Topsy-turvy
They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.
A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.
That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!
And we must hang in and toughen up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Our Topsy-Turvy World
In the very very topsy-turvy world
Straight lines are elliptically curled
Way above is found below
Jungles covered up with snow
In the very very topsy-turvy world
In the world, so very very topsy-turvy
Ascorbic acid always brings on scurvy
Books with empty pages
Are read by all the sages
In the world, so very very topsy-turvy
The world of topsy-turvy consternation
Filled with topsy-turvy complications
Where the right is on the left
The most happy, most bereft
In this world of topsy-turvy situations
Foolish topsy-turvys heed no warnings
Sure there’s no such thing as global warming
They’re happy on their land
With their heads down in the sand
Where brain-less topsy-turvys bury warnings
In our world of topsy-turvy politicians
Concerned enough to better our conditions
They’ll be always there for you
With an honest point of view
In our world of topsy-turvy politicians
In our world where topsy-turvy is the norm
Where we’re taught the only way is to conform
Where nothing is quite sane
Where peace can never reign
So long as topsy-turvy is the norm
poem by Stanley Cooper
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Topsy-turvy
I'm upside down, inside out.
Cannot figure what I'm about.
I'm sometimes up, sometimes down,
sometimes smile and sometimes frown.
Topsy-turvy is what I am.
Seems I'm always in a jam.
Need to get my head on straight.
Probably need to meditate.
Slow right down and just let loose.
Just stop being a silly goose.
Topsy-turvy is what I am.
Seems I'm always in a jam.
Need to take a good deep look.
Make myself an open book.
Need to figure out what's wrong.
Bring back the peace where I belong.
Topsy-turvy, not anymore.
Got my feet straight on the floor.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Demolition Derby
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby (yeah)
It's on a Saturday night and the boys want to rock
Gotta get some action, not yourself
Meet you at the ally
Everybody get about at night
School's out and we can't keep still
Gotta hold myself back and wait until
Tonight's the night
All hell's gonna break loose
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now
The neighbors are screamin' "hey, stop that noise"
Give 'em a wink and shout "kill him, boys"
My daddy saw me now
He wouldn't let me out for a week
Trooby's got a sprain and Blondy's got his back
Noodle's with his action, better watch him for that
I've got my shoe shine in my pocket
Everybody's ready, let's go
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now right now
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now NOW!
No no nooooooooooo!!
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now
We're gonna take you
We're gonna make you
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now now
Now now n
song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tipsy Dazy
Miss Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Say one minute everything seem fine
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
The next minute we're in a puss and dog fight
That's not really right
Seems as the day grow old
Our love grow cold
Remember you been told
Love can't be bought nor sold
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Say one minute everything's just right dynamite
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Next minute we're in this great big fight
That ain't my style of life
When everything seem secure
I can't just be too sure
'Cause you can wake up one day
Not in love any more
Hey! Remember you've been told
Love can't be bought nor sold
Seems as the days grow old
Our love grow cold
Tipsy Dazy topsy turvy saying
One minute everything seem right
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Next minute we're in this great big fight
That's not really right
Once more can't say you never been told
Love can't be bought or sold
But it seems as tehm days grow
Our heat grow cold
Tipsy Dazy your're topsy turvy
One minute everything just fine really divine
Tipsy Dazy you're really turvy
Next next minute next minute next minute yea
Tipsy, Tipsy Dazy topsy, really turvy
One minute we're in a great big fight
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Voodoo Voodoo
U a u a voodoo voodoo
U a u a voodoo
U a u a voodoo voodoo
U a u a voodoo
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo.
Lascia che il mio Voodoo lavori eh
Funziona con tutte ma non con te!
Latte di letto, talismani e fiori
un filtro speciale fatto apposta per te.
Ehy sorella figlia della notte
Dimmi se vieni, se funziona se
Dimmi di s, dimmi come
Dimmi di s, dimmi dove
Voodoo voodoo un po' d'amore
Voodoo voodoo per me
Voodoo voodoo solo un po' d'amore
Yee yee yee yee yee yee!
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo fiamme sulla luna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo finch ce n'.
Lascia che il mio coso lavori (si spera)
Funziona con tutte ma non con te
Magica donna dalla gatta nera
Ho un filtro fatale fatto apposta per te.
Ehy sorella, figlia del peccato
Dimmi se vieni, se funziona se
Dimmi di s, dimmi come
Dimmi di s, dimmi dove
Voodoo voodoo un po' d'amore
Voodoo voodoo per me
Voodoo voodoo solo un po' d'amore
Yee yee yee yee yee yee!
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo fiamme sulla luna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo.
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo solco nella duna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo.
Voglio te, questa notte d'estate
Voglio te, anche se non ti piace
Voglio te, senza troppe parole
Voglio che, viene dentro me come un raggio di sole.
Voglio te, questa notte d'estate
Voglio te, anche se non ti piace
Voglio te, senza troppe parole
Voglio che, viene dentro me come un raggio di sole.
