Best Tither Poems
Deep is the water of the lagoon
filled with many kinds of things
the more you look the more you see
reflected clouds floating in the water
A host of wondrous plants on the banks
little fish darting hither and tither
tall reeds are casting mottled shadows
deep down a big catfish lies in ambush
The cool waters a pure bliss to watch
rippling waves setting off flashes
different colours glint and shatter
like light beams hitting coloured shards
The tranquillity of this magical place
calls out to me beckoning me closer
I lay on the grassy bank trailing a hand
in the soft water and feel I am restored
Keep this place secret just for us to share
come here whenever the outside world is too much
here a blissful peace awaits to bathe you
to bring comfort and soothe away the daily pains
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
As I walk around my garden, I note
that my daphnia is in full flower
it is always my first bush to show
and fill my garden with tantalising scent.
My Yucca always gives me colour
in the bleak month of December
standing there so stately
each year another head appears.
The trellis will soon be awash
with its orange trumpets
that brighten up an otherwise dull wall
and makes me smile as they reach up high.
While my various rose bushes
gleefully soon will cover my pergola
mingling with the honeysuckle
filling garden with most delightful scent.
Ah everywhere the promise of Spring abounds
How I long for the warm days to come
when I can sit out by my ponds
and watch fish darting hither and tither.
Dragonflies some enormous and so pretty
visit my lilles and briefly settle there
Spring the month of my birth
will at last soon be here.
I have mirrored the whole of my life
On this mercurial surface
I have painted myself on this glossy canvas
My pen has bled words in red
You can look straight into me
As you see my reflection on a mirror
I have sketched me as I am
Honest and truthful,
Sans distortion or contortion
I don’t want to be a sham
Here have I laid bare my life
Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles
My longings and my heart aches
My expectations, my disappointments
My triumphs, my defeats
My search through every nook n’ cranny for success
My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat
My moments of escalating joy
My dark hours of crippling distress
Everything I wanted to be
Everything I failed to be
Please have a peek into my porous heart
Assess this candid chronicle of my life
And tell me if my soul is black or white
Sometimes I feel I am a life boat without oars
Floating aimless hither and tither
But I see light houses of joy in between
To pilot my way over shoals and breakers!
May. 5.2022
Placed Third
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Who knows what the future holds?
Fate laughs loudly in our faces.
Scientists say our sun will die
becoming firstly a red star.
Its final stage they predict
will be a black hole.
Do the moon, stars and planets
affect our destiny in life?
Or is it our own choices
that set us on our path.
Will we one day return
maybe in another form?
Are we blown hither and tither
like a leaf blown by wind's will?
Will we again see our loved ones?
That lies in the hand of destiny.
A speck drifts in the wind blown hither and tither,
Briefly settling then takes to the air once more.
Now a charged particle thanks to the storm,
It flitters around like a beautiful butterfly.
Travelling the world at the whim of winds
visiting Australia, Asia and Africa on its way.
The frozen plains of Europe weigh it down
As it mixes with ice that freezes it hard.
Drifting aimlessly northwards, it, then
picks up the gulf stream still heading north.
Finally over the Shetland Isles it comes
to rest, Oh the tales that it could tell us.
Now it adds richness to the thin soil
here spring plants will take a grip
and burst into wondrous blooms
all due to a small mote of dust.
My wife woke me up last night and said that she had been bitten all over by something,
She said she was certain it had not been me...
Alarmed! I rolled off the bed and landed on my knee.
Our baby was sleeping soundly and he did give a tither,
Sleep was precious and mine was a lost treasure.
Switching on the lights, I ventured to check
My wife, armed with a torch went over every speck
Checking anything that moves, including my shadow...
She declared she was fed up with my strange bedfellows!
My wife, she is a fighter! and I went down once again, hook line and sinker.
Crawling carefully, we saw quite a few well fed guests,
Trust me, they had had a feast and were ready for a well earned rest.
"Bed bugs! in my house!!" bellowed my wife!
I knew someone was nearing the end of someone's life.
The blame was sure to come on me and and so I quit exchanging pleasantries.
The next day I surfed the net and posted the problem on a website...
And answered phone calls well into the night!
Carpet area, free services and yearly sprays to get rid of all pests..
The offers were tougher to negotiate than a reprieve from the God of Death.
All said and done, the deal was signed and the work began.
They sprayed all over and under and even in between the third and fourth dimensions
Einstein would have been impressed, maybe even written an equation!
I sit in front of the computer with a runny nose...
Keeping watch over the house even as the scourge of the bugs slowly go.
The house smells funny and for two days I will miss their company.
My wife and kids, I mean and not the bed bugs.. O Reader!!
You are as bad as my wife, who thinks I am a lazy bugger!
Little bed bugs can shake a household,
Or as in my case, put life on hold.
Nowadays I write poems for my friends who have turned cold.
Those pest control guys did a good job, I believe,
I can see insects falling from the walls, the cracks, and the crevices.
Sometimes Life is just simple and straight,
Bed bugs, cockroaches and even a few mosquitoes are a part of your fate.
What is amazing is that a bug's bite has been converted into the Net's byte!
I rest my case...
Accepting whatever I get with...grace.
Headlouse dance as agile ballerinas across a small childs skull
And believe the truth as im only good at that
I havent seen one for a while
Its hard to confess
That i actually miss
Foriging the tresses of my little sprigs
Salivating
Eyes dancing
Hither and tither
To and fro
As if anyone would
Id always know
Where on earth the little devils would go
I know their lifecycle
Lifespan
And im ever so proud to admit that i can
Spot one
At fifty paces
(The safari Hunt!)
