Top Poems - Poems about Top

Ouch! Please mommy stop it’s not fair I pulled on her robe as she pulled on my hair Halfway through combing out my long curls mother hurries to get to the other girls Gentle brushes won’t tame unruly locks now grown sentimental first hair cut marks a milestone I never thought I’d cut it off though she’d threat But too many...

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Great Beefy Tasting -------------------------- Walla,Walla the sweetest onions around! Brioche buns soft pillowy texture! And roasted garlic cloves! Were one to clarify the butter add the garlic and add the onions and then paint the buns to be toasted. set aside the buns. and then caramelize these onions to be set aside. Grill the big beefy burgers to a perfect medium. To what degree of wellness is the suiter desires. The lettuces, the tomatoes, the...

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Early 1980's my Three- and four-year-olds ...

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What do I see, you are looking back at me. In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots, with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots. As I looked-I laughed until I cried, every time the wilderness mirrors walk by. These very old mirrors are such a thrill, they love my fashion wear even if it is over...

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There once was a pilot named Cruise, Whose need for speed gave him the blues. He'd fly his jet low, "Just watch me!" he'd crow, Then yell, "My insurance reviews!" ©bfa032025 ...

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I plant a tree on top of the hill and there it stood still I water it with my tears and it kept blooming throughout the year and now it is spreading it’s branches everywhere and its trunks is parachuting into the sky but its main root is getting dry cause no more tears are left in my eyes the hill top...

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Wake up! The voices in my head keep screaming Open your eyes The voices keeps echoing Always waking me up Whenever life hits me down From the mountain top Down to the depths of the valley. Look up! The voices keeps yelling like I'm in the well You miss a lot of blessings, when looking down Look up!! So you can climb...

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My neighbor's piano swirls around her finger likened to a keyed car where scrapes linger. She teases out a tune as we both try to hum along with swirling keys her fingers drum. The naturals and the flats whirl around us as we mount her piano earthbound. Her slap grooves my cheekbone to her hand. The sting grooves with a vinyl record...

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I need this kind of peace Where the light clouds Is above the black clouds Not too hot, but temperate Feeling, touching cool wind Touch my tan skin and brush my hair I stand in a place where I am level My eyes to see below my gaze The green mountain far across wide The sea is at left below my eyes And the houses...

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Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap away the talk back – that little squirrel inside the trunk of your head it scrapes. You scrape and scream, you scrape and feel the muscle of...

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A New Invasion February 7, 1964 Who can ever forget It was D-Day in reverse A major landing at JFK America was taken by storm Screaming fans had to be held back Four young mop tops started an invasion ...

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his life was short lived no one guessed his secret ways cocaine the culprit ...

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"Do you want ice with It?" Why not, the deep snow will be more slidable. I rattle the cubes. A snowstorm keeps me twisting and corkscrewed even when at rest. 'Not too cold for you?" I am muffled cocooned in layers of invisibility. My spine is insulated, flesh mummified yet under these red lights, I almost glow. "Where are all your friends?" They shelter in empty shot glasses, the whisky in...

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I did something that I really dread Went to a different barber named Fred I don't care for his cut I wouldn't complain but... I look like Mister Potato Head...

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WE DEY TOP: This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES Chorus: The journey no be easy yet we dey top, Wonna hope be sey Jah dey give we. So we dey cope with everything. At the end of the tunnel we surley go see light, Some pass away, Wey some to lost from the story line. Ooooo... Haaaahaa.... Chorus: The journey no be easy yet we...

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