TIMI IMIT’S PICKS FOR THE BEST OF THE COLLECTION: TOPS’ SPOT
Alastair Reid, a palindromist in his own right, had this to say about quality palindromes, “The dream which occupies the tortuous mind of every palindromist is that somewhere within the confines of the language lurks the Great Palindrome, a nutshell which not only fulfills the intricate demands of the art, flowing sweetly in both directions, but which also contains the Final Truth of Things.”
I call such palindrome sentences the most insightful. But creators and readers of palindromes alike also consider some of the best representations of our art to be, simply, delightful. So, to populate this section called Tops’ Spot I’ve combed through the archives to find what I find the most insightful, or just delightful, palindrome sentences in the collection. If you would like me to include a palindrome sentence you consider “most insightful or delightful” email your suggestion(s) to: timiimit@mockok.com
MOST RECENT ADDITIONS:
Noose rite rots – to retire soon! (Doug Fink)
Mass universes rev in us, Sam! (Doug Fink)
May p.m. urges reverse grumpy a.m.? (Peter Sabra)
Now I hone my strategy (a silly, dim idyll): I say, “Get artsy, men–oh, I won!” (catinore)
Some meta-geneticists I cite negate memos. (ercewx)
Re pee, deep in a can: if a rest I await, Serafina, can I pee deeper? (Peter Sabra)
So Mariano, bedeviled in spots, did stop snide, live, debonair Amos! (Win Emmons)
We felt it new: entitle few! (Malaki Stahl)
Fired now, in a canoe, Leona, can I wonder: “If?” (Peter Sabra)
Is selfless self less “I”? (Peter Sabra)
Shall a fossil bone divide no bliss of Allah’s? (SquidgyTheWhale)
No, animal, snip ye no hymen (one my honey pins lamina on)! (Timi Imit)
Snug ones use no guns! (Doug Fink)
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TOPS’ SPOTS PALINDROMES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER
AI on a rap, “Sin is paranoia!” (Doug Fink)
Able was I ere I saw Elba. (Charles Bombaugh in Gleanings <1867>)
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era? (Leigh Mercer)
As I let a hero melt tilaks, I risk a little more hate, Lisa. (Martin Clear)
As USA gassed Odessa, gas USA. (Bill A. O’Connor)
Bob, solos did mum gig–mum did solos bob. (Timi Imit)
“Cain, a motor erotomaniac was Eve,” said I as Eve saw Cain (a motor erotomaniac.) (Easley Blackwood)
Cigar Tom made ting in a can, ignited ammo—tragic! (Tim S. Smith)
Cigar, toss it in a can, it is so tragic. (J.A. Lindon)
Delia, we rut and Nature wailed! (Bill O’Connor)
“Delia … with Gino tonight!” I wailed. (Martin Clear)
Dennis had ordered rum, lived as a devil, murdered Rod–ah, sinned! (treelovingaytheist)
Dennis, Eve saw Eden if as a fine dew, as Eve sinned. (Easley Blackwood)
Desrae, her nude idyll at a fetish site, fatally died–unrehearsed. (Martin Clear)
Devil: “I persuaded a US Rep I lived.” (ercewx)
Devil’s evil spasm saps lives lived. (Eric Harshbarger)
“Did I fire her?” I, Herod, wondered now, “–do rehire her if I did!” (Chewybellsrule)
?Did I live on no evil I did? (Timi Imit)
Did Joe kill like OJ did? (Rick Gehrenbeck)
Distress apart, Debra bets a war (ever a waste, barbed trap), asserts id. (Peter Sabra)
Do geese see God? (original author unknown)
Do I finish sin if I OD? (Doug Fink)
“Do orbits all last?” I brood. (Michael Donner)
Do, O God, O temple, help me to do good. (JulesJaay)
Do remember: gazes reverse Zagreb meme, Rod. (SquidgyTheWhale)
Doc note, I dissent; a fast never prevents a fatness—I diet on cod. (Peter Hilton)
“Dog food lid”, sides reversed, is “dildo of God” (John Kamb)
Dog sex, even if fine, vexes God. (Carola Von Hoffmannstahl-Solomonoff?)
Drat Saddam: mad dog, a Cain, a man, a canine, Sir, arisen in a can, a maniac, a goddam mad dastard! (Nora Baron)
Draw pure vexation: as Tim emits a “no”, I tax ever upward! (catinore)
Draw, O Caesar, erase a coward. (Leigh Mercer)
E.g., never to be so old again, I, a gad, loose bot, revenge! (Timi Imit)
Ed, I saw Harpo Marx ram Oprah W. aside. (GAMES magazine contest (10/91)
Ed, is Nina May a man inside? (Nora Baron)
Egad Lot, I hit old age! (Howard Richler)
Epic erases us, uses a recipe. (Malaki Stahl)
Er, I fondle her as late petals are held—no fire. (J.A. Lindon)
Ere hypocrisies or poses are in, my hymn I erase; so prose I, Sir, copy here. (Leigh Mercer)
Ere we were here, we were. (Joaquin and/or Maura Kuhn)
Eva can ignite virtuosos out riveting in a cave. (reported by John Jensen)
Eva wondered, “No pier?” ere I pondered, “No wave?” (J.A. Lindon)
Eve damned Eden (mad Eve!) (Arthur Cyril Pearson Twentieth Century Standard <1907-8>)
Even a copy typo can even up a pun; even a copy typo can, Eve. (Martin Clear)
Even in Eden I win Eden in Eve. (J.A. Lindon)
Evil, all its sin, is still alive. (Barbara Kingsolver)
Evil I did dwell; lewd did I live. (historical—Borgmann published with, ‘I did/did I’ reversed…)
Evil Otto gave DNA, and Eva got to live. (organic_gabe)
Evil, vile, veil: I, Eve, Liv–live! (Timi Imit; palindrome sentence containing the 4 anagrams of evil)
Emir cites alien notepad (a pet) on Neil A: SETI crime? (ludovic1313)
Flat penis is inept, Alf. (John Cooper)
Fleecing niggard notables, Nita’s a tinsel, baton-dragging, nice elf. (published by Howard W. Bergerson)
Gate-man sees name, garage-man sees name-tag. (Leigh Mercer)
Gigolos emit no onanisms in a noontime solo gig. (ercewx)
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog. (Jon Agee)
‘God as all!’—I saw it, felt it, left; I was ill as a dog. (Cornel B. Ormsby)
God, Lee H. Oswald, I’m amid law, so heel dog! (John Kamb)
God: “To help misogyny, go simple: hot dog.” (SquidgyTheWhale)
God’s asleep, Arden, as nine mown women, insane, drape Elsa’s dog. (Bill A. O’Connor)
Gods send a madness: dog. (Joaquin and/or Maura Kuhn)
Guns are power dispute setups I drew opera-snug. (Doug Fink)
He lives to bias AI bots evil, eh? (ercewx)
He won’t fight a math gift now, eh? (Craig Fowler)
I never defile life, Dr.—even I! (John Pool)
I, man, am damned—I am a maiden madman, am I? (Nora Baron)
In a den a snide moody baby doomed insane Dani. (Win Emmons)
Known robot to maybe do code by a motto: “Born Wonk”? (Peter Sabre)
Kobe erases old ads as Dad loses a Reebok. (John Kamb)
“Lass, bossy Ada wonders if fat Sid’s distaff is red nowadays,” sobs Sal. (Nora Baron)
Let racist Utah tribe’s runt nurse birth a Tutsi cartel. (catinore)
Live forever of royal play, or forever of evil. (PlatinumIce666)
Lives drown in words evil. (Craig Hansen)
Ma is as selfless as I am. (Dmitri A. Borgmann)
Madam, it is in Eden I sit—I’m Adam. (Nora Baron)
Madame, not one man is selfless; I name not one, madam. (Howard W. Bergerson)
Maiden woos, so owned I am. (Howard Bergerson)
Meg saw one rock core now as gem. (Timi Imit)
Met at a bidet one summer, a harem muse noted I “bat at ’em!” (Timi Imit)
Mother Eve’s noose we soon sever, eh Tom? (Leigh Mercer)
My “not name” ‘tis item: antonym! (Doug Fink)
My gym taxes sex at my gym. (Stephen Chism)
NORAD, Art, is it (radar) on? (Win Emmons)
“NRA: Will I kill?” I warn. (Doug Fink)
Naive pals lap lager–regal pals lap Evian. (Gregory Tulonen)
Name no lad o’ God a lone man. (Derek Chin)
“Naomi, live not on evil, live not on evil,” I moan. (John Bell)
Naw, I’m a drowsy man—I gave not one vagina my sword (am I wan!) (William Cooper)
Ned, I am now a won maiden. (1899)
“Nella’s bosom, signor—it’s a cast-iron gismo!” sobs Allen. (Nora Baron)
Niagara, O roar again! (Leigh Mercer)
No, animal, snip ye no hymen (one my honey pins lamina on)! (Timi Imit)
