Short Countered Poems
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Unseen days without you cause me angst
Completeness countered with sharp pangs
By Robb A. Kopp
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I once had a butler so dapper
He had but a slight stutter
On the grounds we once walked
To find treasure of sorts
Wh.. wh.. he stuttered
I know I countered
Then why'd you step on it
He questioned
Out the door
is a vicious game
a process
battle of spite
tug of war
circus of irritation
where nobody loses
no one wins
a bloody senseless draw
no referee
only stiff jabs
right crosses
haymakers
countered by blow
after blow
low...
Find the comedy in the drama
And laugh instead of cry
For every darkness there is light
And to every low there is a high
Every negative thought can be countered
So let a positive one prevail
Why choose to hold your breath
When you can simply just exhale
Bones
Protruding
Like they never have before
Questions
Countered by camouflage
And false filling
I can only count to a thousand
And you’re counting on me
But I’m trapped
And truthfully,
I don’t intend to flee
It’s a numbers game
And I’ll calculate my way to the carcass
Form:
heavy confused dreams
filled my night with restlessness
subconsciously awake
endlessly the mind wonders
every thought held as captive
unrelenting fear
the mind takes over
grandmaster of illusion
and I the pawn of the game
a mental torture
I mount my attack, countered
I awake, checkmate
I held her so
wonderful
soul do I love her
her love countered embraced me Oh!
and I love her
I surely, holy un adulterating do so
love her
as we embrace
in my spirit, heart, mind, and soul do I love her
my heart beats, as well as her
and I never want to never ever let her go
Agape
To the treasury note i lost with
I was without exotic notes
Taught in hardened testaments for quote
And speak of troubles i would have
Save the bested efforts tilled by young
Haddingstone and young it was
Countered verse lustra’s bugs
From grand ire back long to nepal
She granted means
Leaving no measures
Destroyer of rain
Remover of wash
Sleeping sees
Ossian’s loss
Shadowy silhouettes and fragmented memories:
ebony outlines, inked by years of disappointment
veil hope's complicity, in using trivial deeds
like colored crayons, to show God created those lines.
Faith countered my enthusiasm for life with self-doubt,
controlling my thoughts and dousing any sparks of hope.
All that awaits me beyond death is oblivion:
religion can't silence the lamentations of fate.
If freedom was granted, it would be wasted.
They said.
If imprisonment was granted, it would cost you money.
I countered.
I left my spark.
And carried away the remnants.
Along with my bags.
Which they had deemed part of the outside world.
I left silently in the middle of the day.
When everyone else was asleep.
I wouldn’t stay another night.
But others would.
And their screaming would begin again without me.
I stuck a needle in my eye- I cried,
the soldier stuck a sword, in my heart nearly died.
Our fencing duo, our battle stride,
Each step I countered I led in pride.
I stuck a needle in my eye- I'm blind.
Falling to the ground wounded I bled,
I died where I lay.
dismembered decayed Private 1st Class Daniel Ostrogoth,
dead frozen…"For a fly does not enter a closed mouth".
8/7/2019
For Romani Proverb Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Good grief, one soldier told another
Our foe’s no different than our brothers
Oh, yes he is, the other retorted
The cause he fights for is distorted
I beg to differ, countered soldier the first
Our side’s lack of morals is the worst
Them's fightin' words, the other soldier replied
Said the first, I'll take you down, I’ve got my pride...
When it was over, they both lay dead
Their foe, their brother, victorious instead