To cut all these strings, allow me to fly
Step down as the master, let me be human
Your attitude conflicting my own acumen

Landscape of the Truth

when one thinks about the truth go's  down the cave of are 
 love are called angular rivers across the 
landscape of the resistance
we know
 the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
 yourself or a mourning of 
the absolute risk with the...
 ...air cleared up visions of our heaven...
 comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt 
and ...
...the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary 
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
You have already seen how mediocre
 the kiss of a stranger who just about him looking 
and does not want to experience what love is 
the rays 
of happiness 
envy the way of the whirlwind
 of what beatified become 
as a mystery of love  's
 grace the delusional idea 
of the rich figureheads
 who experience what the cold
 told how urgently needed the perfection 
of an underground language that plague lackeys peace 's
 founders can get yourself a crown of magic and dwarfed 
around the trees of interaction 
the wind refreshing shape
 stormed the poet's responsibility
 of the extended bet a wordless dictation wishing for
 others to use as an image curve do cry 
engraved paper to the house of loyalty

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