Best Teetered Poems
Battle of the Sexes??
Amorphous metrosexuals haggling over who’s going to hold the bags.
Sight seeing
Never ask directions of a man standing naked in a kayak
Hick up
Whiskey never asks permission of the permissive.
So sew
Thirty-three thimbles teetered on the table top.
Knothead
He drove the nail from one side of town to the other.
John G. Lawless
12/10/2015
submitted to – One liners 6,7,8,9,10
sponsor – Bev Smith
The hawk lay upon the lazy late afternoon
air currents;
Floating, circling, spiraling, ever downward.
Its wings spread wide, white feather-tips splayed.
It teetered on the updraft
above the terraced alluvial plains
in the lea of the Himalayas.
Landing with a compression of desire
upon the crumbling limestone outcropping,
It stood preening.
Waiting,
For the next breeze.
Singing in the Rain by fodyne
By the time
I teetered
on my first bike
I learned
to fa-la-la
sing through life
suffering smothered
by stories in song
I found friends on the B-side of
my sorrow
in lyrics I transformed
from pain to poetry
lost myself in music
secluded in elusion
numb to disappointment
grounded in melodies
my world kept spinning
but I balanced with my fa-la-las
on flimsy foundation
Enthusiasm mounted
in fantasy
With every fa-la-la
I survived one more day
even if my insides
weakened
warped
wounded
I could feel
sure
shielded
unshackled
or like someone else with a fa-la-la
If the arms that held me let me down
I would sing
and the storm stopped squalling
I existed between a fine line
of quietude and emptiness
On dark days I still
sing in the rain
A childhood of -
I would rather be in control
than face my day
I would rather be singing
than feeling anything
My fa-la-la
fairytale
enthusiasm and escape
written 6/18/20
Contest- Enthusiasm
Sponsor – Caren Krutsinger
As you waved hand on that day and said goodbye
glum dusk crashed heart. A feign of goodbye
I uttered as I watched your back
till the crepuscular veil swallowed you.
A bit of stream dripped from my eyes
evoked the memories of our deeds;
some things we have done hand in hand.
Your pleasant words you often offered
and when you smiled,
your plain white teeth I often stared at.
My dearest child-hood friend
It seems like you have not gone far
it has been twenty years past
Along my way back home I teetered because
my mind was choked with countless thoughts
Although twenty children never play for twenty years.
I woke twice when I saw you in dream
at nigh, I wonder if you have returned home
However, those days had elapsed and my gratitude
to HE for with misty grinning eyes we faced
each other enchanting words
while some had crossed the fence
Glory----glory
And glory
Gone were the days when the sky fell on the ground
It was on a sunny day
I remember, her voice strung out in my sensitivity
I rushed to her to know what brought out her worry
In her eyes, I saw the fire blazing
I picked up the necessary things and rushed her
To the hospital. Therein, I could hear the lion roaring
In the birthing room
My mind awhirl
She couldn't deliver the infant
She kept calling my name,
she wanted my presence in the birthing room
The doctor called me in and upon entering, my heart
fell on the floor
I rubbed my eyes twice to know if hell that I saw was
an illusion
I thought of the world coming to an end
My legs trembled upon the floor
I teetered toward the rear
They knew that I couldn't bear
and sent me out immediately.
I didn't even know what to do, should I stand or sit
Because I was lost in the elusive world of my
thoughts
I used my mind to pray
The doctor called me in a few minute after and told
me she can't
Deliver unless they do surgery
I did all they told me to do, I tried to cry, but my well
was dry
A few minute after, the doctor called me back in,
What did he want to say...
Did she die or what?
I mumbled
Congratulations sir, your wife delivered the baby
without any surgery carry out.
7/31/15
For SKAT contest epic only.
I teeter on the brink of possibility.
The sun on the new horizon glistens
its rays on the undulating sea of change.
I gaze a while, drifting with a squawking gull,
or diving with a hunting cormorant -
lost in my imagination, caught in plausibility.
Sometimes a gust of wind unsettles my balance;
I totter into uncertainty, struggling to stand,
but you take my hand and steady me.
Now I only look ahead; no way back.
The chasm is inviting me to jump;
to take a leap of faith and ditch the doubt.
I place my baggage at my feet;
packages of responsibility and confusion
tucked in neatly and nestling with the past.
One last tug at the sleeve of my coat
as they make a last ditch attempt to restrain me,
and I have jumped - flying through the air, free.
As I land I see you there smiling and safe,
arms outreaching. The promise of the future beckons,
and looks inviting, exciting and full of hope.
Once I teetered on the brink of possibility
now it is a glistening reality. The sea is calm now.
And, as the sun sets on the horizon, I am home.
(note: to all my lovely friends who thought I was literally considering leaping into a chasm to
my death, I can assure that I am most certainly not!!! It is merely a metaphorocal chasm,
and I intend to stick around for quite a while yet. Heavens, I am just about to have a book
published, life is very good! Thanks so much for your concern though)
With a twinkling smile and a genial tone he said
(Joyfully frolicking across the kitchen…and pointing at the bed)
“I think some love’n is now in order…”
She just snorted… shrugged her shoulder
(in her admirable self-denial ...her freakish kink)
she stood silent, caught …and irritable at the sink
He said “damn it, you are like a costly cat…
you may be hot and golden but you are also getting fat”
She glinted with a scary calculated disturb
always an excellent engineer of the absurd
(One long red finger nail emits a staccato rap)
with it she gave a single tap
then...the crystal glass she did brazenly knock
In his eyes…his iris ...registered the shock
Orange juice and champagne splashed wet and generous all over
He said “Oh I see you want to do this sober!
Ha! This is how you appreciate?!
