"toppers" poems
to exonerate the clippings
they took the back road to oswega
the tudor house rabbits
had long lost their heads
(presumably to the *****
and what remained
of the landscape
was dead
and dry
and orange
that happy home
on the brink
of cattle loop
was now gull grey
the needles
and stragglers
from shady bay
remained (in growing numbers)
on the outskirts
of the driven back park
the once fabled town
of horse drawn tours
and dignitaries
was stone washed ~
on the back of it's
government docks
sat decrepit toppers
set against the high tide
beside the lighthouse
and its measured song
flutes and fiddlers
and acoustic sitars
ride the accompaniment
nose rings
and signage
in the hands of
staged protesters
the sickly spit strewn
with tidal run
and ocean bags
hedgerows trimmed
along the sea side
rolling hills fade
adjacent the chuck
mint juleps
and flop hats
peak on the parade
clydesdales
and royals
blinded in the back
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
hickory nuts
and wind trees
are keeping
at the old buckle bay
light house corners and
shaker church craft
slip anchor on the southern tip
secret legions
and phenolic board
tuck in at gout dock
bands and nations
and miracle speak
fill in the center hall
sand hooks
and water domes
cover wharf road
***** bay toppers
and seven horse chugs
scatter the swollen upper deck
packards and pushers
and rusty back rails
skirt the night
lanterns and sterns
and navy gulls
steady on task
sand cakes
and drift wood
held tight on
the mystery tour
yellow tails
and tide pools
flat line
at royal reach
paddles
and cables
find ripples way
smugglers and smitties
take cover
from a
northern gale
down on
pocket shoal
there’s a graceful hue
~ they’re serving up
belons and xan…
it's time to get in
for a fill
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
I popped a new candle out of its glass
flamingo decorated coffin and put it in a
larger once clear and full of wax but now
sooty vessel
I wanted to burn it but I bought it
for my mother the flamingo enthusiast
who has covered our house in flamingo
cookie jars and curtains and little flamingo
wine toppers so I bought the candle
for 7.99 to add to the collection
I knew she wouldn’t care about
the candle as much as the jar it lived in
so I rescued it briefly only to crush its hopes
by replacing it immediately in an ill fitting
***** home where another of its kind
had already died
The problem I face is that this candle
somehow escaped my murderous hands
by burning so incredibly uneven that the
wax consumed the wick rendering it
completely unburnable
I’m feeling a little disappointed but
I suppose congratulations are in order
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Some people say cucumbers taste better pickled.
They come out wrinkled and cold,
their verdant skins hardened and crisp.
One crushing bite reveals
a soft yellow center,
soured cells seeping embalming vinegar.
Feathery dill disintegrates,
bringing biting flavor
to our cryogenic sandwich toppers
But, some people say cucumbers taste better pickled.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
You’re bad for me,
They think I don’t know that,
But I am mad you see,
And their objections only my rebellion begat,
You’re a rock star in the making,
So Mr. Rock star stop hesitating,
And just rock n’ roll my heart,
Play on the strings and give its beat a kick start,
Come on Mr. Rock star,
And just rock n’ roll my heart,
Just play on this beating bleeding guitar,
I know dancing to your rhythm isn’t smart,
Because you’re my worst possibility,
With soon to have fan girls and teen boppers,
Only to provoke in me jealous hostility,
With you’re soon to be chart toppers,
But Mr. Rock Star in the making,
Come on and just rock n’ roll my heart,
It’ll one day soon be breaking,
When your attention does depart,
So Mr Rock star in the making,
We only have this moment for our taking,
Where by we may some feelings impart,
So Mr Rock star for now just Rock n’ Roll this heart.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC
Competition is bad ya good.
It creates or destroys carrier,
Toppers are enrolled to better future,
Losers are badly treated and lost there life also,
Losers never becomes toppers,
What is the meaning of Competition?
To make our life or ruin our life.
To achieve it whatever way,
By crook ya hook.
Where these competition stands, is begin or end of the world.
Why there is no equality or equal justice in world.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
The one who knows all definitions,
Is the one Webster who wove it all,
But the Webster spun it so wicked.
