Best Teetering Poems
no time to snooze --------- some peace and quiet
the morning news --------- good eats--no diet
rush hour traffic --------- an awesome book
ads pornographic --------- a shady brook
media frenzy --------- a time to nap
jealous envy --------- a purring cat
solicitations --------- a mountain top
wars of nations --------- the sound of Bach
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time
away
from
the everyday
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Teeter-Totter Contest 8/12/14
Cocooned beneath warm silky bedding
Soundly nestled in dream’s quiet moment
Neither purged from silence nor the chatter of an awaked world
My soul engulfed- now doth begin the teetering dream
Whither I am smiling or running- tumbling or soaring
Erupts the moment of a rattling bell
My dreams flee like sparks from a roaring fire
morning’s pains seemingly swell as a title wave
As senses hinge between dream and reality
First sitting-than standing
I binge- begging then beseeching in recollecting the tilted dream now slipping
Trying to summon its phenomenon, its question, the mystery, the implied sensations
All the while reaching to turn off the rattling of reality
Do I awake to the noise of a new day
Angerly have I forgotten all.
Philipians1:3-14
The things that have happened to me have turned out for the furtherance of the
Gospel.
Simple acts of kindness.
As I sit here in my motel room teetering on the edge of homeless I can see how God is blessing me with this situation and using me to be a blessing.
Today as I explored the city I got lost and turned around so many times. But God gave me safe people to approach.
The first were some Asian tourist we helped eacother try to figure out the confusing maps at the max stops. I showed them an app that can help with transit it was a fun interaction.
I couldn't figure out my directions. I wound up on an east bound train didn't feel right so I got off the train walked up the block saying a little prayer. God blessed me with another person a city garbage collector who got me and another lost person to the yellow line heading north.
I was on the right train I missed my stop listening to some good Christion music. I got up at the next stop up. Then had to get on a southbound train.
But there I was apprached by an older lady she asked if I knew where a certain motel was. " I said I dont mind googling it." She didnt think that was the right motel. The train came I said "God bless you!" She told me ""God bless you back if I hadn't of been lost in my music missed my stop I would have missed that opportunity to be a blessing.
How can God use this to teach others of being a blessing. The best method of furthering the Gospel is being a wittness not by preaching but being a blessing or a smile or having a chance to be a witness.
My "Daily Bread Quote"
Trials can be a road to triumph
" I see that Lord thankyou!" Amen
In times that both try and excite
To what do we apply our might?
To electronics, toys, and fad
To make each man an island glad
To relieve conversation, dull
To color in each little lull
To get one from point A to B
With no adventure in between
True plagues of mind and joylessness
Seem scarcely ever are addressed
But who will offer sympathy
At the cost of efficiency?
For hours no modern man can spend
We'll build a wondrous robot friend
To lend an ear no man can share
When relatives nor colleagues care
Its cold steel arms will warm embrace
Us in our inhuman rat race
A hunk of hulking cords and wires
Its lifeblood of internal fires
Telescopic lens for eyes
A sound card, too, to mimic sighs
A monstrous voice of monotone
Reminds us we are not alone
Compressing our hand through the dark night
Whispering "It will be all right"
We won't be sad but overjoyed
O, praise the tenderheart android!
And praise to us, to build this 'bot
To learn the love that we forgot
I feel it near me again
A sweet soothing to coat my soul
The fragrance of red flowers in the air
And a warmth to withstand the coldest wind
Nervous now, for it has been so long
My heart pounds so hard in my chest
As my mind weighs the past and the pain
I wring my hands as I squint in the sunshine
I'm afraid, so very afraid
My mistakes are many and victories few
But maybe this one is different
Or maybe I'm confused again
My body knows it's right
Arms, legs, my stomach, my skin
All tingle in her presence
Her touch makes my heart sing to the shadows
But if nothing, I will die again
The darkness will consume me
And my love will be deeper hidden still
So I can do nothing but teeter on sharp indecision
Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster
elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester
trending toward vagueness exhibited
by Addams family uncle Fester.
Yours truly makes exception to his
preference for law and order, viz
sanctioning upheaval particularly
avast mayhem curried kindled, biz
zee ness linkedin courtesy divine whiz
hard re: coronavirus (COVID-19).
