Short Other(A) Poems
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if theyer other race
difference face
won't to help
except
don't blame all
for a bad call
get a new dance
GIVE OTHER CHANCE
Ben and Jerry each one of both of them is dumper than the other
Ben and Jerry dump and dumper one of them call the other a sir
she is that ship
that whips and dip
to get us there
her sprits everywhere
she worked hard
to give other a started
SHE WAS CHOOSES
BY GOD
Officers Toody and Muldoon
One a cherub; the other a goon
Where are you, O, number fifty-four car ~
Painting a rainbow, swinging on a star
I am secretly in love towards you
But it seems that you can't give me a glance
Can we give each other a little chance?
I want you to love me too.
Their eyes met but for a moment
only lingered on each other a short while
but it was enough for him to capture forever….
the memory of her smile.
SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
:: 07-24-2014 ::
I love Lucy not Mister Ed
one was love the other a horse
I laughed more with Lucy of course
loved their landlords Ethel and Fred
Mister Ed would put me right to bed
Tipi and Tiki two girls homebound,
One had diarrhoea one was sound;
One got in a yellow press,
Other a hell of a mess,
Between two stools one fell to the ground.
Two by two
side by side,
clinging to each other
one a male
the other a female
the lion and the lioness
they move on
onto Noah's ark
for what the future
was about to unfold
There are only two ways
to become immortal
One is to become a warrior
—the other a writer
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching ‘The Last Samurai,’ October, 2014)
Only One
Our time together is
Not very
Long
Yet I feel we are
One in spirit with each other, a
New week, a chance to spend
Each moment with you even if at a distance
On one side and other is bridge inbetween;
When painted will be such a pretty scene;
Loved each side,
And never denied;
One was a city and other a village green.
Jim Hrn
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 7, 2020
Zeekie and Mildred were buds.
Neither thought the other a dud.
Friendship so true.
They each had a tattoo
As symbols of undying love.
mabe you were poor
someone open the door
so as you go
do more to started be apart
give other a a lift
as you eat and dip
or sitting thinking in a bar
DON'T FORGET
WHO YOU ARE
this is her day to play
and he hops
to the gift shop
with her he is stop
they love each other a lot
so me and sister and brothers
bought gifts to give them a lift
for
MOM AND POP
the fighters emerge
one has a trident and net
the other a sword and shield
looking for chances
they circle one another
the net man traps and stabs – death
for Amy’s chokehold choka contest
one half’s an arc the other a strobe ~ light becomes your coagulant
signals and synapses firing off sparks ~ try open eyes but you can’t
all bound together forming a dream ~ welded to the somnambulant
Maxwell Smart and wisest Ninety-nine.
One is a boob, the other just fine.
1960’s fun,
Always on the run.
One is logical, other a whine.
Written Feb 2, 2019 Contest: Limericks 4 Sponsor: Joseph May
I found my love in a light where i was lost he took me by the hand and we shared the love
for a while. Then we gave each other a kiss and told each that i found my long lost love that
we been looking for all our love lives.
One unbiased through a lense seen clear
Objectively,subjectively unvarnished in form
No quantum entanglements at all devoid of expectation
Free flowing electrons prism like in possibility
The other a one eighty of the above
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( -.-) (-.- )
o(")(") (“)(“)o
Bunnies love each other a lot
To me this is certainly clear
For when it comes to having babies,
They have from six to twelve a year!
In a precise season,
the earth is an alcove
of snow....
On another occasion,
the floor is a mattress
of fallen leaves...
On the other a enchanted garden
of assorted flowers...
And the last one, a shower
of waters of life... !
Painted With Same Brush
Both had been painted with same brush;
One was loser and the other a loony lush;
Both were being,
Not worth seeing;
With disaster had a crude crushing brush.
Jim Horn
Paint must have all dried out.
Is it my grief?
That i behold?
That i knoweth ongoing sorrow
Waterless doves?
None other, a city?
Just? As a city dweller?
Dwelling, in mired filth?
Unconquered mime, play!
At once! Be tainting…..
Project at them
Boredom? You wandered…..