Best Unmatched Poems
Hands clinch, bodies’ shake,
Your touch I cannot resist
My love for you pours.
With lots of socks that look alike,
It’s hard to make a pair.
To try to find the perfect match,
You need some time to spare.
My husband solved the problem, though,
His gym socks the intention,
Which proves that yes, necessity’s
The mother of invention.
On every sock, he made a mark –
First A, then B, then C;
The mate received a matching letter,
Alphabetically.
A Sharpie was his tool of choice
To keep the letters bright
In contrast to his many socks
In varied shades of white.
So from the dryer, out they pour,
Each waiting for its mate,
Which now is found so easily,
No question or debate.
It’s quite a shrewd solution
Though I think it’s also plain
That a plan like this would never come
From any woman’s brain!
random acts of love
displayed when we're together
to the outside world
for hearts still unmatched
you are searching for true love
Remember that first house , car or fantastic date
when new was where it was at and don't be late
As time flies by all that new just fades silently away
to become the antiques of a glorious yesterday!
That house built a hundred years ago simply glows
with artistic works that seem to speak as it grows
Staircases , doors and hand blown colorful painted glass
a beauty appreciated because it sings and somehow lasts
That car you sported about with such delight and pride
later you saw newer, sought better and set it aside
Now many decades later it is wanted by collectors galore!
they make offers that make your jaw drop to the floor
That date kept its magic in memories so sweet and fine
even better if what you gave you got back in kind
If you married her and a loving family did happily take seed
consider fate was kind and gave you exactly what you need
Consider the greatest antique that man has ever known
on it all things and human life has blessedly grown
No price can be put on its true majesty and worth
we are part of it and remain wedded to our Mother earth....Robert L.
Beautiful Elizabeth endowed with charm and talent,
dominated the silver screen for decade after decade.
We watched her grow from childhood to a fascinating woman.
To see that face on celluloid was worth the money paid.
We aged along with our sweet Liz, shared her triumphs and her pain,
the nearest match to royalty whom America can know.
Her private life was not her own, we stalked her ceaselessly.
The paparazzi followed closely, wherever she would go.
We forgave her human foibles that we would condemn in others.
Her beauty gave her privileges denied to common folk.
Although her many marriages were fodder for the comic,
fans praying for her happiness did not enjoy the joke.
She defended the unpopular and was far before her time,
in accepting the unacceptable and working for control
of a despised disease that others feared and in cowardice turned away.
Elizabeth bravely took it on as another real life role.
She was loyal to her friends even when they weren't their best,
caring not a whit of harsh words that others had to say.
She was mistress of her destiny and her life was a success
that does not come to many as we travel on our way.
Though we would keep her always, our dear Liz of Wonderland,
she could not live by will alone and in frail health, couldn’t stay.
There will not be another like her to ever loving fans.
On the screen she’s ours forever and will never go away.
In a world of giants
The pomerenian is a flicker -
A spark against the horizon
Small but fierce
Its eyes catch the stars
Twinkle with mischief
Near but distant
A lively bundle of joy,
A fluffy ball of fur
Its love, a devotion
Unmatched, unparalleled.
My destination
Royalty above the stars
How humbled I am
Your efforts are focused on annihilation,
manipulation, and my dissipation.
My commitment is resolute and unshaken.
Jesus has risen, and I’ve been awakened.
Unfazed, I stand tall, as your stratosphere poses no obstacle.
Though things get tough, I’m still at the top of my pinnacle.
Your growl serves a dual purpose to distract and intimidate.
I roar to fight, asserting my dominance.
A spiritual war is raging, and it’s you and me in the fight.
Your lies are overshadowed when the angels take flight.
With your boisterous actions, you put on quite a show.
I am a silent warrior, a two-edged sword that overthrows.
It’s pointless to compare our lives, it’s not up for debate
The battle is between His undefeatable love and your destructive hate.
However, it’s all set and it’s official, signed and sealed
Bruises marred his head. My endurance was revealed.
To ensure clarity, let’s make sure we’re on the same page.
The transcription shows that you did not win the race.
I am infused with His shed blood, which fills me with strength and purpose.
Ingrained with holy power, his might, and His surplus.
His sacred energy is my every fiber, connecting and illuminating.
The authority I have over you is both a given and fascinating.
I am the chosen one, aligned in the spiritual realms.
Just a reminder you lose. There’s no rematch or qualms.
With an unmatched and detached disposition, I stand as the chosen one.
Romeo and Juliet were fiction
as if that's not enough
her balcony in Verona
originally a medieval sarcophagus
no more than a tourist attraction
may also have been a water trough
and the Dal Capello family building
where he posed 'through yonder window?'
'but soft' and completely off-the-cuff
to which it's now attached
was once a 13th-century inn
but as stories go really quite unmatched
With apologies to William Shakespeare
love is an overused and time worn concept
marriage is banal
yet nothing about your love is threadbare
you are my evermore
you wear me thin but even the thinnest strings of my fate spell out your name
there is no sphere where waking up on your sore bicep takes a backseat in my thoughts
you are not a part of my anatomy; you are it.
my heart my soul my mind
you own rent free space
you eclipse my ambition
nothing holds a candle to the love i’ve cultivated for you over these years
you are a paradigm of the moment where i realise what your love does to me
you make me a wreck and yet all it takes to fix me is you
you are the poison and you are the antidote
you are the totality of my thesis; you are the only thing i understand.
Let's address the elephant in the room
A coward in power who could care less if we're doomed
A man of trust, more like a man of disgust
Who decided to give this liar a crown & push him to higher grounds, man enough is enough it's time we take a stand & call this man on his bluff
Our so called Idol is idle, full of shame & denial
Disregarded the poor then started a war saying it's for our survival which we know is a lie though because in reality we know he's just trying to hide his name which is tied to these claims that his bestie Jeffrey Epstein maintained in his files
The man's a creep let's face it, we can start with the basics Like him being a full blown racist full of hatred
Or the fact he's a man with no plan, out of touch with reality, lost deep in the matrix
On top of all that now there's leaks he's a rapist
Now he can't sleep at night, he hates it & refuses to face it
But let him tell it he claims they are jealous & it's nothing more than tasteless statements that are baseless
True to his sin, purely off bluffing he clearly started a war for nothing & us the people will suffer for that
Once again due to his actions & his lust for evil even he knows he's got to cover his tracks
Senses our dissatisfaction because we all know he's lying so again he supplies us another distraction in hopes it will cover his a-s-s before they uncover the facts
Figures if he can hide the proof then how can they provide the truth if within the files they choose to release they do it piece by piece, buying time to hide the crimes, only giving us the redactions with all original facts smothered in black
Just more lies & once again we're caught up in another one of his traps, a lapse in judgement followed by a sudden collapse but they say it's nothing relax
Of course I could do nothing & stand back like the others who are under his wrath & act like I understand this hate that he's hatched
But in doing the math the numbers don't match
We were once a land feared making other nations stand clear, believe it or not once upon a time we were a nation unmatched.