Best Shortchanged Poems

Why do you write?

To give birth to beauty
To decorate a drab wall
To splash color on a canvass
To entertain and enthrall

Why do you write?

To become immortal
To capture fame
To heal a wound
To become sane

Why do you write?

To produce magic
To invade a heart
To be someone’s passion
To create a...

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Where do the homeless go
when the streets are covered in snow
and they fear the safety of the shelters
as they edge away to hide beyond the so called helpers?

Where do the homeless go
when loneliness and poverty are buried by the snow
and all the pleasures of life...

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overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round the clock whether coverage
     would make laughingstock of forecasting
     how Jack Frost feigned being out to lunch

and merely his
   ...

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Why his old head is so hollow you can see him think.
   Onlyest  time he ever makes any sense is when he takes to the drink.
And that don’t last too long caustit puts him right to sleep,
   Kinda like me...

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When a young boy I was,

I equated ability with age;

The elderly must have, so I thought;

Age seemed to me all that counted;

I quested for the needful and the not,

Mama was a super being,

Papa was almighty god;

Their love for me helped my view,

As my wish daily...

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"measuring years"

how do I measure the years
do I start at the beginning or the end
will it cover the many tears
anger and bitterness I will not defend
just let me be to have my mind
as the years of pain are intertwined
years one and two and counting are...

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I twice shortchanged Warren one of the two “t”s in Buffett. I found Ogden Nash did a fine job with double letters in "The Lama".
That inspired me to write, in apology for slighting Mr. Buffett:

The Buffet

The one-t buffet,
That's a punch, 
Or a place to 
Have your lunch.
The...

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Last born of three
With loving and caring parents
Although through life 
I could not see

As I grew up 
To belong was my need
Rejected by some
Concentrating only on me

Seeing what is not
Was my deal
Fearing the unknown 
Was all so real

Each head is a world
And mine was in...

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Spindleshanks Ain't No Legend...

But sits here donned in his foreign
aged (not so lovely) bag of bones
barely functioning surviving, but by
skin off his teeth, (which explains
dentures) regretting, revisiting,
ruminating hellacious bout with

anorexia nervosa, approximately
five dozen (multiply) orbitz around
nearest solar system body agonizing,
decrying, lamenting... (slightly "FAKE"
dramatics) constant reminder...

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Fear, trembling heart afraid of despair
Whirlwind thoughts assailing the distance
Frailly brave;strength woven in weakness
Irascible with no apology
Soft, tempted to touch
Like foam the body, an angel to my soul
Spirit relentlessly searching
Sagittarius to the marrow
Butts like implants
Tommy making babies
I don't care yet I do
As I walk, heart...

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Oh My God

You can do it alone Sissy don’t be a ‘sour puss’
All that rolling a stone uphill is best done in utter

		~ Reclusion ~

Oh Godot all that waiting and never to come
Almost there and short of a cookie nevertheless

			~ Shortchanged ~

Professor Emeritus in your...

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Ariel had beautiful amber eyes and raven hair,
With a figure that would make most men stare.
Those deep, dark eyes had a story to tell.
You could look into them and swear they cast a spell.

Those eyes had seen happiness and unbelievable grief.
A drunk driver had taken...

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Wealth you seek, hmm let me decide,
Ok let’s trade, work out a fair price,
Sometimes I can be quite extortionate,
This special case, perhaps very nice.

Depends weather, you please me,
Better be good, for our exchange,
Though take great heed, in advance,
Never am I duped, or shortchanged.

Cannot bargain, once...

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The devil takes his taxes
before you pay your fare
on your way to the due of you
completely unaware

Shortchanged may seem your billfold
your dreams a distant past
your search continues for the gold
your mould has been recast

Far reaching are the teasing
outstretched are fingers touch
mystery of the meaning
how Midas...

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At cock crow 
Lady and Mr. Y, turned seventy
They googled themselves;
The wind whistled past
And exposed the gooses back
They felt the wrinkles 
On their temple,
The rings around their eyes
And the tires around their waistline;
They threw caution to the wind,
Damned God's wisdom;
Rejected and refused the notion
That every...

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