Short Swapping Poems

Branches hanging low

Often touching earth below

Swapping what they know...

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I met a writer named, Richard Lime
Who wrote poems with only five lines
By swapping his name
He realized his fame
Thus inventing the Limerick rhyme...

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A party was held for wife swapping
But so many bellies were flopping
The wives searched in vain
For something to gain
As any big deal spurs thrift shopping!...

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On Saturday I went shopping
Where someone's fleas were still hopping
I don't wish to give blood
To fleas jumping from crud
Go somewhere else for flea swapping!...

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Christmas
parties are great!
This coming Friday is
a fun event for the teachers:
the swapping of strange or amusing gifts -
a White Elephant Gift Exhange.
Also we’ll have potluck -
yummy food for
Christmas.

Dec 9, 2019...

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I am Buttercup, swaying in breeze
Ah Ah Choo! Something's making me sneeze.
Just hold on...now I see
It's that darn Busy Bee
And he's swapping my pollen for fleas.



for 'Are you Bugged'...and in response to James Fraser's 'Pollen Calling'...

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By twilight we shall reach Torchwood
to spy on an insane time lord
let's delete him
then send him
straight to Mt. Erebor
then knock out a lowly hobbit,
kidnap him
and toss him in the Tardis
Once he wakes up
we take a step back
to see what happens next!...

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Not staring out the window
but catching the ghost reflection
That almost me
Trying to connect
with the mist me
haloed with embers new born
Swapping places with the places
And as the diamond silhouette
catches my gaze
i cannot recognise
the eyes within the face...

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If we put the wisdom of providence on one plate of the cosmic scales, and the mysteries of luck on the other one; 
the bottom line will turn out a third mystery. Let's say, our individual value in the universe.
Would not the deficiencies of one plate be made up for by the surplus of the other?...

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I'm tired of swapping secret stares
And silent touches, barely there.
Unspoken words congest the space
Where cryptic signals mark your face.

But then again, what would I change?
I've grown fond of our untold strange.
Your wandering hands have boundaries few
Your idle hands have work to do....

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Great online resource to swapping your poetry books!! 

The norton anthology of poetry

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Tuned myself to a beat
only i heard
leaving reality
entered the absurd
looking at the mirror from the other side
Dying in the awk ward
the obvious scene
was obscene
Painting depRavED and DistuRbED
to be read
Swapping that for this
How olds the rain
Wheres the wind going
Digging in the Earths earth
hoping for some worth...

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ALARMING GHASTLY GHOSTLY HOST--
I saw an alarming ghost,
It wasn't all by choice;
I saw a scary spectre, 
swapping alarming for scary...entomb host;
swapping ghost for the spectre,
gravesite loyal protector;
~
I saw an alarming ghost;
I heard a ghastly ghost,
swapping alarming for a ghastly scary loyal host;

6/12/19...

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never
never mind the pain
never psyche the pain 
never swapping mind for psyche
never mind the pain
never mind the nuisance 
never miserable, mild mind the persistent, pain 
never moist, menacing mind the postoperative, pleuritic pain 
never messy, mellow mind the powerful, pleasurable pain 
never me mind the popular, pleasing pain 


4/23/19...

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<> The human genome consists of 20 000 paired genes… about…

<> During meiosis, gametes are generated by randomly swapping genetic material… let's shout…

<> 2^(20 000)  = 10^(6 000) possible sperm (proud of daddy)… boy scout…

<> 2^(20 000)  = 10^(6 000) possible ova (proud of mommy)… far-out…

<> 2^(40 000)  = 10^(12 000) possible zygotes… freak out…

<> 1 zygote in 10^(12 000)  = Improbable Me… no doubt!


;-))...

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leaves fall softly upon the earth’s floor

color swapping from gold to brown

sparrows sing from undressed limbs

as they migrate due south

nestled securely

as they gather

in search of

calm and

warmth

thoughts

of deep

reasoning

as they gather

nestled securely

among defined havens

in lush trees where sparrows sing

scented blooms of pinks and yellows

seasons on around and in-between...

