Best Tittering Poems


Premium Member Re-Assigned Sugar Plum Elf

I had barely escaped the cat’s enormous paws
When I found myself in fairyville Santa Claus
What is this place I ventured to ask?
The answer was a surprising gasp.

Are you new? The red robin queried with dismay.
Apparently I was to be someone else that day.
I am a sugar plum elf, newly-re-assigned, I said.
So he took me to a dorm where I went to bed.

Whirling dream faeries kept me up all night
Laughing and tittering, left and right.
I put the pillow all over myself,
Now sorry I was a sugar plum elf.

Real Santa Claus never came to this part of town.
But his wife Lou did, when she was not feeling down.
They showed me how to make fabulous wooden toys,
For the giant girls, and the really giant boys.

I stayed hidden as I ran between Santa’s workshops,
Not wanting to be captured by anything that hops.
The cat is stealthily, you will be eaten, they said.
But if that was true, I would already be dead.
Categories: tittering, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Faerie Flower Therapy

Twinkling with mysticism,
magically peeping among fragrant
blossoms, reveling the aliveness of
frolicking, rollicking cousins.
Faeries congregate in tittering 
pairs, occasionally in triplets
or quads, encouraging, and cajoling.
Sagely inspiring lively flowers 
to show off their most beautiful.
Hiding from the non-believers,
delighting the rest of us, luring
us back into their gardens.
Aspiring us, and uplifting
us, without pixie dust, rather
 with soul feelings that sprinkle our
day with goodness – so pronounced,
we can only get it here.
Faerie flower therapy,
nothing better to aid 
in healing of psyche.
Categories: tittering, fairy, garden,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Alienation

"Alienation"


Burning through the atmosphere
a diamond hugs herculean, demanding, meteoric,
fast like a sharp spear aimed at Zion in the
obsidian night sky deep, so vast, dotted here
and there with other anaemic diamantés
twinkling, then dimming, as if in despair, 
they don’t shine as bright
nor so fair, 
this immolator is without peer
Lion of Judah, presence felt near.

A shooting star into the stratosphere?
Leaving a blistering debris trail in its wake.
A Sonic Boom breaks through the veil
sends out sound waves, touching, feeling, 
slightly off-rail
sends out a Revelation heralding 
resounding eardrum shattering tear -  
KA-BOOM!
just like some glamour chick’s walked into the room
in 6 inch killer stilettos, 
curve hugging deep velvet
the sub-level indigo blues,
shaking everything in the place
slams the door, her audience now captive 
is frozen in place, tittering amongst themselves, 
“Here’s something new”;
the world awakes to
crushed violets, heliotropes, shell pinks, eggshell pale blues;
she rises above him
he lifts his face.
Arrival in this 
AlienNation 
no Ocean, a barren place
Holding pattern and station. 
Her vessel lands with a thud, 
breaks the bedrock, dirt
she steps through the portal
away from it all, she’s escaping
this asylum, 
it’s not evolving, it’s not birth
a re-entry of sorts, 
a vacuum sucking back down to 
Deadly Earth.

(Lovejoy-Burton/ Dec 2017)

(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEfqTlKPqfI
Categories: tittering, earth, imagery, lost, mystery,
Form: Free verse

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Feeling Good

Laugh
Giggle, Guffaw 
Chucking, Tittering, Cackling 
Joy, Mirth, Cry, Chortle 
Tearing, Weeping, Sobbing 
Whiny, Blubber-faced 
Cachinnate
Categories: tittering, children, emotions, happy, joy,
Form: Diamante

Robin Hood - Contest

Robin Hood was bored this day
Heard the sheriff was passing his way
Collecting taxes from the poor
Many would be starving but they knew the score
Pay up and shut up, would listen to no pleas
Robin hid his merry men amongst the trees
The mighty sheriff he would tease

Put a rope across the pathway
Now was the sheriff's time to pay
Shh I hear the horses coming
Marian laid down as though she was sunning
The sheriff reigned his horse in fast
Nearly running over the comely lass
Robin's maid thinks he, his chance at last

