Mommy is doing her very best
To God in heaven
She leaves the rest
Dear baby
Everyday seems to try and drag mommy down
But because of you sweet boy of mine
My frown turns upside down
Dear baby
You light my way in the darkest times
Remind me to live in the present
And fill my cup to the tip top line
Dear baby
I love you so
You saved my life
Even if your not aware
You’ll grow and grow
And someday you’ll know
What a blessing your heart became to mine
Dear baby
Together we pray each and every night
For a safe and peaceful
Next morning light.
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)
With my girlfriend in tip top condition
To film sex scenes for late television
She got sick in bed
So I went instead
And was heckled with spiteful derision
Well their laughter had made me feel silly
As I stood there butt naked and chilly
They said, “Get a hair dryer,
Or an electric fire,
For you sure need to warm up that willy.”
The director called three naked geezers
Who he said were real audience pleasers
Then he looked at my lot
And said, “Let’s get this shot,
With my new close up lens… and some tweezers.”
Grabbed a sock and ran home in the nuddy
And I tripped in a field, wet and cruddy
But I’d slipped on the sock
So my girl got a shock
When just one bit of me wasn’t muddy
*
That’s my self respect gone for a burton…
Then the morning sun shone through my curtain
I awoke in my bed
“Only dreaming,” I said
But I took a quick peek to be certain
everyday i trip over things
still smiling
the closer i get to you
everyday i learn about other things
brain filing
knowing your heart is true
i always wanted to take a vacation
at the resort of your love
the view is always nice there
blessed by Heaven Above
i always take the suite at the very tip top
i will always choose you, so perfectly sweet is every drop
though both of your knees now are bone on bone,
i assure you that no matter what, you will never be alone
one thing i assure you that will accrue
is the EverLasting Love in my heart for you
I am A Night Owl
By: Noel N. Villarosa
June 4, 2022
Staring long at the laptop
My workplace is quiet
Active and mentally tip top
I am an owl that flies at night
Night sorting and engaging that way
Was a man deep in his thinking
Working with a good employer that will stay
Energy peaks naturally in the evening
With refreshed curious eyes
I cast my shadow on a resting morning lark
I took over his time taking calls on the rise
I make a living, if not in the dark
I am alone in my room
It’s just me and the moon
If I failed to bring you where flowers bloom
At the end of shift work, I’ll talk to you too soon
Everything is going right at night
It only takes a search, analysis, and brilliant call
The right approach will make me see the light
Finding matched criteria, I can relate them all
You are much like me, I guess
We have ups and downs
But would you pity more, or we say less
If there’s nothing to offer, I’ll see you around
I will watch you in the dark while dreams run
For the only place that fits my work
I work from home, closer to my loved ones
To feel the breeze reveals another dawn to spark
Also posted on my LinkedIn account.
Under the umbrella
is the illusion in collusion
about the conclusion
Of the storm
It is here
Leak...LEak...LEAK
to the tip top peak
of the American pie
The walls are falling
Babies bawling
...fists
to the Eastern sky
Yelling to the tower
WHY!?!
Why won't the eagle fly
Saving souls that lie
Open, naked, barren
on the desert floor
........the eagle doesn't fly anymore.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-22
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
The clock ticks at twelve,
The sun reaches the zenith,
The day hits its peak.
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
Contest: Games - Mental or Physical
Sponsor: William Kekaula
in the city of York, an English town
odd old buildings of russet brown
surround damp streets of cobblestone
pathways finding the party zone
jesters strike around half past noon
slapdash fellas crash the shambles saloon
with a splish splash, they dab a bath
the last stop on their dead-beat path
zag scalawags like to rally
at a mish-mash mosh pit sally
peaking the patter of jibber-jabber
through chit-chat and blasé blabber
the tip-top flip-flop clip clap crowd
are to the man vocally self-endowed
their tight tongues tied in a tangle
wag with rhythmic jingle jangle
hip hop beats on the radio
shadow rhythms entwine in stereo
with tic toc crisscross tapping toes
lift a cadence from depths below
when two pass noon at the shambles saloon
the characters mirror a black cartoon
days pass and quietly echo
dark portraits show tin art deco
Ones plot is as one does
it is the connection with God
and the rails of reality
love thy plot
for without
you are shot
a lost plot may never be recovered,
a rogue plot may never be captive,
an abuse plot may never amuse,
a removed plot may leave you unclued.
I once lost my plot
my plot I lost
I asked "have you seen my plot?"
but they had not,
they asked "where was it last?"
but I had forgot,
as I went shot,
I'd lost the plot.
so lord God, our maker of plot,
we thank you, we thank you a lot,
please protect our plot
in the cold and too the hot
in the healthy and in the rot
weather old or in the cot
or animal, robot,
in the street and in the shop,
as we walk or as we hop,
as we boil upon the hob,
or mouthing with our gob,
when we sit upon the bog,
as the car kills the frog,
or I handle my knob
build fire with the, log
lord God save us and our plot,
and protect us from shot.
and if lord God I say you're not,
then I've got not my plot,
as you sit tip top as our God
with gigantic plot
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
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.
Ribbon layers of peach,
tangerine, yellow and violet
colored streamers of varied
dimensions overlap
While bridging evening sky
the last of the sun's rays
ignite different hues overwhelming
ones sense of sight
As its impression is reflected
off mirrored surface of the lake
Snow crystals hug lakes shores
stopping any water from
escaping its banks
In its background towering
trees minus all leaves just
sticks for limbs poke out
the tip top a bit bushy from
multitude of twigs
Even their image is echoed
off slick glass like water
Sky softens as it kneels
touching the horizon where
they seem to merge together
with a dark barrier of dirt
All melts into others or reflected
off watery mirror
With snow bringing it all together
Yet the sky gives false
hope of warmths welcoming
glow to this captivating
panoramic backdrop
This is an older poem!
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!
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