Long Seesaws Poems

Today August 29th, 2021 sluggishness dogs yours truly

Forecasting to thunderous applause
fast as greased lightning draws
upon futuristic atmospheric gewgaws
hot air emanates out these slackened jaws
spluttering courtesy indentured maws
armed with four footed tall paws
gesticulations resembling horizontal seesaws....

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When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in reverie to times in my past. Places where I spent...

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Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day.
And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said.
So we went at dusk, for...

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We Will Tell Each Other Everything
*
We will not keep anything from each other
We will not have secrets
We will not lie to each other
We want our friendship to take flight
and soar like an Eagle
*
Hey girl
What boy
Wanna...

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hidden in my memories is a playground ...
    where I played ... as a young girl with my friends
      I remember it so clearly like I am...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown...

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SEE SAW THROUGH THE WALL

He understands they’re innocent children…they learn only what we teach them
and when separated by a wall of hate…he wondered how to reach them. 

He knows they know nothing of hatred…of intolerance...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune into remarks made by flying bull carriers. When accompanying a large...

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I could make ring bells from seashells found on seashores
go into retail where these bells get sold on shop floors 
and tell thee tales of Seabells see sales win awards
if Seabells received well we could...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobsters
in their pots
up the scummy steps
of the...

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I went for a walk...
took a moment,
saw the neighbors' grass -
not a dandalion to be found,
bushes clipped just "so",
trees bordered with wood chips,
flower beds,
sidewalks edged,
but no ones ever home...

Saw some birds -
the endless hunting
for scraps
pecking...

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Summertime memories of better days
Playing outside way past dark
Bungalo was the community pool
Church picnics at Dutch Hill Park

Sliding boards and old metal swings
A box for the little ones filled with sand
There were monkey bars and...

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THE HUMBLE CATHEDRAL

In the glaring eyes of the sun
dressed thin in lush green moss,
my shady sky-high trunk compeer
dark brown wrinkled arms spreading free
my slender fingers of verdant hue.

They swing, swing in quiet seesaws 
attune to...

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They're never supposed to end, they're 
supposed to last forever
Its supposed to be locked down but it's as 
light as a feather
Someone could've been your best friend 
forever a few years back
But now you turn...

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Grapes of wrath despite the fire
In your bosom they burn
Can’t coalesce or coerce pressing problems to retire
Alongside frustrations and disappointments in the urn

That your world turns upside down
In lean times
That your pillow eiderdown
Limes in slimes

Raining...

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My, my, my meteor 
Rocks me to my core

She stains the sky
With shooting star fire
Beside the Milky Way
Only far, far brighter.
She rides rainbows
Seesaws on sky scales
Sits and smells grass grow
Sees the songs of whales.

My meteor’s...

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The Sounds of Childhood

Remember the sounds:
Children on playgrounds,
Seesaws squeaking, squeals,
And roller-skate wheels.

The jukebox blaring,
Old tunes.  Girls dancing.  
Romantic love songs –
Young girls swoon along.

Mancala marbles. 
Clinks in wooden cups,
Loud laughs while playing,
Three cheers...

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Your face is like a playground
with curved edges inviting
energetic laughter all around,
nostalgically exciting.

Your eyes are like a swing set,
lashes flapping with each blink.
Sometimes puddles below stay wet,
but your tears I'd love to drink.

Your brows, like...

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Full moons, falling stars
Milky way, candy bars
Chicken soup, ham on rye
A BLT or key lime pie
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything

Sunny days, day it rains
Banana splits and candy canes
Hummingbirds, a...

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Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings


What was I thinking with thirty two lines
I guess it was late and I needed some sleep
Spent all that time coming up with the rhymes
Only to find it was...

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Mother raised so much of what we ate each and every day.
She also made the best of blackberry pies from berries we picked.

A dining table took up most of the kitchen for our multitude.
A pot...

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My blessing basket is heavy with heaven's gifts,
Tomatoes the size of my fist, eggplants so cute,
And fresh heirloom beans bursting with pride.

The sun, orange on the horizon, frames a pair of
Snowy Egrets above, wings folded...

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Donald and Rosie
Took a public bath
She’d animate the bubbles
He’d sit and do the math.

They raced to the playground
Jumped on verbal seesaws
Up went their issues
But down came the law.

Hopscotch was so hopeless
A game of stark bemoans
Instead...

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In the 30’s, right on Broadway,
For a temporary stay,
Are a dozen lit-up seesaws
Meant for passers-by to play.

Once a staple of each playground,
Now a seesaw is so rare 
Many people never saw one
‘Til they spied them...

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