"turvey" poems
APA hates American Typewriter,
14-point font,
and loves that double space,
But as a writer, I have permission to dismiss.
Topsy-Turvey,
Backwards motion.
I once, angry, ****** in ocean,
And drank seawater with mayonnaise.
I freaked dolphins and made crater waves.
X-ray
Baybay
Snuffleupagus
Pay to play
Win the day
Ruffle-up-opus
Eye-spy
Night by
Night by
Nigh by
The swiftest hand
Comes night by
Weirdly flowing blind sty.
Pierce my hands for understanding.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
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Square To The Spinning
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Curls Spiraling Up and Down
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 1:56 PM UTC
Times have changed;
we're not so topsy-turvey.
Well calculated always,
cautious in all ways.
Take a deep breath (and)
a deep dive through
the eyeball into the mind.
Float around forever;
bouncing off my
thoughts & ideas.
Swim, little mermaid.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Outside looking In
topsy turvey turnabout
must be guilty of some sin
cause once again I'm outside
I'm outside looking in
now you see it now you don't
using slight-of-hand
things change oh so drastically
so hard to understand
peek-a-boo now you're it
must be time to turn and hide
I know there is an explanation
but it tears me up inside
sometimes the sun will shine
but the clouds always return
get so excited when I need my shades
but when will I ever learn
for every moment of sublime bliss
there are a hundred worse
a thousand times a goodbye kiss
it's such an evil curse
no explanation saying why
none is needed I'll take it on the chin
growing colder inside no more tears to cry
I'm outside looking in
Gomer LePoet ....
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
I hope to begin
My retirement soon
I talked to a teacher
Who had just retired
"I'm finally free"
She said
Lol!
Free from what?
You were suppose to enjoy it after all
Freedom is doing what I love
Freedom is being a teacher
When I begin teaching
I will be entering into
A permanent retirement
Non striving
Let the times pass through
Cessation
Extinction
Gone beyond
All topsey turvey absolutes
This phrase I remember
From Allen Ginsberg's rendition
Of The Heart Sutra
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
I want to rub you up the right way
I want to put a shot across your stern.
I'll wait until it rains and then make hay,
My bridges all are steel and shall not burn.
These inverted phrases weave a past intent -
To look back in blessing of our yet to be:
You'll see me like Impatience on a Monument,
To set my sight beyond the wood - to see one special tree.
Then delve in sky to find your roots
To make your fallen leaves breathe green anew.
And know: untasted are the finest fruits -
And only words that make no sense, are true.
And so I end begin this pointless noteless song;
I have objectives to unmeet, things not to do.
I have lost all sense of right and left and wrong.
There is only one truth I know, Love.
And that is always…
You
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 1:53 AM UTC
There’s a weather warning out
The wind is going to clout
They say it’s the west
But it came unto the east
It has a name, the beast !
Well the rain came down
Luckily we didn’t drown
Heavy though it was
Then the wind attacked our garden
Turning over furniture
Moving Buddha quite a way
And that was only yesterday
I hate to know what next
What will it do today?
The wind makes me quite nervy
Everything topsy turvey
Indoors I think I’ll stay !
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:01 AM UTC
regressive country
past progressive
rights human
redefined denied
your civil right
to be uncivil
polemicized
ploiticized
you essay
your world
topsy-turvey—
orangey
eulogized
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC