Bits of crinkled purple
somersault
doubling the downfall
of faster falling rain
The hummingbird shows me
her green side
They are trampoline heroes
Battling unknown and unseen demons
Twirling in mock flight
Feigning a fierceness not felt
Children of a lesser fraud
Molded by changing winds
Guided by often unsure hands
Learning to trust in themselves
Lessons from multiple mentors
The necessity of strength
The guidance of gentleness
Softening the voice of anger
They will learn from the building of Magna-tile castles
The basics of perseverance and character
The machinations of a forming mind
Changing with each decision made
They seek without seeking
Think without “thinking”
Trust that the trampoline is safe
Knowing that we are there
Money is always bouncing around.
When I was a kid, smaller toys seemed more in reach.
I never got a trampoline.
I don’t think my parents would let me anyway…
Until I turned 22,
And a large box showed up on the porch.
As an adult, a new car is out of reach.
But a mini trampoline?
Can be set up in my parents living room.
These days, I don’t care about being cool.
My trampoline is made for one.
These days, I come home in my rusty car.
To jump on my trampoline.
Money is always bouncing around.
Sometimes, we need to splurge.
Sometimes we need to jump.
I didn’t know how much I needed to.
Until I turned 22.
Jumping, bouncing up down really keen.
Double somersaults on the trampoline.
Enthusiasm loud giggles.
Out doing big brothers errs,
Bouncing higher, higher like jumping bean.
What goes up, must come straight down. What the hack!
Double flip, lull …. plop, flop, flat on their back.
Turns head over heels in air
Landing on their feet with flair.
This's the upright way you do it with knack.
5/11/2024
"human trampoline"
your hardcore parkour
bedroom Gymnastics
are fantastic
but my name
is Jeff
not Jim
Arriving for my first visit, not knowing what to expect
Instantly awestruck at the plethora of trampolines
Ready to jump feet first into a new adventure.
Bouncing up, down, in, out, to and fro
Over and over again. I spot the soft foam pit,
Racing towards it, I take a leap of faith
Naturally full of enthusiasm and a youthful
Energy that knows no bounds at the moment.
Eagerly looking around the massive building wanting
X-tras like dodgeball, slam dunk, and the high-flying
Trapeze—where I swing through the air and land safely
Right in the middle of the blue and red squares of foam. I
Enter the battle beams where I was defeated by an older
Male. Nearly two hours later, and all good things must come to an
End. My first experience at a trampoline park was a success.
August 1, 2019
(An Acrostic Poem)
**Side note: I wrote this poem from the point of view of my 12 year old son. This was his first experience at a trampoline park called Airborne Extreme. He had a great time and has enjoyed the amusement center a few times since.
No yard complete without a trampoline
Ebullient leaps sloppy and pristine
Gloomy weather turned upbeat
Mesh giving way to bare feet
A vision as sweet as a jellybean
Arrogant and full of conceit,
thinks he’s part of the elite-
seeking that which gives a boast,
not thinking ‘bout what matters most.
Parades around swagger with pride,
way too much, if I must confide-
he fears not the end of all time,
and strolls toward the silver dime.
Then you ask me, “why should I care?”
and I say, “OOOPS! I didn’t see you there-
well if you must know what I mean…
poured caffeine on Jean on the trampoline!
August 30, 2019
SWAGGER Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier
I decided to have an Andy Griffith moment with Tyler and Violet last night and brought them outside to check out the once every century meteor shower. After nearly tripping down the stairs because I was blinded by Violets 220 volt 10,000 lumen light up ‘sparkly’ shoes I stepped in dog poo...barefooted while making our way to lay on the trampoline. Five minutes into our ‘bonding’ time I was abandoned outside by myself when Violet SWORE she saw a UFO. After both kids ran in screamin to mama about alien abduction I was finally enjoying the peace and quiet of the night when all of a sudden I heard a POP!....then another. All of a sudden it sounded like a gatlin gun going off and every spring broke loose from the trampolines fabric and I hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. My Tyson’s refugee/rescue chicken (Chickie-Wah-Wah #2) comes running out like a confused velociraptor and proceeds to peck my head. I think I may have fractured my ass bone and still have dog poo under my big toenail....didn't see a single meteor.
#TrampolineAndTailboneTroubles
#wantedToBuyTrampolineMat
#WeHadChickenForDinner
The emotions that bubble up,
Fizzing from your finger tips,
staining the already worn carpet
as it licks its lips across the floor.
Passion doesn’t spit both ways.
Would it feel like dancing?
Eyes holding onto another
with hands discovering
new found love on the small of a back.
Or perhaps more like breaking.
Love snapping into sixty seven bits
sixty six mice greedily grab, devour,
while one bit is left watching
the other dregs collecting dust.
To have heart and soul ripped from its cage
and placed before the eyes
which have been stained
with sin for so long.
Arms carrying ink cartridges to a lover.
Dripping dry the entire way,
so that no new romance novel will come
to existence,
and the empty printers will, too, cry themselves to sleep.
One set of two irises, two pupils
is all humanity receives
to view a universe so massive
the eyes of God would need broadening.
“But no, passion doesn’t spit both ways”
No bouquets of hyacinths to fill the summer daze.
Our weakness turned blue as the sea
where the muted telephone was fed.
Refusing to feel anything but lonely,
yet never as alone as the hopeless romantic.
i never know where to start with you,
so i just choose to walk away and end it
it makes no sense to cause anymore stress,
so instead of confronting i bookend it
my life is a hole in the wall circus with bogus clown paint,
and as a result your life is forced to be the same
we find ourselves trying to balance the "fairness" of it all,
however in the end we are just mannequins on a fake makeshift trampoline
This ever changing variance in position
Leads me to a sad derision
And i thought you were my one fixed star
But the drifting compass drifts afar
My trampoline your pitch is perfect
Missing sometimes but not far off it
My hopeful heart your feet have landed
But not a moment and then it ended
Now on your upward bounce from worth
i ask that you consider earth
For when the bends of space have shifted
This trampled man will keep you lifted.
Up and down for fun
They abuse her filthy face
Little Tramp Eileen
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