"Why sheriff",  she said her eyes a twinkling
"How can I rise from here was thinking"
Down jumped the sheriff  dismissing his men
Naughty thoughts he was thinking then
Took off his jacket his pants were to follow
When he heard a noise from the hollow
Was Robin tittering the sight too hard to swallow

The sheriff showing his pale white thighs
Brought tears of laughter to his eyes
The sheriff was aroused by his demise
Before looking up into Robin's eyes
Grabbed for his sword but was on the ground
Woods ringing of laughter all around
Sheriff knowing he looked like a clown

Out came the merry men the sight to see
A sheriff looking embarrassed needing a wee
"What do you want Robin" he said at last
"Return without any money, this year No Tax".
He had to agree no option to take
So back to Nottingham the king to face
Swearing his men to secrecy said "no tax at this place".

Form  rhyme royal.  Two couplets and a  tercet.
Categories: tittering, fun,
Form: Rhyme Royal

Finches

The finches are back,
traveling on their way south,
tittering in trees.
© Jim Tidd  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: tittering, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Elixirs In the Body and Mind

Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.

How do they stay most-given?
A team, that is one-driven.
Does one's desire astonish?
Tell your brain to admonish.

A sneer on the mental brow
Appallingly booming blow.
Yes, you should follow this way.
Block each feasible pathway.

The body is sumptuous.
Warm at the pool alumnus.
Doesn't respond to mental bait?
Timing tools that might not wait.

Real truth lives in our minds.
We love looking for these kinds.
Someone else's nimbly leaping.
When daydreaming or showing

Tap a single rhythmic flare
Nicely made body and flair.
Youth seduced by its own wit.
Dyed mind slips out puzzle kit.

Intense male moot chittering
Had ample scorn, tittering.
That formed to smelt it anxious.
Let them nark what they cautious.

Let them each do as they please.
None of them came to a cease.
Until they met in the past.
As though it were for the last.

I'm watching Housemates.
Enter, discuss, and debate.
I can just watch them in awe.
Calm mind has cost me sorrow.

Complete a mental process.
Coupled with one's hidden progress
A quiet wait for game-start.
Clue that thinking must be smart.

A circle of live persons.
Anticipating reactions
Tense reactions preset dancing
How to strain when enhancing?

Look for life's necessity,
Needs love and austerity.
Focus beings on the soul.
How to live arty role.

If we grasp eternity.
Time and eons disunity.
One didn't equal the other.
We crave life touch void over.

Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.

Written: 09/01/2022


Sans Mind-Body Who Are We Poetry Contest
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JUEJU: 7 syllables every line
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: tittering, analogy, appreciation, body, meaningful,
Form: Jueju

Premium Member She Is Making Eyeball Tea

What is she making? Someone asks, wondering aloud.
She is a pretty girl, friendly, but not overly loud.
It looks like something red, someone replies. Maybe berries?
There is a little bit of tittering from the tea leaf faeries.

She is making eyeball tea, they begin to sing in rhyme.
It is lemon like, so fruity, we drink it all the time!
The elves are horrified, for they are a tiny bit prissy.
Come have some I say to my best friend and my sissy.

Eyeball tea! You are kidding! My sister says. Right?
Come and taste it, I tell her. It is simply out of sight.
Once you have it you will not want to drink anything else ever.
I see the elves and gnomes sitting back. One gives a shiver.
Categories: tittering, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Professor Wilbur the Whale the Second

Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It is wise to brush the hair of radishes if kept as pets as jess the juniper plant will inform crystal curtains if the duty of brush is not attended to. And the duty of brush is a popular sight for passing breezes in microscopic skirts. Pitter patter titter tattle then. Tittering teasing tenacious tingles. Trapping. Tripping. Taking. Then up and away with all the finer scented procrustean produce. In a giant orbital cloud. Decorated in proud prints and self determined make up that costs way over the price of a single bag of flour to dust the cheeks. It is more often that a mock moronic macro macaroni makes an energy beam to an enemy of eggplants. But eggplants can be radically and powerfully transforms and transported into the wide dance halls of many a lunar ocean ballroom. Dance carefully carrying the sand, the ships, and the oven gloves. We wouldn't want spillage would we? So very wasteful. Wasteful waist coated wasters wantonly willing war. And a five centimetre slug jet skiing on the wild tepid waters at ease with all possibilities of a handwritten swirly note with a flowery kiss. Playful and play. Playing and placing. And the sharp wide angle from a spotted viewfinder is never quite enough to seal a deal with a seal, a serpent and a pillar of margarine. Quanta quintet. And a portal of pigs parading in a seventy seven acre of orchard pie. Monkeys dangling from trees throwing dirt at ignorance. And the jester fish trots by on the shire horse on a blue sunny afternoon. Age after age after age after age after age. Clever created canopies cuddle cute clams. Clap then. One two three four clap clap clap. And give a loud cheer like hurrrraaahhhhhhh. Then lie down then stand up. Quickly. Central controlled colonies collect. Drag no tin of ham or peas to the airports. Z quintillion Z quintessential Z at fifty four rotating square pegs with long curvaceous legs ti twelve turkeys tuning tinned terrapin tunes. Bing bang bong bung in a bungalow. Laughing. Like ha ha ha ha ha. And a cute semi polarised cat in a tight fitting bathing hat in a bathroom. Z and that was the latest news. Z
Categories: tittering, analogy, animal, appreciation, ,
Form:

Premium Member Ghost Hunters and Spiritualists

G        goblins, ghouls and ghosts
H        haunted houses, blood running cold with fright
O        ornery children threatened by them
S        so they will submit to harried parents
T        truthfully I do not like the connotation of the word ghost

H        haunting is fascinating to eleven and thirteen-year-olds
U        under guise of slumber parties now called sleepovers
N        nervous giggling, as they get out the Ouija board
T        tittering, in an uncomfortable pre-teen way
E        each pushing it toward certain letters
R        reacting in horror at what they spell
S        sleeping fitfully not in their own beds, imagining the worst.
 
A        am I confused these are lumped together? Yes.
N        Not able to understand how they are the same
D        daring to enlighten an open-minded reader
 
S       spiritualists follow their heart
P       paranormal things happen to them
I        intuition shows them a new way of thinking
R       reality of theirs must be perceived or understood
I        it cannot be explained, it must be felt and lived.
T       true to themselves, they know without knowing how they know
U      under fire sometimes for beliefs thrust upon them by unseen forces
A      angelic messengers seek them out because they receive messages
L       long-time persecuted for living with God’s gift of psychic perception
I       it has to be experienced, for it cannot be imagined in its fullness.
S      Sensing, smelling, occasionally seeing wisps of
T      tantalising flecks of something
S      Spirit, showing herself, in safety of a believer


9-19-2018                                    Ghost Hunters and Spiritualists Contests
                                                                 Sponsor:  Kevin Shaw
Categories: tittering, death, perspective,
Form: Acrostic

Tittering Totter

tittering totter is not a high heeled smoke alarm nor a ship

Valve number eighteen is open said the rasping snakelike male. Slithering. Pipe like gatherings of serpentalias sweeping. Above and below. A surface scarred tissue. Where no schooling enters for education is blinked and blanked and covered with an asymmetric blanket in huge cobra sweeping duties to silence even a spill of sauce from the didactic crockery, and stainless steel cookery. So that is to the veins and vernacular vesicles said the other snake like individual. Slithering slippery sharpened staves staffing steeled shapes. Oh dear. Mr ford Monegasque will not be impressed for that is one lobster less he will consume this year. Let us hide underbelly and underbids for underbrush is fantastic news for an under flowering underflow plant. Plants in pinnys ride on horses that whinny in horseshoed shapes structural. Gymkhana leaping gourmet lunches in ice cube hats. Great. Linger no lecherous luxury in a bean curdle whilst stirring eleven antiquated apple pips. Juice. Wow. And all that wallow. From a hollow. In a nice clean bathroom window. Z polytheism Z at seven driving digging draperies to twenty one mermaids in a sink. Z *** z.
Categories: tittering, allusion, aubade, baptism, bible,
Form:

Save Yourself 3 of 4

A few hours of tittering on past glories of a planet,
Tsal, Pezal and the team see a screen still alive from sun's power,
Broadcasting (most likely in a loop) with partly dark LEDs
The news of a time when Nature hadn't turned entirely sour.

