Long Similarities Poems
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closest to the beginning
it was demonstrated through
each defining word
spoken, until each person
heard his or her's function
either solution
settled each problem
these beginnings different
and each ending different
similarities and differences
these to extract the pure pungent flavor
of the essence of it's potency.
exploration into new functions
each part to demonstrate difference and resolve
each ending
that they are never same but seen
as familiar
right in right times
best and bragged on
researched and sketched
modeled
and drawn
right for in all times
yet these clays shall be shaped into
perfect figures
and their distinction shall be examined
through
there similarity
and marveled for there difference
beyond the measure
might the world
see as we do
this is right for all times
and awarded because of
right in real time
seen in contest
examined and spoken as magnificent
great, and best!
speak me in these words that I am best!
speak me in the words that I am right for all times
a champion amiss my contenders
right in these times
that those in future times might
say he would be best now!
each word defined
each movement examined
the results of each maneuver tested
that these contenders ranked from their abilities
are contested to determine who is greatest among these few
that the whole of these parts
are joined together
to mecognize from
recognition
the might of the spectical at hand
cog by cog
spoke by spoke
grese the wheel that I might start again
doing the thing that the creator
found need to create for
fuction to function
seen as best in the world
and the very best in this time
Curiosity brings me here.
To the lonely halls of the museums inner workings at night
The only sounds; the scuffle of a mouse and the gentle, rhythmic ticking of the clocks
The heady scent of freshly polished floors illuminate the way to a small, cluttered room. I silently watch as he stoically works, surrounded by clocks and timepieces galore, as the pendulums melodically swing the hands of time steadily towards the chiming hours
Clocks of all shapes and sizes cover every conceivable space and are overwhelming in their similarities and differences. In amongst the chaos of the room, the curators slow movements are concise and methodic as he gently oils the gears of the clocks. Tenderly polishing faces, as a loving mother would wash their own children's.
His body is lean and stooped, his eyes quizzical and searching. Remedying any imperfections that reach his eye with the grace and speed of a gazelle, alert to his surroundings. The curator is comfortable in this space, he needs neither company nor conversation. He has the clocks which count his steps towards the end.
I softly walk away from this mesmerising sight.
Never met someone like you before
I never claimed to be perfect;
I only claimed this was worth it
And if we didn’t do it, then tell me who did?
My silver bullet Princess, my darkest dream,
You make me feel complete.
A shot through my heart and hello or goodbye.
We will not be finished by this sunlight,
For we will continue to search, maybe in vein,
For love eternal; eternally loves slave.
If the skies keep on falling down on me,
Then how am I supposed to live, not grieve?
I am living at the end of tomorrow,
Too fearful of new beginning’s.
All I am selling is worthless to your soul
And in the end we end up with what we began with long ago.
The things on this Earth we gather to our hearts,
In time become worthless when compared to the stars
And all we cherish only to become lost,
We wish to keep, or take back, but are unwilling to pay the cost.
At my weakest point, still I reach for your love.
If we never did meet, then would we ever have known trust?
I trust in you because love dares me to;
I risk it all on the roll of a chance dice,
Hoping your hand will carry me through.
It’s our differences that define us,
So let our similarities forever bind us.
Two hearts beating as one;
An endless love built on trust.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Life is comparable
To a sports event in a game;
Like a race, it has both
A beginning and an end.
Similar to an athletic match,
Rules are observed by each player;
All are required with certain codes
Of conduct and behavior.
It closely resembles
A championship bout;
Protagonists aim at a precious prize
By fierce fight, going all out.
While the will to win
In their hearts does dwell;
Many yet fall short of even
Getting close to the jewel.
As in the case of a race,
Some runners stumble;
They even miserably fail
To make it to the golden goal.
Those who get dog-tired
Would withdraw rather;
Caring neither ignominy nor pain
They bring on each supporter.
Losers readily concede,
Thinking they did their best;
They reason not the win or loss
But how they played matters.
In life, we're not mere spectators
But are the playing athletes;
Aiming at the glorious reward
At the end of the race.
While there are similarities,
There are also differences;
The fight isn't between runners and us,
But between us and the evil forces.
We cannot afford to lose
In this crucial contest with evil;
Neither can we choose to retreat
From the spiritual big battle.
Struggle toward the finish line,
For there is no graceful exit;
Amid the din and the pains,
We cannot give up and quit.
We ought to shake off the burden
Of sins right in our face;
Run freely with determination,
Let us finish the race.
When we communicate with another
Via verbal or written correspondence alone
We have no idea what that person looks like
So we form an image of our own
Sometimes that image is close
Other times completely incorrect
Always so interesting to see
If they look like we suspect
Hypothetically ,wouldn’t it be an intriguing experiment
To gather a group of faceless P.S poets we have connected to
Without speech or interaction
Ask each person to guess just…who is who?
I wonder if anyone would choose correctly
If there were similarities in what they had visualised
Or if they are polar opposites to our minds image
The way they look a complete and utter surprise!
