Take heart amid violent storms
Triggered by others' ignorance;
For elephants ignore all worms
Who coil under its titanic might.
Swim on to that higher clime
Where giants dine and wine;
For all closer shores promise
No treat above common line.
Strive for the luminous sun
Or hurtle down into oblivion;
Forfeit sure ground's safety
On which no medals shone.
And pine not over stale waters
That neither luck nor tiptop wit
May recoup despite their clout;
Chase fresh prize with iron grit.
Categories:
tiptop, allusion, anxiety, blessing, christian,
Form: Didactic
She looked far off to the west
At the tiptop of the mountain range was snow
What was that black thing?
She got out her binoculars.
It was a mountain goat!
She put the binoculars down and reached her arms up high.
When she got to the goat, he jumped into her hands.
She dropped him when she got him right up close
Because the closer her hands came to her body
The bigger he got.
Plucked him off as a speck
and now that big boy weighed
at least two hundred pounds!
Her husband came out and took a look at him.
Would you please quit doing that? He asked.
It was tough being married to a sorceress.
Categories:
tiptop, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
Categories:
tiptop, age, allegory, allusion, betrayal,
Form: Elegy
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
Categories:
tiptop, christian, destiny, god, heaven,
Form: Didactic
I CAN’T BE SATAN’S SERVANT.
I could be an awful pimp,
To sell-off girls’ womanhood cheap,
Disregarding their blood-tear weep
When men dragging their virginity in creep
But I can’t be Satan’s servant.
I could hear a beggar and skip
A biggest gambler Cards to flip
A notorious killer knife to stab deep
To shed blood and sweep
But I can’t be Satan’s servant.
I could mess with girl’s right to left hip
Twenty operation per day never to sleep
My tongue to torture their upper to lower lip
Trigger their innocent emotions to leap
But I can’t be Satan’s servant.
I could beat the weak with a scornful whip
And cool their thirsty with water for drip,
Never to let them take a nap
And proud myself a guy of tiptop
But I can’t be Satan’s servant
Categories:
tiptop, religion,
Form: Rhyme
I'm searching for a new man.
(My lemon quit on me.)
I'm a discerning seeker.
(The smallest dent, I'll see!)
I want a younger fellow;
(Low mileage is a must.)
Required is great get-up-and-go
(an engine with no rust).
He should desire me in his lap.
(Seat warmers feel so good.)
He's gotta be in tiptop shape.
(I'll know what's under the hood!)
Low-maintenance, I value.
(oil changes quarterly)
He must look good and make me proud.
(Buffed shine, I love to see.)
Trustworthiness, I so desire.
(Don't like those tow truck calls!)
He must always keep pace with me.
(Don't want a thing that stalls.)
April 1, 2017--entered in Brian Strand's April 2017 Premier Contest
Categories:
tiptop, humor, relationship,
Form: Quatrain
Talkative
Lady romantic came shaking bag green
Her habit is different mixing without aim
Not care of colleagues what they are talking
Starts to leave gossip as if bullet train
Red lipstick in purple lip is her favorite color
Green short and white pant with shoe tiptop
Curly hear brownish half sleeve in it
Black belt in waist simple looks her talkative
Friends and circles stop dialogue upon her arrival
Poor guys all know they should hear a lot from her
Creamery skin of her body dazzles as white as
Talkative title is famous for her she loves even to hear for
Odd habit she has got in mid of her talks
Loves to attract friends' attention must be paid towards
Touches every one and rolls eyes who are curious
Her guess stands accurate as if fashion of modern
Spending hours crashing grass she pass time always
Flee friends before hand as they notice her from far
Lady romantic is hip hop in the area by name miss brown
In absence of her people glee talkative so far.
5/1/2016
Deepak Chalise
Categories:
tiptop, fantasy, green, joy, women,
Form: Blank verse
This is my journey
Through words and phases
Some may hurt
Some may love
Some may save
Others may cut you down
This is my journey
Although it may seem I am lost
But I really know where my heart lies
These words are knowledge
These words are experience
These words are life long accomplishments
This is my journey
Timid and afraid
Strong and bold
I conquer my demons
I vanquish my critics
The sky is no limit
I tiptop near the border of rude
Then cross it heart first
You can try to shut me up or tie me down
But these words rise up like an army of the night ready to control
I demand respect but also give it willingly
This is my journey mapped out since my beginning
Steady till my end
For those who know me will remember
For those who don't they will cherish me
For the words of one soul can change the words of another soul
This is my journey won't you join me.
Categories:
tiptop, care, friendship,
Form: I do not know?
It really looks like success is at hand
Sleep apnea is finally at bay
Guess I'm good for another few years
Hallelujah! Oh happy day
I'm waking up singing a happy refrain
Have an extra skip in my step
Thought I was done for, the jig was up
For my parting I started to prep
A new lease on life that's what they say
Feels like I'm ready to rumble
The way it was going, I really imagined
My life was starting to crumble
Modern research has found a treatment
A great new solution is at hand
A CPAP machine to enhance my breathing
Must say my future looks grand
Physically I've always been in tiptop shape
Except for some extra pounds
I don't expect miracles but so far so good
Like the way it's starting to sound
© Jack Ellison 2015
CPAP – Continuous Positive Airway Pressure
Categories:
tiptop, joy,
Form: Narrative
How dangerous is to dance
on the tiptop of a small petal,
spinning round and round,
imitating the wind’s sound?
A falling might be lethal,
but would you miss the chance
to be wedded this spring?
While reading a new poem,
I went astray in the wood
with my leather bound book.
I rested near a hushed brook,
I had no water, I had no food,
but I had only a real problem:
to be wedded this spring!
And before it is too late,
I will tell that this song
wasn’t about me or you,
but what together we do
cannot be ever wrong,
When we share the fate
to be wedded this spring.
Categories:
tiptop, love, nature, wedding,
Form: I do not know?
walk away broken
the token of a
blasted show- i
said no- eyes
break away from
the body, i can't
breathe in & out
of my mind i
roam. don't come
closer i see your
mouth foam dripdrop
i'm all alone on the
tiptop of desolation
hill.
Categories:
tiptop, allegory, introspection, life
Form: Free verse
i saw the sun blush ;
i saw the earth go shocked-
grass-hair standing
precariously tiptop
as the world rocks anxiously ;
doesn't stop even slighty
for stillness is too
vulnerable. how reliable are
the skies which always watch,
blankets of eyes peering,
revealing ____ revelling
in naive surprise. stand
amused, the cloud cries
itself to pieces.
Categories:
tiptop, allegory, life, nature,
Form: Free verse