Short No Alternative Poems

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Body

the human body
naturally made machine
automatic ON
those who want can change its parts
breath has no alternative 


-January 06,2019 Chattogram
Form: Tanka


Crossroads

I have always loved roads
Never having tired of traveling on them
But why hide it:
I love the crossroads more 
The unpredictable, multiplicitous crossroads
They separate
Like kids from their parents.
Sometimes even the straight road to heaven
Is boring
When there's no alternative.
© Betim Muco  Create an image from this poem.

Growing Up In a Christian Household

Growing Up In A Christian Household 

My dad was such a FRAMER then that I oft just felt like a FARMER,  
No alternative routes accepted, no reasons other, 
Only their special Christian gospel that did mother, 
Slippy slimy slowness, a slave’s sleeve slipped in for sloth.


17/12/2015
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I Hide

Such is life,
  so why don’t we live,
  to live is to let go, 
  to open your heart, 
  to let others in.
I cant live, 
  I hide, 
  within myself, 
  I hide, 
  be in control,
  no alternative, 
  don’t let go. 
Let go and die, 
  never to have been, 
  never to have lived,
  I hide.
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Premium Member alternative facts

the man’s fallacious reasoning could not be shaken
He returned every fact and argument with an alternative fact.
There are no alternative facts, only alternative opinions, she said.
His face changed and he was instantly angry.
She did not waste any more time with him.
Brainwashing for him was obviously complete.


The Baby

We need see baby is baby
Of human, whose may be,
Take care and feed
In danger and in need,
This baby will be father or mother
At our age old
To find gold
We do see way no other.

How they may look at
Fair, dark, thin or fat,
Whatever the race is
Family may be poor or rich,
Future obviously focuses in them
To lead the nation,
In proportion
No alternative to care of them.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member alternative facts eye roll

It is an alternative fact, she says.
Interpretation: It is a lie.
Walter Cronkite would be horrified.
That she used that term on national television.

There are no alternative facts, only facts.
An alternative fact is a lie, a fib, a misinterpretation.
Unfortunately, as long as any station can use the word NEWS
Without checking accuracy or facts, this inane idiocy might continue.

No Complications Cheers!

I have had sexual relations with this woman
(my soul mate) 

I plan on having much more with her- 

...hold the cigars, - and any sex toys. 

her smooth skin her smell her eyes
her beautiful mouth she is my world, 
her loving consumes me, 

I'm under her spell, she brings love thunder 

beyond romantic-a realm of affection 
deep love blessed adorn perfection 

...there is no alternative...
...she is my protection...
Form: Lyric

The Pain of Living

there’s something so painful about living 
i’m too scared to die but im too scared to live 
i feel my world closing in, but there’s no alternative 
each day is a war zone and I have to be a warrior 
but it’s not the life I’ve chosen and I just want to give in
my wrists are sore and the blood has been drawn
my head hurts but my heart aches for more 
I long for a day of nothing hurting, 
but I know that’s just the pain of living
Form: Narrative

If We Look To Each Other

We will only look past each other,
If we tend to look to the past.

But if we look to each other,
No alternative will be passed.

If we listen to each other,
We will enjoy a great repast.

If we run past each other,
We will drop the ball that is being passed.

If we no longer call on each other,
We will taste only a sour repast.

If we only look past each other,
Opportunities for a better way of living will be lost to the past.
Form: Didactic

Premium Member LAST BELL


    Days passed by to cross sixty and years ran —-
    to cross seventy with full fledged activities as I was to scan -
    Eventually had to cross Eighty, what to do  !
    No alternative, but compelled to live too.
      
    Only dragging dull days , swimming in stagnant pool.
   No excitement confronting scary shark but to remain cool.
   Not to invite golden goose flapping wings in charismatic charm.
   All achievements turned obsolete ! Last bell to ring ending life - term.
Form: Rhyme

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