Short At Loggerheads Poems
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Wrestling with two options without cease;
Your heart and mind at loggerheads.
Stuck between the rubicon of "Do" and "Don't!"
One flip of a coin lands erect in the dirt.
Now what? Take a chance; do as Nike says.
Our love is so real,
yet,we can`t be together,
Silly tradition...
Families at loggerheads,
how can love be so painful?
Past haunts the present,
but our love is unshaken,
despite parents row,
We`re ready to break this seal
and remain close til death parts...
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me and my bicycle
are in a ***** relation
at least in the state of running
at high speed it keeps balance
but off balance my life becomes
while I drive at low speed
me and my life
now at loggerheads
at least in the matter of speed
my life runs well like a bicycle
but at the age of forty
I could not afford high speed
upon putting much efforts
I develop back pain.
After swimming ashore
exhausted and on their last legs
when searching the beach
for somwhere secure to lay their eggs
two turtles who didn't see eye to eye
had a kerfuffle got in each other's face
and after a scuffle continued contesting
disputing the perfect nesting place
for altho' by the light of the moon
both were soon to be a mother
apparently they appeared to be
at loggerheads with one another
Twosome at loggerheads.
Tempers flare now and then!
The referee nowhere...
To be found; good heavens!
Tempest in a teapot.
Trouble in paradise;
The state of their union.
Submitted for...
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
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Date written: 04/25/2021
A world of magicians and faeries and elves
Mystical and magical intense and alive
Feverishly I grasp at every wish blowing fast
In my world I can see magic as it runs past
Hues of mist and colours of sunlight
Mirrors of truth and wizards of justice
The subjects addressed by the faerie king himself
The pixies giggle intent in their play as they delve
The gnomes and leprechauns at loggerheads again
I smile as I turn and watch the king order his men
Alone in the dark
Daydreaming about what was once mine
Eternal flames dancing about like a lark
Killing my sorrow in bottles of wine
Up until that night
Nothing – and I mean nothing ever
Left me in such a state of fright
Except for that fateful day last year in November
Arriving at a crossroads
Jungle boots and helmets
At loggerheads with civilians in folds
Shots fired. So many deaths
Including my beloved’s
November is here again, and so is the hurt!