Knew the Webster about negatives,
Allowed them to seep everywhere,
Provided not a one stop solution.
That is why people die of bullets,
They perish of many grievances,
Unable to bear the load they are.
No matter which the district,
Whatever may be the town,
Whichever be the parish.
Disciples and toppers,
Students and scholars,
They all come to perish.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
*Life in the music industry is hard,
tougher when you discover how it works.*
Dreams smashed, heart broke
and bad taste in my mouth,
signed to a music deal that *****
I write the songs, they profit.
I tour til I'm hoarse and my fingers bleed,
they profit not me.
My label takes a big cut of all I make
I got excited getting that contract.
We got people to buy your downloads.
We make you number one like chart toppers.
Way it works in the industry.
Way to create fake stars who can't sing,
buy tracks from no broke no names over seas
and at home then claim them for your own.
No such thing as realness in music industry.
What I got was empty promises
and more empty promises.
I can't afford to buy gift cards for people
playing popular apps.
I can't give them free downloads of apps
and demand they buy my songs in return.
Way it works and how I get a number one.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
I should be happy
I should be jumping for joy and thrilled.
What I am is tired of touring
and depressed.
Why'd you lie to me?
Why'd you tell me all would glitter?
Why'd you say you could take me to #1?
In your dreams do you have a conscience?
You don't have one when you are awake
and your lips are moving.
Why didn't I listen when I was told
all that glitters isn't gold?
Music industry is based on fake chart toppers.
They tell their people to buy their people cards
to buy their own downloads.
Way you hit #1, way you get that grammy.
Unless you luck out and sing songs about
gays that land you on talk shows.
Maybe I should try that ****
or get a fake reality show.
Got my eyes open and know how it works
thanks to a fake music producer
telling me I could be number one.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
20 years ago, I wrote my final exams for grade 8,
And I was among the toppers in the school.
I still remember the socks for the winter break,
How can I forget it, my godgranny wove that out of wool.
She's still alive, my godgranny,
Godsent angel is that lady.
I have little to no memories of my biological grannies,
Both paternal and maternal passed away whilst I was young.
My godgranny now has a gummy smile,
She closes her eyes as she smiles for a mile.
90+ years of age now, she has seen many summers,
And she has also woven so many woolen socks.
Parameshwari Ðéví is her kind name,
And now she's a greatgranny.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 5:31 AM UTC
Thin as a stick
A child so brave
Piles up bricks
For food he craves
***** torn t-shirt
With a quarter pants
He seems quite hurt
As he plays with ants
He works to feed
With what he earns
Little boy weeds
In the sun, he burns
With face turned red
He strives his best
Lives in a strawshed
He hardly has his rest
At the age of ten
His family got killed
Ever since then
His never been healed
Now, his sixteen
Well built and tall
A learner so keen
He's learnt it all
Time flew with work
Night spent on study
Ears closed on mock
He was almost ready
Ambitious and smart
Graduated in toppers list
Now his real life starts
On a good salary, he sits...
©sim
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
I've renamed this system with two words called, "Marking Scheme",
Cuz at the end of the day it's exactly what it seems!
Appreciation won't be allotted for the efforts you made,
Things would always come back to the ultimate phenomenon called "GRADE"!
Toppers choose PCM and flunked ones go with Humanities,
You not only disappoint your folks but also the society,
And leave no scope for popularity!
Teachers accuse the child saying ***** doesn't possess wisdom,
We lack it because of only our Education System!
Critics never stop......taunting non-symapathetically,
Would never glance to the other side but tell you to study systematically!
UAE's got oil, Korea's got television, and Japan a lot of technology pioneers,
Meanwhile the birthplace of talent...is busy producing Engineers!
We don't become learners but academics become a constant debt,
Cuz out of the 132 Crore people....not even a single one has a different mind-set!
Walter Lewin once said,"If a student finds a subject boring...then the teacher must be dumb",
Now if he would have been Indian....What different song would he have sung?
Utkarsh Upadhyay~~
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC