Best Seesaws Poems

Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose...

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My blessing basket is heavy with heaven's gifts,
Tomatoes the size of my fist, eggplants so cute,
And fresh heirloom beans bursting with pride.

The sun, orange on...

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THE HUMBLE CATHEDRAL

In the glaring eyes of the sun
dressed thin in lush green moss,
my shady sky-high trunk compeer
dark brown wrinkled arms spreading free
my slender fingers...

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When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in...

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Donald and Rosie
Took a public bath
She’d animate the bubbles
He’d sit and do the math.

They raced to the playground
Jumped on verbal seesaws
Up went their issues
But down...

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Over lambent plains
of blond wheat,
braided spikes
rustling
in flaxen breeze,
a flock of crows
seesaws
like obsidian scythes
in cider firmament
under harvest sun's afternoon eye....

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Summertime memories of better days
Playing outside way past dark
Bungalo was the community pool
Church picnics at Dutch Hill Park

Sliding boards and old metal swings
A box for...

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My, my, my meteor 
Rocks me to my core

She stains the sky
With shooting star fire
Beside the Milky Way
Only far, far brighter.
She rides rainbows
Seesaws on sky...

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Full moons, falling stars
Milky way, candy bars
Chicken soup, ham on rye
A BLT or key lime pie
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in...

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Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day.
And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it...

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I could make ring bells from seashells found on seashores
go into retail where these bells get sold on shop floors 
and tell thee tales of...

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hidden in my memories is a playground ...
    where I played ... as a young girl with my friends
   ...

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Your face is like a playground
with curved edges inviting
energetic laughter all around,
nostalgically exciting.

Your eyes are like a swing set,
lashes flapping with each blink.
Sometimes puddles below...

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They're never supposed to end, they're 
supposed to last forever
Its supposed to be locked down but it's as 
light as a feather
Someone could've been your...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune into...

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