Short Dissimilar Poems

Complex and Convex

His brain became concave and convex
And enough many people to perplex
What erupted had been endemic
Also it turned out to be systemic
Problems possessed became complex.

Does this sound either familiar or dissimilar?

Jim Horn...

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emotional big dipper
going up and then
   speeding down
my mind is in a spin
   how did I get here?

I don’t like the face staring back at me
   so cheerless
hazel eyes without their shine

a broken mirror
  dissimilar views
in between the heartache
  and expectant dreams

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Volcanoes erupts in
Three dissimilar ways

Spines on its hills
As gases run low

Lava down its slopes
Total destruction in its path

Fiery bursts of black ash
Burst through its mountain top

Ash fills the air with murky dust
Form miles away

Lava destroys neighboring life
Plants, Insects, animals, and people alike...

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Everywhere I look they pass me by
People that is, people of every kind
Sometimes I see shallow 
Sometimes I see deep
Strangers of all shapes and colours, I greet
They morph with my thoughts, notions often wrought
I wonder what the world has brought, today
Routine my kindred eye, peruse again
I am one of them, feeling dissimilar
Them, me , us,...

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Far away,
in the thickest woods
where frozen mist drifts
beside the pure water springs
on soft green grass we two lay
i lean upon you 
as sky lean upon earth
centuries would pass
some bright day morn
some reckless would come and find 
two bodies glittering like crystals
arms so embodied as branches
lips so compact 
one can not dissimilar the two....

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Fantasies for Two

Time rushes past us,
  too soon we are alone.

You in your world
  	and I in mine.

Things that make me happy
  	no longer interest you.

We share meaningless words
        and dissimilar thoughts.

Timeless days and empty nights
 	 how long have we known?

We are strangers passing
 	 resting on the oasis of fantasies

Two un-enchanted lives
  	never more to be one....

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At night, when the moon
in my throat is full,
I listen - an embryo want
in my own nest.

I hear the needs
of worms and dragons.
They do not seem
different to me.

The hunting calls of angels,
the tigers panting bruit
does not seem dissimilar.

I am what the egg wants.
I want a spirit that crashes through
the ever changing face
of this world.

I want the shell-breaking desire
of all fledgling gods....

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How mysterious
we seem to each other,
how matter of fact,
So familiar, so dissimilar.
in every mirror.

As we indulge in our
shared needs, desires
and wants

we may both find
and meet ourselves.

It’s a sweet trap
and if God (in some form),
came upon us
locked into each other
like that,

that ineffable-image
might smile
and perhaps even inquire
if being free of it all
is what we really want,

when what is most necessary
is that we love,
love even the trap....

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