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.
teeter-tot
upward shot
he was here
now he's not
i'm life's spark
i take flight
from the dark
to the light
a see-saw
old grandpa
weakened heart
brand new start
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.
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.
Spring seems to teeter-totter back and forth,
as Winter counterchecks each move it makes
to wiggle free from the grip of the North.
Winter has its feet firmly on the brakes,
aiming to stay put, whatever it takes.
April rains morph into flurries of snow,
while disappointment fuels frustration.
There are few signs that Spring will ever show;
soon, Hope morphs into a sad sensation,
as Winter extends Her occupation.
Though Winter's overextended Her stay,
some daffodils are beginning to sprout,
and migrating songbirds are on their way.
Spring will arrive; of that, there's little doubt,
yet I miss Her most when it's snowing out.
When the soil thaws, it's Winter's undoing,
as patches of grass embroider the scene.
The snowmen melt, while life starts renewing;
and grey skies slowly turn aquamarine,
as Spring unfurls leaves of emerald green.
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?
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
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
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
Contest- teeter totter poem
Sponsor- Sheri
3rd place win
too clever to sit on four legs
i lean back on the two
that teeter and teeter
as i tap on the keys
in the half fetal
legs bent at the knees
they teeter and teeter
i'd say sixty degrees
im tipping, im tapping
im typing the keys
'da ding' who just signed on?
oh her, it's her! it's her! oh geez
shock shifts my balance
legs lock at the knees
okay, okay, steady, steady
then! that box to the top of my screen
Foxygirl says: hey, how aren't you?
no, how are you? i mean
im taken back
wait no, im falling back
only thought: grab! GRAB!
i latch on to the table
on which the laptop sits
left of a hot coffee, i had only a sip
the table tries it's best at tug-o-war
but there's no turning back
im hitting the floor
i dont let go, until it's too late
that coffee i made? skipped a date with my mouth
for a brief patter at my chest and the rest to my lap
its over its over
another chance botched
there's brown on the carpet
and brown on my crotch
everything fell over
just as i ordered
and now my fly reaks
of a columbian odor
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