Short Tottering Poems

I have lost my way to you
Moving with new finger
My days are at sixes and sevens
Yet I am enjoying the waves....

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sunfilled peacefulness
ever teeter tottering
bouts of cloudiness



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on November 5, 2017...

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terrifically

trecherous

toddlers

teeter-tottering

tactfully

the

tarradiddles

that

they

tacitly

tarry

tangentally

thereafter....

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Sobriety
Lucid self-possession.
Clear-headed, composed, steadied
Abstention, temperance; Carouser, lush
Staggering, tottering, gibbering.
Intoxicated high.
Drunkenness...

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...for Sylvia Plath
 

Her grasp of things is gone,
she fiddles, and is lost 
with no prospect of redress.

She hovers shapeless,
rudderless, 
in a storm-toss'd mess.

Substanceless, tottering
in limbo's loveless hold,
merely dross....

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...for Sylvia Plath


Her grasp of things is gone,
she meddles and is lost 
with no prospect of redress.

She hovers shapeless,
rudderless in a
storm-toss'd mess.

Substanceless, tottering
in limbo's loveless hold,
only dross....

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...for Sylvia Plath
 

Her grasp of things is gone,
she fiddles, and is lost 
with no prospect of redress.

She hovers shapeless,
rudderless, 
in a storm-toss'd mess.

Substanceless, tottering
in limbo's loveless hold,
merely dross....

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Weak,
You burst into tears

Fragile,
You break into pieces

Faltering,
You stumble along.

Tottering,
You trip over yourself.

Yet,
When it matters most

You
Remain upight

The pillar 
On which this world

Stands:
You,

Sturdy and Unrelenting: 
The Human Spirit...

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A poor old man
	on tottering cane
in checkout line
	did stand

did watch the checker
	young and fair
be amused at
	the young men

as they gathered
	about her there
drawn by her
	sweet charms

he did think
	of younger days
when he would
	be there too...

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.

            Rickety
          Tottering
            Clatter
  Mine knees and hips
as hern in slow motion
       tramped front
         Mine lone
            bare

           Locked
         (grinning)
            hern
              to 
            mine...

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Words slip from your cracked lips unbound,
spilling over my chest without a sound.
My limps then writhe with a flair,
teeter-tottering, feet bare.
Do carouse me on this merry-go-round....

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The treepie was confident and cocky, walking my fence
Tottering and tittering to himself, in a bravado-like manner
He was a handsome bird, his colors painted in compartments
Yellows, blacks, whites; he looked distinguished like a penguin
They both wear a tuxedo-like feather pattern...

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out of control chaos
behind the scenes
passion caution
duking it out
fists flying
teeter tottering
winning losing
caution passion



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on May 30, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JUN 1) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on September 8, 2020...

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Like those last
luscious faintly
enfeebled breaths
bitterly breaking
through my
limply lifting lungs .
Fervently flooding
my tear filled
eyes. Tenderly
tottering into
those timidly
tight-lipped times .
Who wistfully
whispers
their coolly
cut cards of
kindred conversations.
Carefully kindling
their heart-crossed
corners of compassion....

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...for Sylvia Plath


Her grasp of things is gone,
she meddles, she is lost 
with no prospect of redress.

She hovers shapeless,
rudderless in a
storm-toss'd mess.

Substanceless, tottering
in limbo's loveless hold,
only dross.



(Note: One of her poetic devices 
         was the use of multiple double-
         vowel and double consonant words.)...

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One day as I was walking in the snow,
carefree 'till a patch of ice hit my toe;
my arms flopping while slipping,
tottering but not flipping;
my new walking just so silly and slow.

___________________
February 17, 2018



Poetry/Limerick/As I Was Walking In The Snow
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 9952-56-01
All Rights  Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym....

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dusty drips drooling
inky lits lurching
felon fits fostering
callous contractions cupping
Haggard how hankering
oily oceans assembling

nocturnal nature nimbling
fiery feelings seducing
airy allotment amputating

bounty pulses puncturing
severed seals smirking
damp dark dancing

multifarious means metamorphosing
all transcending tottering.
     20:01:19:09:18...

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From steppes remote
    luxurious mink coats
  Fine leather boots
    tailored suits

  Fancy shoppes
    five-star hotels
  Back of splashy nightclubs
    exclusive brothels

  Rolls-Royces
    and Bentleys
  S-t-r-e-t-c-h ... L-i-m-o-u-s-i-n-e-s
    cafes serving the finest cuisine

  Wide-eyed with wonder
    passersby gape
  Dreams of Fifth Avenue 
    from tottering fire escapes...

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Child's Play


Bouncing around on burbled bubbles
Balloons surprising
Tiny fingers
Toddles sweet innocence
Giggling
With delighted glee

Sun shaft alights 
Bright through windows
Lands on the carpet
A golden ball
For wondered excitement
Laughs aloud

And to my amazed eyes
My daughter
Rushed tottering over
Picked up this nonchalant tossed sun pool
And threw the light
Back to the skies...

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Unheralded purple on wings of hush
Stretching to infinity
A rebel erasing lines of sight
On a lark 
Of inevitability

What forces have combined
To set this immutable wheel in play?
No haste it knows
Yet its advance is constant
As the day and evening goes

It measures progress in shades of gray
‘Til one last gasp
And we are plunged to sightless depths
Tottering, blind, and dumb
While the madman laughs...

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A flash of lightning
A clap of thunder
As a hard rains falling down
Through the misery of life’s window
With no respite to be found

Tottering along the pathways
Of life’s treachery
Forlorn and broken
Mapping out my destiny

Memories of failures
And what was meant to be
My endeavors all wrought
My own misery

Life holds meager meaning
Since my fall from all grace
Tattered and beaten
My head hangs in disgrace...

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                                                 Bennu, 
                                            Old and regal
                                   From a thousand lifetimes
                                     A go of tottering ashes, 
                                  To upwards toward the sky
                                         Rebirthed and new, 
                                                 Fly high...

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Reservoir of intelligence, beauty and passion,
And as a fairer creation,
I endeavoured for perfection.

Today I stand on tottering platform,
As a mannequin ,
Having lost my effulgence .

I am reduced to nonexistance ,
As you show the cold shoulder,
Having lost my identity.

In defiance to rejection,
As you spurn my passion,
I get annihilated.

I unwind all threads of bindings,
As for liberation of my soul,
Contrary to renunciation !!...

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I’m giving it a shot
even though I said I would not

If you say that phrase
I’ll be gone in a flash 
and leave on the spot

I know where I belong
and I don’t want to be far gone
I just need to pass the time

It bring up my fears
of being stuck here
and never moving on

My heart is sending me miles away
unless I find a reason
a good reason for me to stay

Right now I’m teetering on the edge
because I know this isn’t where I belong...

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scheming and deceitful
it prowled shrouded
early in the morning
but there pretending
to not hear its warning
he closed his eyes
not to see the signs
when the clouds of darkness
wallowed in unfaltering
he couldn’t slow its roar
or ease the quivering
the disruption
the devastation
the teeter tottering
of invisible bowling pins
in rumbling chaotic raucus
tumbling down as rose the sun



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 14, 2019...

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