I used to settle down, comb at hand
I knew i was at it when i imagined
A safari hat
I was the hunter
Their stalker
Trapsing through the thick dark forestry of hair
Silent in deep excitement
'THERE! ' Ive got another one
Id chalk up the amounts
leaving bloodied squashed and squelched
Knits pon white tissue
A most satisfactory
Blood count
I was good, i was brilliant
A most efficient predator
of those nasty
Horrid little blood sucking beasts that chose to feast
On my childrens heads
Id gather up the population
Ensuring they were all
DEAD!
(Bet you scratched your head at least once whilst reading this)
Light raft floating
drifting for a breeze
Sailing aimlessly
Going into nothingness
Yet drifting on a bed of certainty
Am I a harbouring passenger
OR a willing vessel
bobbing hither and tither
with the confidence of the waves
Whether willing or by direction
I steeped the ocean's floor
Whether I was cleaning or just sweeping
I traversed the carpets shore
Where was my comfort to be sought
OR my intimacy to be dreamt
For where have you seen a twig with dreams
OR the blazing glory of a shoot
There's no compass for relief
Only certitude was certainty,
The assured conviction
That truth is fact!
Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.
Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.
Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,
Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.
Hey Valentine, where are you?
Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain
or in the depths of an ocean?
Are you in the sweltering heat of summer
Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon?
You are lost between winter’s chill
and the verdure of spring.
You make me shiver and sweat in turn.
You are at once the soft touch of a feather
and the sting of a speeding arrow!
Love is now stagnant without flow
like the duck weed that float
over the greasy surface of still waters.
You are crushed between the petals
of a rose and its thorns.
You are thrown hither and tither,
by fevered minds.
Oh, where are you?
You hide between darkness and dawn,
at the intersection of dreams and nightmares
where love and heartache copulate.
Where are you, Valentine?
Better you be in your hide out.
I don’t want to see your bloody face,
a n y m o r e…..
Joy Unspeakable
Culminate since birth, sprung opened trials,
hither, somewhat tither, consequence waits,
opportune knock as an opened door smiles,
means of one's worth misery, rapture rates.
Character, their drawn portion brings about,
steadfastness accrued, witnessed by others,
contentment approves summation per clout,
worries cringe test, gladness is my druthers.
Cheerfulness wholehearted, sure of oneself,
planned groundwork correspond accurately,
prevailing arrangement fills some bookshelf,
groundbreaking moments burst rapturously.
Enchanting anecdotes, proving their ground,
recurrence linked praising is the best sound.
2021 February 25
*3rd Place*
CONTEST: Joy continuum
JUDGED: 2021 February 26
'NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest -'
~~Constance La France
Be there a time
that flowed the aura 'neath
the breadth that holds the weight
of thee,
does beauty walks
atop your sliding granules
of trinket feet and painted nails rob few
of thee,
that once charmed
men release their girth
and loosen virtue slip through fingers
of thee,
Of famous men
or sum feminine further
first, their standing you're a standby is a curse
of thee,
appointed overseer
these belittle that tither
the wind to contest and forfeit no choice
of thee,
stems petalled vibrant
fluttering liken grains 'neath
pursues to escape yet yours are a part
of thee,
alluring crafts their will
whereas remotely the aloof eyes
risks furtherance out and pivot some way
of thee,
you steer their breaths
seductively complete a whiff of
ancient's potent secrecy projects the chasm
of thee,
you comprehend being alone
and of what brews lacking its realm
where time stands with no hands to a clock mocks
of thee,
the colors constant fetching
commands acclaim, award, a look-see,
and of the sky from the sun's set to rise, be the same
of thee,
free to count the exact stars
cool of the moon and the sun's heat
the four winds cast no eyes but you sway to their glory
of thee,
you are priceless
as indifference be of no virtue or vice
the words I write of you do not go through you, but is, as it should be,
... of thee.
Time flies, yes,
Two decades already
And it seems just like yesterday,
When a fragile virgin girl-child
Was wrapped unto the overjoyed
Waiting hands of her parents!
Two decades and counting,
I want to fly with it,
A bird with two right wings,
Free to twitter in the open air
Air is free, life is a gift!
Two decades already,
It doesn't feel like the number 20
As I pray twenty decades in my Rosary!
A dot in a million years,
Yet, that's my whole life so far!
Two decades and counting,
Wow! I love the feeling of maturity,
Of coming of age,
And swimming with the tides
Life churns out at random.
I love the feeling of womanhood;
I feel like I can hold the stars
In my hands and kiss the moon!
At twenty, I want nothing more than
Good health, more wealth and happiness,
It's not too much to ask!
The last four years of my teen
Saw many waters pass under the bridge,
They saw a heart full of love,
A heart broken, and many sleepless nights
And rivers of tears-soaked pillows!
I've seen the low and the high,
What most old women saw and shudder,
Yet, like a Meteorite I rise,
I rise from ashes like a Phoenix!
I no longer feel cocooned
Or tossed hither and tither
By spinners of the ethereal firmament,
A kiss rolling far off
To the eyes of the sea where
I'll row my boat in the midst of storm!
I'm not a woman on her knees,
I'm the captain of my ship
The CEO of my life!
- For Chidera at 20
To live is to take a chance
each day we have many choices
is our life preordained?
the paths already written?
Or are we just balsam
blown hither and tither
when you stop and think
how much free choice is there?
Our discipline starts early
from the day we first attend
kindergarten or school lessons
after school we go out to work
Again we are at the whims of bosses
if you do not toe the line out you go
appearances are important to neighbours
so we keep our houses and gardens nice
If one drops out of every day life
and goes totally their own way
we are called odd and often far worse
just for daring to be different
Man is such a herd animal
like sheep we follow blindly
not wanting to seem unusual
needing the approval of peers
So in this game of life
we roll the dice of chance
choosing to follow fate
no real free choice for us