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo fiamme sulla luna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo.
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo solco nella duna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo.
Lascia che il mio coso lavori,
Lascia che il mio coso lavori (dai)
Lascia che lavori il mio pensiero d'amore.
Voodoo...
Che fra le gambe scalpita
song performed by by Zucchero
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Life is a Battle Field; Fight and Fight
Hello! Hello! Oh, yellow bellied fellow -
Runs for everything yet gets nothing, a lily-livered fellow,
Life is ethereal some say yet cruel i see, oh anserine fellow
Life is a kind of sirocco, lo, chickenhearted fellow.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
Childhood is besotted with education - marked by fecklessness,
Youth is wasted in illusion - marked by forlornness,
Mild age is passed in the delusion - harkened by groundlessness,
Old age is lasted in dissimulation - darkened by hopelessness.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
Someone says life a fantasy yet be watchful,
Others say life is beautiful yet be dutiful,
Some others say life is a puzzle yet is playful,
Yet others say life is carrying donkeys load yet be cheerful.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
Life is a battle field; fight and fight till you reach the glory,
Life is a mountain; climb and claim until you reach the top,
Life is a boxing bout; punch and punch till you reach victory,
Life is a marathon race; run and run to reach heaven's sop.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
No Crustaceans Fresh to Eat
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.
And the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.
All crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If It Takes All Night
(ferry)
Oh here it comes again
That old ennui
I hope it wont stay long
Well its every-man to his own thing
And every singer to his song
If youre feeling low
And all upset
Nothings going right
You just make a wish
Like in a fairy tale
And ill bewitch you
If it takes all night
There are many things
That I could say
To try and comfort you
But I know the words youd like to hear
Are simply I love you
Sometimes im up
Sometimes im down
A topsy-turvy life
But only searching
For the truth
And ill find it
If it takes all night long
Well I myself
May main concern
Is what I can afford
So if music be my mistress
Then at least shes madame claude...daccord
Ah - more champagne!
To lose this pain
Would be very nice
So ill help myself to one more drink
And ill find myself
If it takes all night long
song performed by by Roxy Music
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Our Rampant Coat-Of-Arms
The Lion and the Unicorn
Of England's Coat-of-Arms
Seldom make bold, so we are told,
To ravage English farms.
In fact, 'tis said by travellers
Who lately have been there,
That lions hardly ever roam
About the dales and dells at Home,
And unicorns are rare.
But in this topsy-turvy land
Where often - inter alia
Strange forms of bird, in ways absurd,
Are grafted to mammalia.
And beasts have bills to fit the goose,
Our crazy Coat-of-Arms breaks loose
To roam at night and play the deuce
'Mid farmers in Australia.
The Lion and the Unicorn
Stay put and emplematic;
But kangaroos bluntly refuse
To function, staid and static.
And emus stray to ruin farms,
Raising excursions and alarms;
Which proves such things, on Coats-of-Arms
Are plainly too erratic.
Far better chain them to the shield
Like unicorns in Britain.
Else, by what chance may we 'advance'
As in the motto written?
If not, and they get out of hand,
Before the nations we must stand
Ever a topsy-turvy land
By its own emblem smitten.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When the husband is a hen and the wife is a cock, the house is topsy-turvy.
Under My Voodoo
Be it your guide is so much to love
You can hide your love its true
Its the freedom game
You can see it every day,
cause your freedom aint free
Come on down, I know how
Im gonna make you so feared.
Dont you know it aint no thing before
So dont take more than you need
Its somethin that Ill do later,
Now its over
Its not my fault
Under my voodoo
Its under my voodoo
Pray that I leave you high and dry
Pray you can make me cry
If your faded, put it in my prayers
I damn my feeling, I roll on
I tell you the truth
It aint no thing
If you wanna get real dry.. one thing though
Gonna kill for it, more, more, its not my fault, its got me,
And Im gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Under my voodoo
Under my voodoo
Its under my voodoo
(guitar solo)
Lord, hey, voodoo
Lord, hey, voodoo
Whatcho wanna wanna wanna do
song performed by by Sublime
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Voodoo Doll
You haunt my room in the dead of night
I see your face in the firelight
Your hungry kiss I can't forget
But I won't give it to you yet
You got moves make a good girl sweat
You won't catch me in your net
You work your magic on my blues
But I ain't no slave for you to use
I won't beg and I won't crawl
I won't be your voodoo doll
Baby I won't be your voodoo doll
Stirring up a potion of colors
Making me crazy
You got something I can't leave alone
Shaking me
Tremble...you're calling me baby
Heaven help me turn my heart to stone
Hey moon man - don't shine on me
You are dnagerous company
I got treasure in my chest
And the price is high for all the rest
Ain't no snake inside my wall
I won't be your voodoo doll
Baby I won't be your voodoo doll
song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The sound principle of a topsy-turvy lifestyle in the framework of an upside-down world order has stood every test.