You are out of control…and I am irate!
and if you now think I want you one iota
You can think again …cause you are just a loada….”
(Silence teetered …on the edges of the shards of glass)
till she turned and said ...
“Seriously ...you’re such an ass!”
The end
7-6-2016 (1 hour 20 minutes) Written for make a Poem contest
Six blocks of flats were detonated yesterday in Glasgow,
But only four fell down and tumbled to the ground:
The Red Road tower blocks, once the tallest in Europe,
Were the place where 5000 lived without a sound.
Five were to be demolished as part of the Opening Ceremony,
Of the 2014 Commonwealth Games,
But the real living worth and sentimental value of the homes,
Prevented the Council from airing their redevelopment aims.
The Glasgow Housing Association had to be sensitive,
To what the development and building of new flats meant,
That many would have to be evicted and relocated,
From the homes in which they relaxed and dreamt.
So now, in October 2015, the Association cleared the area,
For a more private demolition to take place without television,
But only two-thirds of the job was done as two flats still teetered,
So there’s an independent review with a look rather beleaguered.
12th of October 2015
See Scotsman news article
http://www.scotsman.com/news/scotland/top-stories/red-road-flats-2-500-return-home-after-failed-demolition-1-3913725#axzz3oLT4Dlw1
An ocean of people pulled by the moon
Frighteningly stand on foundations of sand.
A word deemed unkind will cause them to swoon
And so, by their hand, all dissent is banned.
Teetered precariously on their feels,
Not thinking it strange they constantly change.
Those thought against get no court of appeals,
No trial arranged, no pris’ner exchange,
No quarter, no mercy, no clemency,
And no kindness found, no mutual ground.
No one allowed simply to disagree.
But, they, too, are bound by rules that confound.
This can’t be good for our society.
Drowning beneath a wave of fantasy.
written for Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
truly i honestly grasp fast and arm karma's quid
quo quick for me to pass pro if you think we lasting,
surviving be the main task and I'm a over achiever like,
see that wood chewing beaver, now you start to smell cedar,
and i thought Oh my god the world's now a heater.
Ha we stuck in the feeder irrelevance teetered you've
out weighed the meter, i kinda understood this
from McGuffey's reader, the image coming to mind
is the salt man and his crimes, all jokes aside, He died.
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean churning salt to change his life.
lost in this rhyme allow me to connect lines,
many of men have trashed the sea believing they salted it,
at one time.
Trailing behind the bunch was Her. One whose equilibrium is so far forward, she trips on
her own breath. Her head was hanging low in self-pity, luckily, her rollie backpack was
acting as the gravitational pull, keeping her pudgy feet pan-caked to the ground. She
teetered like the original drinking bird, looked just like her too: well just her swollen
fat ass. She was wearing a Disney sweatshirt. Really! Why do “they” always wear Disney?
Are they the only company selling quadruple large? The irony is truly magnificent. Here:
she is the ugly duckling, the evil stepsister, the turtle that never won the race, the fat
engine that never made it up the hill. There: She was given the glass slipper, saved by
her Knight in shining armor, given the kiss to remove the curse. She is a Disney Princess.
WAITING
From here my roost is not far
Only fogged. Yet paved with tar.
I am that teetered beast
Loose me , Awaiting me is a feast.
I hear that drum of my hide rumble,
And the flute of my bones waft
Tunes not humble,
That tune of my beginning
soporific yet ecstatic in singing
Sheer paroxysm!!!!
I am that carnivore,
This forage starves me…
Unbind me, see home awaits my return.
I’m through with my first death.
My second birth is close..
©Chikwado Nwattah. 2014
From seed to sapling it grew non-stop
On the tall majestic Mountain’s top
It spread its boughs and sank its roots
Deep into it’s fertile boots
But fear it did, though strong and stout
“What if the rains cease an’ begins a drought”
Soon it sheltered friends who came,
Shared its bounty all the same
Wood and branch, leaf and nut,
An’ a hollowed trunk, the squirrels cut.
But fear it did, though huge and healthy
“Will this land stay sound and wealthy”
As the years swept by the mountains stock . . .
Landslides, mud-slides, soil and rock
Sheared of gravel Lose of friend
All alone it began to extend
But fear it did, for soon it plain
All of its friends chose to abstain
Over the side of the now craggy cliff
Full of worry and in a tiff
Its crown became crooked, twisted and knurled
Its knotted trunk,lumped with burl
Full with fear, though holding on;
“What will happen when I am gone?”
Bent from storms, reaped in pain
It teetered against the wind and rain,
On a few scraggy roots, all it had left
Deeply tucked, into the barren cleft.
And fear it did, all the more
“What does the Lord have in store?”
On the brink of disaster, the end of its keep
It’s shadow discovered, and it began to weep
And as it wept, for a hundred years
It soon discovered, It had lost its fear!
Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and fell into Susie's arms
That was the lusty beginning of their clandestine love affair
Young Susie is a man-eater and calls Bill her "Honey Bear"
Bill’s wife discovered his deception and asked for a divorce
She’ll keep it out of the media for a huge settlement, of course!
As soon as his divorce was finalised he made Susie his wife
Susie’s only twenty. Bill wanted a carer for the rest of his life
Bill’s eighty-five years old and Susie stroked his thinning hair
and denies her attraction to him is that Bill’s a multi millionaire!
They say age doesn’t matter, especially when you are ‘in love’
That depends if you’re the ‘secretary’ who's married to ‘the ‘guv’!
Within a year Bill was dead and Susie worked for another VIP
I've heard she takes dictation while sitting naughtily upon his knee
Age doesn’t matter when you’re in love Contest
Sponsored by Julie leigh Rodeheaver
12-16-17
Tony's doting on
deals at Dollar Tree teetered
on idolatry.
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