Firstly, having realized that PS Soupers cross the International Line, aspects of politics should be addressed. Clarity of 'Crossing the Aisles'. An American phrase references Congress and seldom elsewhere. I'm expounding on Congress via its members and how they find it useful. Members accord themselves with similarities fashioned by their constituents -- lest they seek a short term. Ergo, they'll ingratiate themselves on social issues that affect their daily lives, and the reciprocal benefit will ensure a mainstay in office. Members in opposition will ingratiate with constituents on those similar social issues that affect their daily lives from a whole different perspective thereby affecting said controversy from 'Crossing the Aisles' on a political level, whether it be, Washington DC, Ottawa, Canberra, or elsewhere..
Now on the subject of religion. I've bandied about my POV on faith and my pious mother via some of my posted poetry here at PS. In my sampling for the contest, I did make such an implication of that fact yet if you read into it, you'll note it was words of Christian standards that infer a mother's love towards her two sons that preceded her in death. I did not preach on the subject of my faith and have it dragged into the darkness of controversy.
Contrast on Controversy
They who claim to have seen or been abducted by space aliens
are either very delusional or are just plain and simply lying
or they may have been deceived by others most conniving.
These aliens possess a torso, four limbs and a head for a body
and these are traits that have evolved here on planet earth only.
Every specie here on earth that displays a face
all have the same ancient common ancestor from whom they evolved that trait.
The odds of such similarities occurring in outer space beyond our reach
are profoundly astronomical at the very least.
I do however have one other theory
that may shed some light on this space alien query.
They are not space aliens at all. They are the future of humanity
who have traveled back in time to study their evolutionary history.
We now travel in automobiles where we once used horse and buggy.
We've created trains and airplanes so as to travel more quickly.
We now have the Internet whereupon we once depended on libraries only.
Our advancement is evolving exponentially.
So I ask you; Is time travel so inconceivable to be attained eventually?
Every so called alien looks like a clone to me.
Perhaps they are all fading out very slowly
and can no longer procreate as do we.
Cloning a clone is like making a photo copy of a photo copy.
The image through many generations begins to fade eventually.
So maybe they're abducting us to extract our DNA to preserve their specie.
As far fetched as this may sound, it makes scientific sense to me.
Foggy Express
Preening For A Distant Gaze
Other Thoughts Entangle Charm;
Ends-Without-The-Means, Indeed!
Trust In Troubled Torrent Tribes...
Raid The Chambers, Raise All Voices!
Yours Is But A Word Away.
I've Got Your Number,
Seen Your Thoughts...
Passions' Preference, Prejudiced Still;
Ran Around The Racetracks, Cheering!
Off! You Feral Cockerel Sewer-Rats!
Onward Ho! Ye Her0es Of Re-Cen'cy!
Find Our Un-Common Empowered Empathy!
Ten Stations Later - Stations Closed.
Hats Off! Conductors And Cabin-Boys...
All The Better, All The Madder:
Tender Butter, On A Platter.
Worlds' Benefits, Cruise The List
Old Globby's Globe Just...
Reeks With Similarities!
Damned If We Don't Know What We Mean.
Syllable Counts, Uhhhh...
Can I Say "Indeed" Again, Down Here?
After All, It's Just Convenient.
Nothing Here Is Useful, Splotches...
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Taste The Stain Left By Those Lips.
-Gray Squirrel
06-09-2025
I started noticing superficial similarities.
He had a shaved head just like me,
and we were both the same age, separated by 3 months exactly.
He was born June 1st, 1953.
I was born March 1st, 1953,
and as I listened to his life story,
of mental health issues, darkness and misery,
I began noticing stronger similarities,
between this unfortunate individual and yours truly.
His problems as a child, his falling into the company,
that would influence his life most heinously eventually.
His low self-esteem, his vulnerability to be drawn in,
by anyone who made him feel special, and/or important,
and as I sat staring into my flatscreen,
I was taken aback suddenly.
The image on my screen was not he but me.
"There but for the grace of god goes I,"
was the first thought I had before I broke down and cried,
but I wasn't crying for myself, I was crying for him,
because he too, like I was also a victim,
of an environment that influenced our behaviour and decision making.
My path just happened to be not as extreme,
as this individual who publicly is seen as a villain,
but it could have been.
"There but for the grace of god goes I,"
I continued thinking as I continued to cry.
Freedom not free doom
I go for what I want
I stand for what I need
I hold on to what I love
I leave what breaks me
Or face it if neccessary
I stitch my broken heart with self love
I believe in what makes me stronger
I relate to my testimonies
So I never fall out of gratitude
I live to live again
So I never regret my worst decision's in life
Dont forget I am human and
life is full of lessons and experiences
Am not perfect
I only attract what I deserve
I don't need no grudges
Yes cos I always relate with my soul
And I Stand with my spirit to forge ahead
I have to survive my fears
I have to walk my ways
Definitely it can't be same as yours
Even when similarities connect our path
I love to free my mind
I am royal to life
Always answering the calls of nature
I am humble to my struggles
And I respect my hustle
Despite my efforts are timeless
I worship the supreme yes God is real
I recognize the universal forces
In my life my destiny is all
I have to save
So my dignity could be defined
With the worth of legacy
While I am gone beyond
I need to live before mama calls
I have no other choice
So all through my life Gods light
Never depart from my ways
Both physically and Spiritually
Is obviously obvious
my life is a symbol of
Freedom not free doom