Tsal asks himself like a sharp stab to his chest:
"Didn't they read the signs?" Tropical rains coming early
Then late year on year, messing up planting and harvesting,
While thermometers lost touch with reality, doing exactly what wasn't said on the telly.

Floods washed away months of tilling and planting on estates,
While droughts washed away whole villages, leaving them empty,
And more nuclear disasters decimated whole cities and states,
But life went on disregarding the warning in Humpty Dumpty

Fiddling with the core's magnetic fields led to imbalance,
And the Earth struggled to shake off the destroyers,
Spewing molten venom and nerve gas to dance
Upon the lives of sons, daughters and fathers and mothers.

Yeah, Nature had long lost what was left of patience,
As the Ozone let in the rays so long waiting at Earth's doors,
To steal the seas and rivers out into space's expanse,
As if to say: "You have all, yet you don't recognize, and keep seeking more."

(c) Nyonglema
Categories: tittering, death, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Verse

Yesterday

There was pain like glass going through fresh new born skin.
It was in and out and out and in again. Like an outlet you plugged yourself
Into me but I never felt the electricity. All that I felt was numbness. 
You always spoke in such circles, it was often so redundant. 
Like a baby learning to talk you kept repeating words like “I love you”. 
But you hid me away like you were ashamed, I felt like your diary.
And even though you’re gone I can still feel you tittering inside of me. 
She kicks hard on my newly rounded belly. 
And even though you hurt me I still melt inside like jelly just thinking of you.
This baby inside me grows bigger each day. 
I pace back in forward through my house searching like someone whose lose their keys. 
She will be searching for her father and I will be searching through yesterday.
The calendar blows in the wind. The Pages are turning years, month, memories, and the 
end.
Categories: tittering, lifebaby, me, baby, me,
Form: Sonnet

Jealousy

He stood upon the parapet
Tittering on the ledge
Giggling to himself 
And shuffling closer to the edge

For seven storeys down below
His wife and lover stood
He knew what they were up to
And it surely wasn’t good

Chuckling to himself, and 
Moving slowly to the verge
The anger burning deeply, and
It fired a deadly urge

Laughing like a loony
Leaping headlong from his roost
Madly flapping arms to give 
His fall an added boost

“Your smiling now you rotten cow
You won’t find this so funny
I’d rather die than let you try
To get hold of my money”

Half way down toward the ground
His progress slowly halted
That crazy grin turned awful thin
He thought his plan was thwarted

His braces caught the flag pole
And it hindered his descent
He hovered for a moment
And then flying up he went

Bouncing up and bouncing down
Till finally it stopped
He smiled a rueful smile, and then
His trouser buttons popped

Continuing his journey
As he hurtled earthward bound
His wife and lover sidestepped
And he crashed into the ground

Laughing like a drain he seemed
To find it awfully funny
Though nearly dead he turned and said
“I really missed you honey”
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: tittering, death, family, funny, husband,
Form:

Premium Member Worshipful Master Ted Is Tense

worshipful master’s fez kept slipping off his head.
he was irritated and blamed the trumpet flower.
tittering faeries kept him irritated, this honored Ted.
Ted sat in their bouquet, annoyed by their power.

they had him all confused and curiously tense.
with their girly charms and their faerie ways.
he sat among their giggling in masculine suspense.
wondering what they had in mind for him these days.

smiling smirking faeries are first fun, but they sometimes turn.
his grandpa found out when his heart was captured by one.
gramps lives a life of toil and work, driven hard by his wife Fern.
a faerie who keeps him busy while she flies off and has the fun.
Categories: tittering, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
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