quote by Karl Kraus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
don't Sweat The Small Stuff
The road of life is mostly smooth
At other times can be quite curvy
When all goes well we're in the groove
Just as fast things go all 'Topsy-turvy'
Don't sweat the small stuff
For all that is, is meant to be
Smile when things get rough
Laugh in the face of absurdity
Life is short, and not so tough;
For in the end it's all small stuff
ROTMS
View ROTMS poems, images & video at;
rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hoodoo / Voodoo Medicine Man
Silence, I'm ashamed, I was left as a child
Dragged from the cradle, I was weaned in the wild
Ran with the wolf pack, flesh torn to shreds
In the compensations, I was left there for dead
Read it in the paper it ain't fair
You know who today don't seem to care
Livin', lovin', gettin' loose
Masturbatin' with a noose
Now someone's kickin' out the chair
Some kind of voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of voodoo
Be the medicine man
Everybody's lookin' at the sky
Don't believe the cover-ups and lies
They been tellin' us since birth
Pissin' off old Mother Earth
My gones are bygones prophesied
Some kind of voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of hoodoo
Be the medicine man
Get ready
Wonder should I go or should I stay
'Cause what we got ain't workin' anyway
I did my best, God knows I tried
I feel like I been crucified
Why did you, why did you, why did you take it all away
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
song performed by by Aerosmith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
~ Scoop Slowly Be Not Edgy Nervy ~
~ Scoop Slowly Be Not Edgy Nervy ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 22,2010
Sion is full of zippy
Missy ~ Milky
Cioccolato ~ Finery
Yummy ~Yummy
Smoothie ~ Smoothie
Bubbly ~ Teeny ~ Bonnie.
With zilch zero topsy turvy
Bask bloomy blushy sonsie curvy.
Missy ~ Milky.
It’s your Nivy ~ Nivy.
Muse mull as flossy.
Scoop slowly be ne’er edgy nervy.
====
Glossary: With humility some glossary given for what I tried to express.
[1] Sion ~ Imaginary place considered to be perfect or ideal
[2] Zippy ~ Marked by lively action
[3] Cioccolato [Italian] ~ Chocolate
[4] Zilch ~ Quantity of no importance
[5] Topsy turvy ~ Into state of utter confusion
[6] Sonsie ~ With pleasing curves [of a woman's body]
[7] Nivy ~ Name of a damsel
[8] Flossy ~ Soft as down
--
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Voodoo People
Wherever I walk
It seems that I am
Following the voodoo people
In front of me
Because the only thing that I can see
When I look infront of me
Is that black shadow
That comes from
The voodoo people
Straight to the pavement
Just imagine if the voodoo people
Were roastbife
Everybody would be eaten it now
With mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and gravy
But unfortunately they are humans
Of bones and flesh
Just like me
But the only thing that is different
Is the color of their skin
The voodoo people sleep in bed
The same way that I do
And the voodoo people eat food
Just like me
poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Voodoo Chile Slight Return
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain,
Chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island,
Might even raise just a little sand.
cause Im a voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, baby.
I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back to you one of these days.
I said I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back one of these days.
And if I dont meet you no more in this world
Then ill, Ill meet you in the next one and dont be late, dont be late.
cause Im a voodoo chile, voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, hey hey hey.
Im a voodoo chile, baby.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Nagging
A tear in her eyes make me wonder
a chance for patch up did I squander?
Never to complain..she, but questioning a lot
neither liked the questions nor liked the thought.
Life gets topsy- turvy, grilling when start
anywhere, anytime, at home or city mart.
when, where, why, how, who, what/s..........
inquisitor always testing your guts.
No chance for atonement
These word invented only for harassment.
Wish these could be wished away, ..... but no
Entire life hinges on these, try taking them away.
-----o------
copyright 2012/Children of Lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
That Boy
Is the house turned topsy-turvy?
Does it ring from street to roof?
Will the racket still continue,
Spite of all your mild reproof?
Are you often in a flutter?
Are you sometimes thrilled with joy?
Then I have my grave suspicions
That you have at home--that Boy.
Are your walls and tables hammered?
Are your nerves and ink upset?
Have two eyes, so bright and roguish,
Made you every care forget?
Have your garden beds a prowler,
Who delights but to destroy?
These are well-known indications
That you have at home--that Boy.
Have you seen him playing circus
With his head upon the mat,
And his heels in mid-arm twinkling--
For his audience, the cat?
Do you ever stop to listen,
When his merry planks annoy,--
Listen to a voice that whispers,
You were once just like--that Boy?
Have you heard of broken windows,
And with nobody to blame?
Have you seen a trousered urchin
Quite unconscious of the same?
Do you love a teasing mixture
Of perplexity and joy?
You may have a dozen daughters,
But I know you've got--that Boy.
poem by Anonymous Americas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!