Handstand Poems | Examples

frankly speaking

fool me once shame on 
me ~ fool me twice shame on you ~
but more I ignore ...

facts of life ~ well taught
lives well ~ so-so not so well ~
not at all ... jail cell

Spring to life ... summer
lounge ... fall remembered ~ then say
colder than least year

I dream to forget
you ... not at night but by day
 ~ you haunt my nightmares ...

*heard you of ... four two
three then none ... handstand yoga
taught by an angel

*baby crawl on fours, adult stands on two, elder's cane makes three, Heavenly carry leaves none ~ then mine is a parody pun.

favorite part of the circus

The polka dotted monkey had a banana in each hand.
He did a flip, a summersault and a giant handstand.
We noticed his colorful bib then that said “Be you”.
He was our favorite part of the circus said Mr. Magoo.

Man In the Marching Band

Here’s the man in the marching band
Fiddlin with sticks on his petty hands
Marching, marching round the street
In the middle of the glazing blazing heat.

Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man. He’s in command
With a little syncopation & intonation
Here’s the man in the marching band

Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man when he’s on demand
Walking in the steps of a child’s handstand
Dancing to the beat of a broken watchband

Sticks and stones might break his drums
No beat, no soul, no rhythm, no goal
Maybe one day, he’ll break his bum
Thanks to countless talented taps he stole

Here’s the man in the Marching Band
Confidence looking so high and grand
Here’s the man in the marching band
Next time he plays, the drums will be canned!

Handstand-

I placed the shoe on my right hand;
And I stood on my hands;
Walking alone I fell down;
Now I'm up again:

Dick the Bully

I had not been on another poetry site even a week
And l had already crossed paths with a bully 
A self appointed “Professor of Poetry” it seems
Who spewed out rude comments regularly

Now, I don’t know your name
So I will  call you Richard 
(DICK for short!)
Insulting  and belittling
Others poems and effort
Is not called advice or support!

Now DICK, some of us just like to write poems
Simple though that may be
Not for judgement or accolades
Just for the joy of poetry

Being hurtful , rude and insensitive 
Arrogant, intimidating and just unkind
Does not make you knowledgeable or gifted 
Or a poet of any kind

DICK ….your words have no impact on me
 I am strong and your words meaningless and weak
My concern is for the young  or vulnerable 
Who may be affected or scarred by this garbage you speak
 
DICK ….. I suspect you think you are superior 
Intelligent and of a better class
But DICK I think you are doing a handstand 
And talking out your ar*e

Who gave you the right to be so judgemental
To think it’s ok to humiliate and be cruel
DICK you just make yourself look like 
An absolute DICK fool …..

Unanimous Decision

It is a unanimous decision
Shirley is not at our faculty meeting.
We appoint her “in charge” of spirit day – Wednesday! 
Watch out! Her teaching partner cautions us,
but she does not offer to do it.
Neither do the other twenty-six people there.
Thus, we are wearing go-go boots, miniskirts, and tassels
and anyone older than sixty has to do a handstand.
That is me. 
Serves us all right.

Flagpole Annie

My grandma was a steeple jack, 
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near, 
 
To see her swing and pirouette, 
Doff her hat and wave.
And gasped and cheered each time she feigned
A slip and then a save.
 
Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips,
Tight rope walkers screamed. 
Treetop loggers looked away 
At the daring they were seeing.
 
Women gasped and children shrieked,
Fearful she would fall,
But at full ascent a massive roar
As she stood upon the ball!
 
She blew a kiss to the those below
As she turned around with ease,
Then there atop removed her scarf
And cast it to the breeze 

But the crowd went wild as before their eyes
They viewed her final feat…
Into a handstand Grandma rose,
Then she waved and kicked her feet!

Whether flag pole, steeple, TV tower…
My grandma climbed them all.
For the freedom felt there in the clouds,
She was at their beck and call.

That grand old gal inspired me
Her legacy I've retraced.
Now I too dance upon a pole
At a club called Mary’s Place.

Meternity

I used to be teen suicide, less full of myself
to wonder a future unknown borrowing a want 
of perfection in strength of movement, a posture of 
glazed movement, gymnastic skills of love, purposeful of 
thought tone---surprised I excelled in most, tried in
some and failed in those anonymous a few--my lone
physicality set the stage for a mistress lover of handstand
entrees in, on above all objects where I could pose upside 
down and see the reverse of an earthly life based on age 
appropriate conventions of and age remembered life to
recourse a yonder youth in  all its wonderment, fallibility
of domestico-initiation and socio-training to be up/down
cool/nerdy pain/pleasured and thus True/False primed and
Squared by ritual sacrifices of an impermanent unsolved self--
where do you really begin, endure? and end with the means 
to justify your end as to the forever prone promises tendered
in creating a dulled existence for a what purpose? 
Charity begins within your Heart of Hearts all leading to a 
proportioned infinity of reality living and lights of Love.

The Halloween Pumpkin

A pumpkin grabs hold of my hand
Then tried to do a handstand
He wouldn’t let go
So, I threw him through the door
His pieces was buried in the sand

Christmas Limerick

Christmas limerick to honor my friends.
Do a handstand, but skip the knee bends.
We are getting old
Holidays are gold
Please enjoy them to their bitter ends.

When the children get to be too much
Put them on your laps give them the touch
But I’m forty-three
They might say with glee
Hold them harder with a loving clutch.

Cherish each moment with your loved ones.
Enjoy those buttery hot sweet buns.
Memories today
May keep gloom away
Celebrate Jesus in the pretty sun.

My Mental Handstand

Maybe I just needed a hand 
A hand to show there is someone 
Someone who genuinely cares
Cares that I lack trust
Cares that I lack faith 
In me ... sometimes 
Maybe I just needed a patient hand 
A none judgemental hand 
An open hand 
That didn’t hold pent up tension
Cramping with every tentative grasp
Maybe in the face of uncertainty 
That was the only hand I needed 
A strong hand 
To lead me through a fragile state
To my old handstand 
That didn’t require any physicality 
- my own mental handstand-

Super Armand

Tall and handsome was super Armand
Younger days spent in a music boyband
Older he graduated to a heavy rock band
With the stage name of “Collapsin’ Grandstand”

Last summer Armand took a cruise trip to Greenland
Because that was his deep rooted fatherland
Then a hop a skip and a jump over to Iceland 
Tagging on a visit to his sweet motherland

He thought this’d be much better than Disneyland 
For here his music was in most popular demand
Confirmed in all papers at any newsstand
Heard it many a time and it was easy to understand 

Fans cheered and danced at the band’s command 
Everyone in attendance had a time that’s grand
Always had a bigger crowd than planned  
All felt like they had reached the Holy Land    

Never accused of being underhand or bland
Every night in the middle of Armand’s handstand
The crowd wildly cheered for “Collapsin’ Grandstand”
Too hilarious to see how would jump to attention every stagehand



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 28, 2018

This Detachment

I’ve practiced, this detachment

this try and play and give and take

of feelings that stay

you pulled me through the doorway

calling me to temptation and wants

when one day more is all there is

no more waits, when magic is today

even when you are there

and the man at the fruit stand puts the menu in my hand

ill be back tomorrow

thank you my friend

Namaste

this happiness, this love, why am I here?

there’s too much…

But you, it is so simple

smiles and winks, a handstand by the sea

the one I dreamt of in a dream

when love is in my hand

the rest flows into hearts

I said, All I need are your eyes and lips..

teeth and mouth

They were the first I saw

the last thing I remember

they took me away, and I’m still buzzing

like the scooter on my last day…take flight

wind between our hair, fingers on hips

I feel whole,  you said.

and when our lips dance.

I feel empty,

with space for nothing,

but you.

More at : http://brendenpettingill.com/index.php/2018/02/02/this-detachment/

The Red Horse

A RED HORSE

Marc and Bella
beg for blessings
the portrait of a marriage

candlelight and the crimson cover
rides overhead
like a holy arch

a handstand,
like the artist’s euphoria,
balances on the back
of the red horse

dark days of Russia
play in the fields below
a suspended violin
wisps of forlorn clouds

blue with happiness
Marc embraces his bride

Bella holds her fan on earth
but a songsheet in heaven’s clouds
one bare foot upon
the backside of the reddened horse

her lips round with soothing sound
Marc’s protection above her
playing their wedding song

fantasy over rooftop
an arching crescent moon
“head over heels”  in love

8/16/2017

Forty Years and Counting

I was hopelessly smitten in English class,
By this girl with a boyfriend, a challenging impasse.
She had long shiny locks, the color of auburn,
And the curves of a Ferrari, in a hairpin turn.

To win her away from that boyfriend's lair,
Took getting noticed, to have even a prayer.
A skateboard handstand, provided exposure,
Upside down I zoomed by, as she search four-leaf clovers.

When her best girlfriend, provided the news,
My gorgeous sweet red head, now sung the blues.
That she and that fellow, a thing in the past,
One phone call and BAM, we're dating at last!

Now on to her best features, the theme of this prose,
And the reason I'd eventually ultimately propose.
Then move her from one place to another eight times,
As the wife of a Sailor, a career Navy wife.

Her full lips frame a gorgeous, welcoming smile,
Forty years now, I’ve certainly come to admire.
Conveying kindness, but warning all men,
She’s spoken for, and quite happily taken.

Her most attractive feature has always been clear,
Her warmth and genuinely pleasant demeanor.
She’s a funny gal, and awfully smart,
Four decades of marriage, to my high school sweetheart!

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