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the eye-catching leaves
strutting in the gentle breeze~
November spotlights

leaves spin to silence 
as they sway among the trees~ 
bright thirsty blossoms 

floral leaf coated 
make a motion to the stream~ 
golden craving blooms 

cold first migration 
a white feather falls gently~
as opposed to drift

Written: November 12, 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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The displaced years
cling
to your body
like an extended death.
I wanted to see
what could not be seen
by clutching.
the lifeless doubts.

Emotions play:
potentials are threatened.
Remaining alert becomes a 
punishment. I grieve for the dementia,
the night yawns. The walking trees
start swapping the roots. Folds of sorrow
whisper of morality.

The apocalyptic prophecy wants to know:
“Have you ever seen the hell?”			


SATISH VERMA...

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The displaced years
cling
to your body
like an extended death.
I wanted to see
what could not be seen
by clutching.
the lifeless doubts.

Emotions play:
potentials are threatened.
Remaining alert becomes a 
punishment. I grieve for the dementia,
the night yawns. The walking trees
start swapping the roots. Folds of sorrow
whisper of morality.

The apocalyptic prophecy wants to know:
“Have you ever seen the hell?”				


SATISH VERMA...

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Why would I know you?
I have a thousand recollections
of a hundred acquaintances,
lovers and foes.
Yet you steal upon me
as my one and only beloved.

Could it be I have been swapping faces
in a house of mirrors,
mingling in the same Mind
thinking just I were the stranger?

Why then would I be standing here
in this wind-blown persona
at the very edge of being
looking through myself

seeing only this formless You
within this formless me?...

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sits in one corner
with glue, thumb-tacks and hammer
savior of lost soles

Mr. Smith  accepts any kind of old shoes
To fix, sew and make tight ones loose
Also makes loose ones tight
Swapping your left and right
At lowest cost, trims your nails and toes

Old shoe’s life lies over the heels of a cobbler, controller of some avid shoppers.

Jan 22, 2022 11.49am



Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku
Contest Judged:  3/11/2022 3:42:00 AM
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Place 2...

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I thought I knew
What I was dreaming:

The night time walks
And daytime talks
The future pledged of seeing;

The midnight phone calls
And certain gewgaws
The heart defined of meaning;

The swapping letters
And evening ventures
No longer seem existed;

The solemn promise
The spirit noticed
Refined and all retracted.

But all seems false
And love seems vain
I have no words of truce,

I'll drudge myself
In scattered pieces
And paint them with my youth....

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Tears upon tears. 
Cruelty upon misery. 
Swapping hell
 For the psychotic sea. 
Capsizing in infinite night. 
Empty silence now ruptured, 
As haunted faces 
That once knew kindness,
 Wail and scream. 
Kick and splash. 
Fighting their surrender 
To the murderous depths
 and then quietness falls. 
But for the groans of a forlorn mum.
 The score will be kept. 
Statistics written up. 
Reported by the press 
Somewhere between the golf 
And the latest fashion faux pas....

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Swaying turbulent ripples of musings 

Unfold my heart’s deep yearnings.

Numb inside with perturbed passions,

Flaring eyes digging clock and my ears

Lament for the whispers of your secrets.

Overcame the senses from bleak emptiness.

Waggish eyes sighted glints of sunflowers,

Ecstatic by swapping voluminous exchanges,

Roamed my soul secretly in the thoughts of yours!




Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury 
Date: 23-05-2021
Placed: 3rd...

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I got all decked out
  Ready to meet some foxes
 So I jumped in my Deuce and a quarter
 And peeled out

 At the party there were lots of skirts
 The first  girl I met had toys in the attic
 Then a stone fox came my way
 And made my day

 We started rapping
 And everything was cool
 Then we began dancing
 Soon we were making out

 That party was a gas 
 Can you dig it
 I was swapping spit with the lovely lass
 But right now I got to split
                    ----
1960's slang...

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