Oh...just a slight digression duration
approximately no longer than left
middle, or... right third eye blind blink
a show of hands via augmented and/or
virtual reality who recall children's pink
cuss Zuckerman lyrics, I roundly think
nonsense verse skidda marinky dinky dink
though a curmudgeonly fella, a catchy tune
me and the boys (at taproom) sing up drink
dated to more apropos synchronize Asia chink
lets the sunshine, thru trumpeting don vizier
touting America upon self destructive brink
allowing, enabling, and providing participation
within convenience er... rather forced lockdown
yet safely and soundly sequestered blame ratfink
microscopic organism (alluded 17) lines above
pitching capitalistic qua Laissez faire economy.
Accordance to crude Dickensian nostrildamus
whose predictions noted for reference to nose
everything about hmm... sax and violins crows
excitedly (pretend ye did not read orgasmically)
as United States of America pushed to breaking
into bajillion pieces metaphorically, aye suppose
executive, judicial, & legislative colluding bozos
feigning, grinning, hobnobbing... arrogant beastie
boys and goo goo dolls sporting snazziest custom
tailored (swiftly) made harried styled fancy clothes
at taxpayers expense of course, but more important
exerting Republican driven power to deprive *******
constitutional right to vote
namely i.e. disenfranchisement
especially upcoming 2020
presidential election woes
rendered manifold times
more challenging populace
up in arms vehemently
protesting prolonged quarantine
scrawling, sketching, &
striking garish noir
artist's rendition arrows
(albeit broken) corruptly,
lamentably, pathetically politicos
hell bent upending cradle holding
what dead souls Lord Knows...?
Analogous whim didst flit hither
and yon to & fro within
noggin (mine), the following
representation you envision
whereby governmental representatives
dead set declawing,
maiming, née destroying
Bald Eagle Great Seal symbolizing
The eagle head turned
towards olive branch, on right side,
to symbolize preference for peace.
In beak, eagle clutches
a scroll with motto E pluribus unum
("Out of Many, One"),
The Olive branch and arrows
denote power of peace &
war which exclusively vested in Congress.
It's all a flurry
All I see is blurry,
The lights are streaming
Sparkles in her eyes are gleaming,
The music is pulsating
Through my skin,
Deep within my soul
I feel it overpowering,
I have no control
Who does?
Not I
I'm teetering on the brink,
I'm going to fall
From the rhythm,
This beat is sick
It makes my heart tick
She laughs; I smile
This is going to be a hit,
I jump
My heart is lit
What is my next move?
I am feeling this groove
She dances close to me
I will seize this moment, I will not flee...
I have seen people just about starting,
There’re others at the end of the rope
crisis ridden and with anguish smarting
and latched onto a diminishing hope
With sorrow no longer able to cope.
~Janice Canerdy contest.
The Word Teeter Totter
He used the word teeter totter.
It surprised me, because I never hear it any more.
I said, “Where did you learn that word?”
He did not know which one I meant.
I said, “How do you know about a teeter totter?”
He said, “I was born on a teeter totter.”
An interesting visual for sure.
Teetering on the Gates of Hell
Having balanced upon the Gates of Hell and fallen back into joy,
Resurrected from degeneration and despair only to stumble
Where voluptuous prowess exerts an enticing allure…false satisfaction.
Eternity forever captured with one last lunge…devouring hope.
And the soul remains chained, forever…to the ever-welcoming Gates of Hell.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 28, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
Please use the link below to see the “Digital Painting” that inspired this poem.
http://daneann.redbubble.com/sets/74185/works/3331360-2-hells-gate
All the neurons that misfired,
all the synapses blocked and mired,
all the random thoughts and fears,
all the head-bumps through the years,
all of us, of humanity,
are just a nudge from insanity.
Light lusters through a leak-in-line squall,
design is drenched from the downpour.
Ground's thick dew began to shimmer and prism,
It's within grasp of awe.
withstand meager hooves ahead.
I board a whirlwind of vivid cortex.
teetering swelling blazes spun whirling.
Tidal light wave caught me in its vortex,
warmth is generated by red loading.
squinting, cold in green
turn to a frail blue bastion
twirl to deep azure
Written: April 2nd, 2022
Checked by HMS.COM
A combination of forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I stand on the brink of tomorrow’s joys
Listening to the whispering of a gentle mist
Kissing the breezes as they come my way,
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day,
Wondering how much was clamoring noise
Echoing through a preoccupied mind I missed,
And trying to recall why I came here to stay
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day.
I peer over the edge at tomorrow’s ploys
In my mind reviewing this remarkable list
Of plans laid over, huge lumps of pliable clay,
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day,
Teetering on the brink, clutching my poise,
Between today and tomorrow an unseen twist
In my attitude, so casual, come-what-may
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day.
Written January 13, 2022