Love in itself has swam through definition
Teetered between truth and falsehood
That which is written is long forgotten
Shakespeare sighs in defeat
He teetered on the cusp of change,
Wanting to make each moment last ~
This flying of time seemed so strange,
He teetered on the cusp of change ~
What would he not do to exchange
his life for harmless childhood past!
He teetered on the cusp of change,
Wanting to make each moment last.
An ocean of people pulled by the moon
Frighteningly stand on foundations of sand.
A word deemed unkind will cause them to swoon
And so, by their hand, all dissent is banned.
Teetered precariously on their feels,
Not thinking it strange they constantly change.
Those thought against get no court of appeals,
No trial arranged, no pris’ner exchange,
No quarter, no mercy, no clemency,
And no kindness found, no mutual ground.
No one allowed simply to disagree.
But, they, too, are bound by rules that confound.
This can’t be good for our society.
Drowning beneath a wave of fantasy.
written for Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Biden's Book Has Roses And Shame
Joe
Biden
And his son
Hunter mayhem
Puts dark clouds to rain
On his father's parade
Where Joe is prim and proper
His son a clown on a tightwire
As Joe took office his son teetered
And
Bounce here
And bounce there
Into the arms
And father's shamed lap
Hunter's soiled laundry hangs
There's a tax probe, gun charges
In an attempt to cover-up
How Joe juggles this act makes one shame
12/8/22
The Bidens Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Anthony Biaanco
8th
It's the locked door there
at the very top of the stairs
not quite the attic's humid air
but the secret fourth floor door lead to nowhere.
Children teetered on the creaky steps
fearing the lecture they would get
should they be caught and found out, yet
punished curiosity does not diminish the fear or threat.
Their agile companionship could not be breached
as two young children up the stair did creep
tugging at the locked door suddenly ajar, eyes peeked
screams carried echoes near and far in wild shrieks.
Cobwebs, dusty boxes loomed dark and gray
an old victrola loudly scratched the inner sanctum play
a record pulled from the cupboards back in the day
one dare not move as the ghostly spiders danced away.
Crazy story you may scoff, chuckle as you boldly declare
but when grandma shouted, the children were nowhere
and to this very day, no one has ever dared
to open the fourth floor door to nowhere.
Craig Cornish's contest
The Fourth Floor to Nowhere
9/9/20
He was a foul mouthed fellow from Falmouth
Who spouted and spewed some sewage - like slime
'Til he met a maiden who made a new man
And taught this rodent ridden rummy to rhyme
He piddled and puddled and peeled off a poem
Then sniffled and snuffled and sensed out a sonnet
He metered and teetered and tested a Tanka -
The maiden smiled and tipped him her bonnet
Soon the Queen quoted quips from his efforts
Said his musings were meant for the mellow
He grinned and penned a fabulous Footle
He was no more just a foul mouthed fellow
1-11-20
Contest: Twist My Tongue
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
In August, 1628,
A Swedish warship sailed,
Yet on her maiden voyage
Every safety system failed.
The Vasa, tall and narrow,
Was too heavy on the top.
She teetered in the wind and then
She couldn't seem to stop.
Her trip was 20 minutes;
It took just 5 more to sink.
Though most escaped, some 30 souls
Did perish in the drink.
Amazingly, the ship was found
In 1961,
333 years since
She'd had her short-lived run.
Remarkably, they raised her hull,
Which mostly was intact
And built a new museum*
Where the crowds she does attract.
If you're in Stockholm, visit;
It's a wonder to observe,
A tribute both to Nature
And the experts who conserve.
*Vasamuseet
Still have faith in human creatures
Though sometimes, our ugly side is featured
Many times before
We resorted to wars
Good guys always win but at times we've teetered
Our first date was late
He had made me wait
I dressed to the nines
but my clothes were not refined
my sandals were made of plastic
and anything but fantastic
and my pants were very white
and sadly a bit too tight
As we headed down the walk
my sandals started to balk
so I stuttered in my gate
but alas it was too late
As I teetered on the edge
I foresaw the pending ledge
where my dignity and grace
would leave without a trace
Save the green smear on my caboose
and the strap that had gotten loose
no real damage was physically done
but Oh yes- he did run!
Never to return again
to anything but friends
and the misery of that first date ...
on my ego does forever grate
The End
For First date contest 1-16-2018 Brenda Chiri ( but not submitted as it is not a sonnet)
Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and fell into Susie's arms
That was the lusty beginning of their clandestine love affair
Young Susie is a man-eater and calls Bill her "Honey Bear"
Bill’s wife discovered his deception and asked for a divorce
She’ll keep it out of the media for a huge settlement, of course!
As soon as his divorce was finalised he made Susie his wife
Susie’s only twenty. Bill wanted a carer for the rest of his life
Bill’s eighty-five years old and Susie stroked his thinning hair
and denies her attraction to him is that Bill’s a multi millionaire!
They say age doesn’t matter, especially when you are ‘in love’
That depends if you’re the ‘secretary’ who's married to ‘the ‘guv’!
Within a year Bill was dead and Susie worked for another VIP
I've heard she takes dictation while sitting naughtily upon his knee
Age doesn’t matter when you’re in love Contest
Sponsored by Julie leigh Rodeheaver
12-16-17
truly i honestly grasp fast and arm karma's quid
quo quick for me to pass pro if you think we lasting,
surviving be the main task and I'm a over achiever like,
see that wood chewing beaver, now you start to smell cedar,
and i thought Oh my god the world's now a heater.
Ha we stuck in the feeder irrelevance teetered you've
out weighed the meter, i kinda understood this
from McGuffey's reader, the image coming to mind
is the salt man and his crimes, all jokes aside, He died.
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean churning salt to change his life.
lost in this rhyme allow me to connect lines,
many of men have trashed the sea believing they salted it,
at one time.
With a twinkling smile and a genial tone he said
(Joyfully frolicking across the kitchen…and pointing at the bed)
“I think some love’n is now in order…”
She just snorted… shrugged her shoulder
(in her admirable self-denial ...her freakish kink)
she stood silent, caught …and irritable at the sink
He said “damn it, you are like a costly cat…
you may be hot and golden but you are also getting fat”
She glinted with a scary calculated disturb
always an excellent engineer of the absurd
(One long red finger nail emits a staccato rap)
with it she gave a single tap
then...the crystal glass she did brazenly knock
In his eyes…his iris ...registered the shock
Orange juice and champagne splashed wet and generous all over
He said “Oh I see you want to do this sober!
Ha! This is how you appreciate?!
You are out of control…and I am irate!
and if you now think I want you one iota
You can think again …cause you are just a loada….”
(Silence teetered …on the edges of the shards of glass)
till she turned and said ...
“Seriously ...you’re such an ass!”
The end
7-6-2016 (1 hour 20 minutes) Written for make a Poem contest
Tony's doting on
deals at Dollar Tree teetered
on idolatry.
[Syllable count by:
http://www.haikusyllablecounter.com/]
Battle of the Sexes??
Amorphous metrosexuals haggling over who’s going to hold the bags.
Sight seeing
Never ask directions of a man standing naked in a kayak
Hick up
Whiskey never asks permission of the permissive.
So sew
Thirty-three thimbles teetered on the table top.
Knothead
He drove the nail from one side of town to the other.
John G. Lawless
12/10/2015
submitted to – One liners 6,7,8,9,10
sponsor – Bev Smith
J-jarring at dawn
A-adamant to move
C-clutters everything
K-knack of hiding
F-feeble to withstand
R-reverbate theSun,king of day
O-oblation for everyone
S-scintillates by rays of sun
T-teetered away
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