Short Counterparts Poems
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Those college kids sure get excited when they win
while their professional counterparts barely grin
~ although they do get rich as sin
Counterparts,we
two becoming one
Co-relatives,yet
two becoming one
Communing,now as
two becoming one
Christian Marriage
two becoming one
having a ball gag
muzzling of the scientists ~
ignorance is bliss
***
2025/02/18
Today on the news: Canadian scientists
not being allowed to communicate
with their American counterparts.
Counterparts,we
two becoming one
Male & female,equivalents
Communing,now
two becoming one
Male & female,complemented
Christian Marriage
two becoming one
Observing carefully the details
The painter of trees
Taking notice of tree shadows
More elongated than their
Counterparts - whether it be
Light of the Sun - or Moon
The painter of trees
Brushing strokes accordingly
A lady from the Heain court
Did rather more than she ought
Astounding her male counterparts-
With her creative mind
Wrote the first book of its kind
Lady Murasaki authored one of the worlds's first novels 'Tale of Genji (1002)
A touch too close and a gaze too sincere,
Was the Jenga player about to pull an upset loss?
Faulty by design, promise and execution
Does a good love need time to catch its breath?
Or does it weave long exhales into conversational counterparts?
Slowly he rolls the tyre,
to and fro,
with his pants on,
Laughing with his other
counterparts,
His dirty pants,
Shown in the noon,
Like a rag,
He saw his mother,
And shouted,
Mother!
Where is my father?
Where did he go?
when will he come back?
When will i wear a shirt?
When will i sleep on a bed?
When will there be light?
Where will there be water
from our taps?
A radiantly coiffed bouffant was mine,
fit perfectly and curved to the nines.
I stood taking in the awe of counterparts
let them eat cake I chuckled in my heart.
The spring roll rumbling in my center
drifted to the lower parts no longer indentured.
I held my breath and prayed
that no sound or scent would stray
I wanted to drop to my knees
Oh God, please, don’t let me sneeze.
And so it is
The painted sun has cast its shadow
On my waiting, lonely earth
As the moon breaks through
The darkened sky
To take refuge
Among its counterparts
While tears dry at my feet
I stand amidst a tidal flood of emotion and
Alone, looking to the sky
My heart seems to be void
As my mind is filled with thought
Dreaming of the echoes of reverberation
When love enters the boundaries
Of earth and time
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Winters' suitors never earned
cozen for their sacrifice
Love accepted, not returned,
frozen trophies kept on ice
Counterparts once jailed are freed,
gone to fairer girls of spring
Hearts disposed now those I need
So begins my reckoning
Puerile Moon rules Scorpio
fools of summer disenthrall,
swooning cools to vertigo
Who will love me come the fall?
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09/11/2020
Colors
Is there is a palette
on which the balance
of the additive colors
in our world
are in harmony with
their subtractive counterparts?
Where the sharp
divisions of conflict
are blurred with pastels
that melt away
the fear and trauma
with smooth indelible strokes
of human color
that can never fade?
Alas, if not
then our world
shall always be
a shattered sphere conflicted
by shards of black and white.
oneness
contained coherent
interdependence
selves-sufficient
a unity of action
counterparts
of
compatibility
a structural union
with no visible
delineation
an organic whole
together as one
unfragmented
discord dispersed
love
defined enacted
spiritually
unified
without
boundary