No Casanova, no Dr. of Tarts nixes sex in Stratford on Avon as a con. (Win Emmons)
No, doc, I redo GA gag ode: “RICO Don.” (Doug Fink)
No mask’s a task, Sam — on! (Peter Sabra)
No Misses ordered roses, Simon. (Enavlicm McIlvane, The Eastern Enigma <1912>)
No sex, Obama boxes on. (John Kamb)
“No!” risks iron. (Joaquin and/or Maura Kuhn)
No, demerits tire me, Don. (Easley Blackwood)
No, Ed, I get a hotel Bible to hate: Gideon. (Timi Imit)
No, I save on final perusal—a sure plan if no evasion. (Leigh Mercer)
No, Mel Gibson is a casino’s big lemon. (Don Tabat)
No, son, Onanism’s a gross orgasm-sin—a no-no, son! (Neil/Fred (Piccotto)’s List of Palindromes)
No-no is: I’ve let a television on. (Jim Beloff)
Norah’s pure venom: “Is Simon ever up Sharon?” (Bill A. O’Connor)
Nostril-flare femme, feral, flirts on. (Mark Saltveit)
Note bra—bar bet on? (Win Emmons)
“Now, Ned”, I began, “on age, Biden won.” (SquidgyTheWhale)
Now, sir, a war is never even—sir, a war is won! (Craig Hansen)
Nude, lucid, I ridiculed U.N. (Nora Baron)
“O,” brags Deb in a lisp, “ah, reprobate Tab (or perhaps Ilani?) beds Garbo!” (Timi Imit)
“O jammed nabobs, a reef a snide man stole corrupted a cadet”, purr ocelots named – in safe eras – Bob and Emma-Jo. (Martin Clear)
OD, I say, as I do… (Doug Fink)
Partake ESP, seek a trap. (Derek Chin)
Partner, Eves ever entrap. (J.A. Lindon)
“Popsy”, a persona I prostrated under red nude tarts or pianos, repays Pop. (Martin Clear)
Pot not felt, as it is at left, on top. (Derek Chin)
Pun: a most radical, placid art–so man up! (Win Emmons)
Putin, evil, did liven it up. (Win Emmons)
Re hypocrisy: as I say, sir, copy her! (J.A. Lindon)
Red now, Asia is a wonder. (Word Ways )
Red rum’s total: a tot’s murder! (Bill A.O’Connor)
Regulate grosser press or get a Luger. (Martin Clear)
Resume so pacific a pose, muser. (Leigh Mercer)
Revered now I live on—O did I do no evil, I wonder, ever? (published by Howard W. Bergerson)
Rewards rot in a janitor’s drawer. (Derek Rochelle)
Rise to vote, Sir. (origin uncertain)
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas! (Tony Augarde)
Satire veils no old loon’s lie —Veritas! (catinore)
Sees a most serene rest, serene rest soma sees. (Timi Imit)
Set an “I,” mull–it illuminates! (Timi Imit)
Sex, I’ll oblige, Gil, bollixes! (Timi Imit)
“Si, robots garble BASIC,” Isabel brags to Boris. (Eric Harshbarger)
Sib Anna cottons not to cannabis. (Win Emmons)
Sin, impugn, its ultra pariah–self fury ruffles hair apart, lusting up minis. (Malaki Stahl)
So resilient, Neil, is Eros. (Malaki Stahl)
Some medic I use damned God as sad Ogden made suicide memos. (John Kamb)
‘Spam I am’—I maim aps! (Timi Imit)
Stop, murder us not, tonsured rumpots! (published by Howard W. Bergerson)
Story a waste; grammar gets away, rots. (John Mc Geady )
Straw—no, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts. (Leigh Mercer)
Stressed was I, sad, alas, to order a redroot salad as I saw desserts. (T.P. O’Brien)
Sue, vast Sumo must save us! (Peter Sabra)
Swag we got: a topaz zippo pill, older red lollipop, pizza potato gewgaws. (Malaki Stahl)
T.Eliot (top bard) notes putrid tang emanating, is sad; I’d assign it a name, “gnat dirt upset on drab pot-toilet.” (Alistair Reid)
Ted, a cadet, alerted a cadet, saw I DNA-tested a cadet, arrested a cadet, debated a cadet; so Pete posted a cadet a bed Ted, a cadet, serrated: a cadet set and I wasted a cadet,” related a cadet. (Martin Clear)
Tell a body, “Do ballet.” (Allan Miller)
Tim busies a case I submit. (Doug Fink)
“Tim, I–I’m it!” (Timi Imit)
Too fat, so Lana lost a foot. (Bill A. O’Connor)
Too tragic to pass a pot cigar—toot! (Derek Chin)
Vanna, wanna ‘V’! (Mike Griffin)
Won’t Nat sideline, senile, distant now? (Peter Sabra)
Wonder erases order: non-red roses are red now. (Anthony Etherin)
Wonk risks a memo: “Some masks irk now.” (Peter Sabra)
“Ya, Signor, war is, Sir, a wrong,” I say. (Timi Imit)