Short Interchangeable Poems
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I am not a little toy brick man
with U shaped hands
and interchangeable heads
but the world I live in
is
We’re made to feel little.
Like peons on the board of life.
We’re not insignificant and interchangeable.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
At peace, with a serene look
Having not once shown through life
To be attainable;
Neath faith's not so numb read of
"In God's care". "Taken by angels".
That's interchangeable.
I like to think
that if I can think it
there is way
somehow
someway
the then and now
interchangeable
each palm
holding a kingdom
the weight of my
heart would suffice
dog and god
same letters
no mistake
they both have my prayers
I shall loan dog my positive energy too
I have plenty
dog and god
interchangeable in their purity and love
For mankind
they are both
representatives of light and soul
showing us unconditional love always
A lullaby
For the suicidal butterfly
Tracing figure eights on my window panes.
Broken wings,
Torn by thunderstorms
And rosebushes,
Are still beating fruitlessly:
In hope,
Or foolishness,
The two are interchangeable.
A lullaby
For the suicidal butterfly
Arcing lazily overhead
For a last-breath sunset.
REFLECTED WATERS
distinguish
paridisal
feelings
knowing
perceiving
speculative
portions
subsumed
in
unpredejudiced
awareness
seeing
with
visionary
interchangeable
coherence
from
achievements
wholeness
to anticipate
learned
linguistic
language
evolved
externalities
convince
deviation
&
aberration
with
genuine
feelings
You make it hard to sleep without you,
anticipation feels like chaotic lines;
My pulse has become arbitrary
devoid of a purpose to persist;
Anticipation feels like chaotic lines
interchangeable beginning and end;
Devoid of a purpose to persist,
alone I toss and turn in bed;
Interchangeable beginning and end
my pulse has become arbitrary;
Alone I toss and turn in bed,
you make it hard to sleep without you.
Once you are retired
(And there is no going back),
The days are interchangeable
And you keep losing track.
Monday feels like Friday
Or like Saturday, perchance;
You’re never certain ‘til
Upon the calendar you glance.
It’s slightly disconcerting
But it’s cutting loose, as well.
Each day is like another,
All the same and parallel.
A part of me still misses, though,
When I could really say
TGIF was reason for
A hearty hip-hooray!
Behind the light, there is darkness.
Behind the darkness, there is light.
Controversial light.
Forever interchangeable depth.
A shield protects and blocks out the other.
Forbidding one from exposing the other.
High and almighty I raise my shield.
Protect and hide.
For without it,
With only one strong and mighty blow,
A crack shall appear and expose such controversy.
Light into darkness.
Darkness into light.
Forever exposed and changed.
Their forms have leaked into my mind;
women who have become
interchangeable body parts
in a chemical reaction I have with myself.
A female once undressed with a smile
seeps through closed lids,
another woman, once passed on a street
lived for years as a reoccurring fantasy;
she suckles an incubus,
born from a proliferant lust.
It returns to me now;
speaks as an imago and apprehension.
"Don’t worry father,
my crippled condition
can't be seen
behind your open eyes".