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"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
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
beacon hill pass
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
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
The Reach at Buckle Bay
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
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Pomelo & Sea Salt
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.
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
Cucumbers
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.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC
Rock n Roll My Heart
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.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
COMPETITION
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.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
The Webster
*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.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
No such thing as real music industry(Vent)
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.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
LOOKie Here Mom! I Got Signed!(Vent)
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.
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 5:31 AM UTC
New School, New Socks
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
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
A Little Boys Journey
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~~
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
Indian Education Sysytem