Our Poems

OUR CLAIM TO FAME

When I was young and in my prime,
I knew I’d be famous one day.
Although I hadn’t worked out how,
I was quite sure I’d find a way.

I’d play cricket or football for England
And win the World Cup again.
Then win an Olympic gold medal
And become a household name

Or maybe I’d be an actor,
A star of stage and

Our Two Hearts

The spark of distant stars jump-starts
     the rhythmic beating of our two hearts.

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without

Our Union Is On Quaky Ground

Our relationship is on shaky ground
We don't kiss each other like before
We don't say hello and goodbye anymore
We give each other the runaround
For the grace of God
We need to sit down to talk things over
We need the help of the Lord
Countless serious promises were made
That we must keep, cherish and honor
We must always sleep in

Our Claim to Fame

What am I doing? 
I'm waiting to die.
My years are behind me
So, don't ask me why.

When I was young,
It was often said,
You're never too tired;
You can sleep when you're dead.

Now that I'm old
And ready to rest, 
I trust in my savior.
My Lord knows me best.

I've journeyed for miles
And the years have flown by.
I leave a

our governor knows that there is no afterlife

he stands in his suit,
blue tie hanging like a noose,
smiling with dead teeth,
signing papers that send
another man, another woman,
into the dirt.

our governor knows
there is no afterlife—
he isn’t sending them to heaven,
he’s sending them to rot.
if he believes in the Bible,
he’s forgotten the line:
thou shall not kill.
no grey area, no loophole.
he pretends justice,
but it’s only blood

Our Lives Are To Short

The clock gnaws marrow from the bone,
Its hands are wolves in a quiet room.
I pace the halls of books like a penitent,
Collecting alphabets, equations, broken hymns—
Each one a splinter of fire to brand my palms.

Learning is a lantern, I tell myself,
But it burns both the pupil and the page.
Still, I drink the poison of knowledge,
Measure

Others in Our love space

Watching us harden like fallen snow.
Its pure turns into dirt
We're half dead inside
We start a creed of recovery ,
 A stain massacre will be the death of me.
Pretending we're built on solid ground.
Never really settling down 
Slowly weathering away 
Monsters in my dreams become real today.
A phantom start sleeping in our bed we made.
Waiting for

possible names for our playlist

let me love you again
	in love with you in every way
	in love with you in every way again
   things you are
   giving up
	giving you up
	i need to give you up, but i know not yet how
		why can't i view you as a friend
		why can’t i get over it
		it’s been so long

I Won't Trade Our Love

In the tapestry of life, you're the golden thread,
The radiant hue that makes my heart sing.
You mean the world to me, a celestial find,
A treasure trove of love, where my soul resides.

In your eyes, I see a reflection true,
A mirrored image of the love that shines through.
Our callings intertwined, a sacred symphony,
A harmonious duet, where

Our Claim to Fame

Written: September 04, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

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Death approaches, yes—  
But we do not recoil.  
We stand, not wan, but strong,  
a flexible group of iconoclasts  
who shine in the shadows  
of eternity’s

Our Claim to Fame

“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
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Our claim to fame is the flame they acclaim,
No other tongue can sing our triumphs better—let’s not bung ours.
The choice to rise as best each hour is ours to take,
There is no shame in how we play the game;
Once our name

Our Claim to Fame

we are the authors of our life's opus
every scene and every chapter
we hold the pen as we record 
history dreams and ambitions

stepping into the shoes of the hero
our integrity and pride on the line
one day we'll sign off on that final page

Our country

When did our country die
I really can' not say

The people tried to stop it
But it happened anyway 

The government ignored us
The law we had to fight 

We could not fly our country's flag 
To us this was not right.

Pensioners were punished just for 
Being old

The government did not care that 
Thay were dieing with the

OUR GOOD LUCK SUBARU

The other day we had probably the weirdest luck we’ve ever had…
because in a matter of minutes our luck kind of seesawed between both good…and bad.

It was bad luck that it was raining…in fact it started to pour…
but good luck we had our Subaru…so Deborah could drive me to the store.

After putting her key into

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