Light lusters through a leak-in-line squall,
design is drenched from the downpour.
Ground's thick dew began to shimmer and prism,
It's within grasp of awe.
withstand meager hooves ahead.
I board a whirlwind of vivid cortex.
teetering swelling blazes spun whirling.
Tidal light wave caught me in its vortex,
warmth is generated by red loading.
squinting, cold in green
turn to a frail blue bastion
twirl to deep azure
Written: April 2nd, 2022
Checked by HMS.COM
A combination of forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I stand on the brink of tomorrow’s joys
Listening to the whispering of a gentle mist
Kissing the breezes as they come my way,
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day,
Wondering how much was clamoring noise
Echoing through a preoccupied mind I missed,
And trying to recall why I came here to stay
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day.
I peer over the edge at tomorrow’s ploys
In my mind reviewing this remarkable list
Of plans laid over, huge lumps of pliable clay,
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day,
Teetering on the brink, clutching my poise,
Between today and tomorrow an unseen twist
In my attitude, so casual, come-what-may
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day.
Written January 13, 2022
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.
I have seen people just about starting,
There’re others at the end of the rope
crisis ridden and with anguish smarting
and latched onto a diminishing hope
With sorrow no longer able to cope.
~Janice Canerdy contest.
no time to snooze --------- some peace and quiet
the morning news --------- good eats--no diet
rush hour traffic --------- an awesome book
ads pornographic --------- a shady brook
media frenzy --------- a time to nap
jealous envy --------- a purring cat
solicitations --------- a mountain top
wars of nations --------- the sound of Bach
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time
away
from
the everyday
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Teeter-Totter Contest 8/12/14
It's all a flurry
All I see is blurry,
The lights are streaming
Sparkles in her eyes are gleaming,
The music is pulsating
Through my skin,
Deep within my soul
I feel it overpowering,
I have no control
Who does?
Not I
I'm teetering on the brink,
I'm going to fall
From the rhythm,
This beat is sick
It makes my heart tick
She laughs; I smile
This is going to be a hit,
I jump
My heart is lit
What is my next move?
I am feeling this groove
She dances close to me
I will seize this moment, I will not flee...
Cocooned beneath warm silky bedding
Soundly nestled in dream’s quiet moment
Neither purged from silence nor the chatter of an awaked world
My soul engulfed- now doth begin the teetering dream
Whither I am smiling or running- tumbling or soaring
Erupts the moment of a rattling bell
My dreams flee like sparks from a roaring fire
morning’s pains seemingly swell as a title wave
As senses hinge between dream and reality
First sitting-than standing
I binge- begging then beseeching in recollecting the tilted dream now slipping
Trying to summon its phenomenon, its question, the mystery, the implied sensations
All the while reaching to turn off the rattling of reality
Do I awake to the noise of a new day
Angerly have I forgotten all.
Teetering on the Gates of Hell
Having balanced upon the Gates of Hell and fallen back into joy,
Resurrected from degeneration and despair only to stumble
Where voluptuous prowess exerts an enticing allure…false satisfaction.
Eternity forever captured with one last lunge…devouring hope.
And the soul remains chained, forever…to the ever-welcoming Gates of Hell.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 28, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
Please use the link below to see the “Digital Painting” that inspired this poem.
http://daneann.redbubble.com/sets/74185/works/3331360-2-hells-gate
I feel it near me again
A sweet soothing to coat my soul
The fragrance of red flowers in the air
And a warmth to withstand the coldest wind
Nervous now, for it has been so long
My heart pounds so hard in my chest
As my mind weighs the past and the pain
I wring my hands as I squint in the sunshine
I'm afraid, so very afraid
My mistakes are many and victories few
But maybe this one is different
Or maybe I'm confused again
My body knows it's right
Arms, legs, my stomach, my skin
All tingle in her presence
Her touch makes my heart sing to the shadows
But if nothing, I will die again
The darkness will consume me
And my love will be deeper hidden still
So I can do nothing but teeter on sharp indecision
In times that both try and excite
To what do we apply our might?
To electronics, toys, and fad
To make each man an island glad
To relieve conversation, dull
To color in each little lull
To get one from point A to B
With no adventure in between
True plagues of mind and joylessness
Seem scarcely ever are addressed
But who will offer sympathy
At the cost of efficiency?
For hours no modern man can spend
We'll build a wondrous robot friend
To lend an ear no man can share
When relatives nor colleagues care
Its cold steel arms will warm embrace
Us in our inhuman rat race
A hunk of hulking cords and wires
Its lifeblood of internal fires
Telescopic lens for eyes
A sound card, too, to mimic sighs
A monstrous voice of monotone
Reminds us we are not alone
Compressing our hand through the dark night
Whispering "It will be all right"
We won't be sad but overjoyed
O, praise the tenderheart android!
And praise to us, to build this 'bot
To learn the love that we forgot
All the neurons that misfired,
all the synapses blocked and mired,
all the random thoughts and fears,
all the head-bumps through the years,
all of us, of humanity,
are just a nudge from insanity.