I miss those days of hopscotch
Doing handstands against the wall
Skipping, riding bikes, running free
Playing with friends…. having a ball!
Those days of youthful exuberance and excitement
Of joyful simplicity personified
Not knowing back then its true beauty and value
Until viewed through adult eyes
Categories:
handstands, children, happiness, nostalgia, simple,
Form: Rhyme
Mottled black and white rooster stood proud on his sled
Can he do handstands and back flips? Asked his cousin Ned.
He could but he won’t, his sister, a rule stickler said.
The rooster listened to all of these expectations with dread.
Categories:
handstands, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine
She wore a pair of dirty ballet shoes
Practised plies down the stairs
Played the prima ballerina
With her ill judged airs
She caught a plane to Greenland
Because she though it nice
To drink her sloe gin
With fresh frozen ice
The very very last time that I saw her
She was doing long handstands
Riding naked on a surfboard
Off of Van Diemens land
I thoroughly cleaned and aired my house
Changed every lock on every door
Hoped she got the right message
Don’t come round any more
Sometimes I thought I might miss her
Bur then I quickly shook my head
Switched on the television
To watch a soap instead
She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine
Categories:
handstands, break up, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Mottled black and white rooster stood proud on his sled
Can he do handstands and back flips? Asked his cousin Ned.
He could but he won’t, his sister, a rule stickler said.
The rooster listened to all of these expectations with dread.
Categories:
handstands, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
I’ve written about “Dick The Bully”
“Dick The Ignorant” also
This poem is about “Dick The Coward”
Who is one of the lowest of low
“Dick The Coward” you are gutless
You follow and persecute in a pack
You ride on the coat tails of other bullies
Then cowardly and viciously attack
Afraid to voice your vile comments
Unless the other Dicks are there
You are spineless and despicable
Finding delight in others pain and despair
Forthright without a face, from behind a screen
Being supported by the other Dicks
Belittling and damaging good people
Deriving pleasure from the cruelty you inflict
Dick ,are you so inadequate
That it fulfils you spewing heartless remarks
“Can you please stop doing handstands Dick”
“And talking out of your ar**e!!”
Categories:
handstands, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form: Rhyme
This most peculiar man
Who did handstands in the pool
Always in the shallow end
In his speedo, to stay cool?
I've seen him dance in the street alone
This most peculiar man
Or out lying on the public grass
Working on his his tan.
But mostly I saw him by the water
His banana hammock donned.
This most peculiar man
Some of the neighbours, not too fond.
But every warm and sunny day
His feet rose above his hands
Waving about in his speedo again
This most peculiar man.
Categories:
handstands, funny, home,
Form: Quatern
DICK, you think yourself fearless
Protected by your screen
Shaming and blaming ,being hurtful
So brave and bold when unseen
Now DICK ,its obvious you don’t refrain
From spewing out uneducated remarks
Maybe that’s all you know
And ignorance is embedded in your brain
Your behaviour presents in a few ways
Via comments , poems and one liners
Abundant with insults and sarcasm
Lacking compassion or praise
DICK ,it’s apparent you think you are clever
Viewing the rest of us as quite thick
But the truth is really quite simple
You are no clever DICK!
No doubt you consider yourself special
Unique , one of a kind
However, there are so many other DICKS like you
Simply Ignorant and blind
DICK ,I do not understand you
I will never know your reasons why
Why not step out of your comfort zone
And give compassion a try
DICK, there is something important I need to say
Regarding your vicious remarks
Can you please stop doing handstands?
And talking out your a..e!!!
Categories:
handstands, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Before the living room wall came crashing down.
I sat in the living room as a child and frowned.
Reading in the dark and studying in the dark,
Hearing my dad say “turn on the light in there.”
Flickers the switch on and now I can see!
Wondering why I wear glasses; now I know.
Leaning against the wall and doing handstands.
Stretching firmly against the wall, a Yogi.
The living room was a playground for us kids.
Our pet parakeets flew, grasping with their claws,
Sinking their sharp beaks and chipping at the wall.
Before the living wall room wall came crashing down
My dad said, “I would have been a great carpenter.”
He sure was right like a right-handed person.
Boom! Now, the living room wall crashes downwards
Crumbling down in one direction it goes.
Dust everywhere and on everyone, like flour
My dad was a builder, and a contractor he was
My mother, sister, and I surprised, we stand.
The wall once stood, dust particles in its place
“What have you done? “, we ask and he reassures.
“I told you I would have been a carpenter,
No wall constricting us, and we all have more space”.
Categories:
handstands, childhood, dad, family, father
Form: Narrative
I learned from my grandmother
To dry roses in windows
Hung, upside down, from a string-
Maybe because that way
All the red would flow to their head
Like when one does handstands-
Handstands are never something
That I learned how to do
Particularly satisfactorily...
I've always been a bit too-
Off-balance-
I learned from my mother
Not to hang around windows,
That I am not a rose
To be put up to dry...
When you spend so long
Leaning over windowsills,
You can only ever be-
Off-balance-
Categories:
handstands, analogy, grandmother, memory, mother,
Form: Free verse
different colored weighted balls
placed on the floor
apart from eachother
a pilates ball to work with to earn points
doing your tricks
different colors painted on the ceiling marked to earn you points
awarded for the height you throw the balls
awarded for the tricks you pull off
a ribbon to incorperate in this event
anyway you see fit
as you run and jump
dive tuck and roll to catch the weighted balls
a time limit to be set first
by using a standard routine of practice
eventually through training you will discover the times
and point amounts to be beat
handstands
sort of like a cirque de soliel
all part of a divine plan to help them escape
from the concentration camp
the stage set of witches making one dissapear
the bible thumpers make you reappear
all to smote an enemy
being smoten
sincerely smoted
Categories:
handstands, history
Form: Free verse