Best Totter Poems
Teeter Totter
Up
down.
"Don’t bump your bottom on the ground!"
UP
down.
Inside the curvy tunnel is a dark, spooky space.
WOOPS, I'm sorry Patrick, I couldn't see your face!
A slippery slide we move down fast, Sarah’s arm in a cast!
I love to swing with Lindsey Loo, but swinging too high, she'll lose a
shoe!
Jack likes the tire rope the best, he just won't stop and take a rest!
When he circles 'till he's dizzy, his Irish face turns red and his hair turns
frizzy!
Gertie reaches for each monkey bar, “LOOK at me” she brags.
She thinks she's such a star, even I can climb that far!
It’s finally time for us to go, have ice cream and take a rest.
Our playground time is just the best!
6/21/2021
THE PLAYGROUND
Birth. Life.
Reliant. Trust.
Wonder. Bliss.
Rules. Unsurety.
Rules. No meaning.
Rules. Punishment.
Realization. Carefulness
Realization. Why
Why. Realization
Love. Acceptance
Caring. Learning
Growing. Self realization
God. Spiritual
Spiritual. Enlightenment
Friends. Good
Friends. Bad
Learning. Future
Compassion. Feeling
Feeling. New
Understanding.ageing
How wonderful it is.the journey that is.home will come, inevitably.it will come.
Aging. Acceptance
Illness. Faith
Faith. Understanding
Acceptance. Life
Life. Death
JUSTICE
EQUALITY OPPORTUNITY
LIBERTY VOTE BARE ARMS
LIFE
FREE
INCOME
SPEACH FREEDOM HAPPINESS
Of The People ~ By The People ~ For The People
Land of The Free Home of The Brave
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\ - A - M - E - R - I - C - A - N - /
Legal
Oath Pledge
Patriot Honor Pride
One Nation Under God
Responsibility Accountability
United We Stand Divided We Fall
1 7 7 6
[Written in December 2009 while at the UN Climate Conference in Copenhagen]
The plank is of a long, strong wood
With edges round for measures good
Small steady steps the toddler walks
While politicians stall the talks
Three fifty steps the child takes
He still is safe despite mistakes
But stands around the tipping point
The world is lacking efforts joint
Teeter toddler on a see-saw
Looks around his world with awe
He won’t see the world we know
His children won’t make balls of snow
Nor will they shriek with sounds of glee
At the base of a mature sequoia tree
The child takes a few more steps
Three eighty now the child preps
He braces now the plank just tips
Foot raised mid-air he nearly trips
He’s left his parent’s binding arms
His siblings now cry in alarm
Loud voices raised the leaders hear
The messages we chant are clear
Still balancing one foot in the air
Do leaders have the will to care?
And then to act in united haste
I fear our votes have been misplaced
Footing down, he sheds his tears
He’s heading down towards his fears
Urgent action is his need
He wishes leaders would succeed
In finding words that all endorsed
With rules and visions well enforced
His parent’s arms bind him once more
And guide him to his place before
Before he made those last few choices
Now that he’s safe his world rejoices
So that is all we really need
Decisions made in spite of greed
Where different voices will unite
Survival after all’s a right
Society is young and yet
It’s frailty we can’t forget
For we’re not all that we affect
And if we stall, we’ll all regret
Now is the time for us to act
We need a more effective pact
So let’s unite the world again
And ‘seal the deal’ in 2010.
Teeter totter poem
Standing on a razor sharp edge,
Just like balance that has a wedge,
Swaying on either of two sides,
Positive and negative, life is a teeter totter ride!
It's sometimes love, other times sorrow,
Some humble words, some harsh ego,
Immense pleasure , at times great horror,
Peace in world, more of hostility and terror !
Whenever tried to live a balanced life,
Always encountered some new strife,
And on a tottering platform as I lied,
Testing times for me, no one to guide!
Good enchants and bad depresses,
Confidence blesses and loss suppresses,
Every aspect essential for a complete life,
Melody of music comes of the teeter totter pipe!
Written on 30/7/14
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A teeter-totter of the pair
All saying
Goodness is not all good.
Good things should be acceptable.
Not being good is not due to badness.
Badness is not all bad.
Bad things should be atrocious.
Not being wicked is not goodness.
A duel of Love and Happiness,
Root for either one.
Which side is jumping higher?
Clap, clap, cheer, cheer.
I'd stand by the latter
'cause of no shadow to follow.
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.
From grief.....................closure grows;
From pain......................experience grows.
The shadows of the grotesque.............highlight the beauty;
The shadows of loss ............................highlight the value.
Blood is the fire of both destruction............ and creation,
From the ashes of death..................new life will be born.
Fear is irreconcilable,
Don’t let it wreck the balance.
08/04/14
I washed myself, I watched myself
I've cleaned hurts so deep.
I told myself, I mold myself.
I've lost the balance of my feet.
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
Drinks Saturday nights
Sunday Bible in your hands
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
I lost myself, I stopped myself
I finally came clean
I want myself, I love myself
I found the greater me
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
Lord, lift me up now
I trust where I will land.
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
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.
I’m tired of the teeter-totter polemics
that pass for profundity.
I’m tired of the see-saw tug of war,
the streaming regurgitation on every channel.
Yes, I’m weary of the predictable posturing,
the vapid, barren landscapes of the oligarchy.
I am groggy in the dull fog of capitalist pretense,
the plutocratic hubris sold by carnival barkers.
I am worn down by the endless banal chatter,
the mindless daily clutter flooding all our
electronic screens, all our senses.
Scientists in a million years will
try to decipher our primitive etchings.
Our digital scribble will remain.
Will they recognize our AI ventriloquism?
Will they distinguish us from chimpanzees?
I don’t have answers in my advancing years.
I’ll find cozy books and trees instead,
while we still have them.