Short Tug Poems
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Tug-o-war
What’s it for
Blows my mind
Every time
Whenever I
Question why
Right or Wrong
Same ol’ song
In the way
That I say
I must see
To trust me
April 1, 2005
Form:
In my youth during the war years
At our July First festivities three cheers
They held a Tug 'O War
Police and Fire to the fore
At times life is like a Tug 'O War it appears
Tug of War
the three and four-year-olds had a terrific time
playing tug of war with a rope
all of them trying to help their friends
pulling a variety of directions
no matter what team they were on
hilarious to watch
I love the people
that know i can do the things
that i never thought i could
I love the people
who know the words
i never say
I Iove the people
that feel
because i felt
and all the rest just ghosts
that tug as i walk by
Life is a game of chance,
between two worlds,
Reality and imagination,
between two paths,
of existing and Legacy.
Life is a game of Tug of War,
between Life and Death,
Living and Dying,
Coming and Going,
and you are the rope.
Driven mad by all this pulling-
Tearing me limb from limb!
Who do you think you are fooling?
Ah, this feeling- great and grim!
Grieving Goddess fits the bodice,
And embodies my Despair.
At this Tug of War- am no novice...
(Oh! All the Hurt I can't repair!)
Took A Tug
Then there was the time that I took a tug
On rug I did lay down on and had to hug
My rug was best;
Better than the rest,
Even under mine had found biggest bug.
Amazing what bugs can find these days;
None of them deserving any praise.
Jim Horn
A Gentle Tug
I wait for you to gently peek at me
As you begin to rise above the earth
And lift your glowing face for all to see
A perfect orb to grace the indigo sky
Through eons of ages you've guided us by
I sit and gaze at you from upon my rug
Your beauty gives my heart a gentle tug
Magnetic bliss tug along spine
All nodes within form dance
Our mind-body becomes divine
Love with love in parlance
We’re centred in the void
Blissful and overjoyed
Heart pure and unalloyed
Lingering love hug
Magnetic bliss tug
02-November-2021
Quietus
He tugs dad this way
He tugs mom that way
They forget he is there
And quarrel with each other ...
Driven to distraction
They speak freely, candidly, even brutally
Their son learns that marriage is not always a bed of roses
And that they love him -- and each other -- more than ever
My body is like the rope
in the game of tug of war
Death pulls hard
to bring me into the
bright light
Life pulls hard
to keep me in
it's dark hole.
Death's strength grows
with each passing day
Life can no longer
hold onto the rope
The game is over
Death wins
At last the sweet
smell of victory.
Form:
The face undergoes gradual change
Time cannot affect the orange
Time lashes our body in its chains
The child at the bottom sees and smiles
He dreams along for miles and miles
All through our life the tug of war remains
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5/9/16 - One and One – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Love is a giant jigsaw puzzle.
...Or...Love is a battlefield.
An endless battle between Men and Women.
I know now that I know nothing..
A simple opinion can have catastrophic consequences..
Do I look fat in this dress?
Truth and reality are not always the best answer.
No matter what happens in life..
Men want women...women desire men.
Life is a tug of war,
Between right and wrong,
Justice and injustice,
Truthfulness and falsehood,
In life's trying pathways,
We are faced with the choice,
Between two contrasting options,
We should have the courage,
To choose one of them,
That can fit into our mindset,
To lead a victorious life,
In the tug of war that is life,
Amidst the conflicting forces,
That confront modern livelihood.
it is a sweet ringing in my ears
a song a melody resounding Psalms
there is a tug and embrace
and a warm feeling in my heart
there is a breath of fresh air
flowing through my nostrils
must be sweet God in Jesus
His Holy Spirit keeps
coming to me I can feel it
Oh!
O
My, my, my
I hear I feel so a quiet tug of love
Glory
Hallelujah
1/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Tug and pull
Spit and spat.
The battle lines
Have been drawn.
This war will be over.
Before the next dawn.
“Stop!”, She shrieks
Loud and eerie
Her eyes full of tears
And very bleary.
How can I choose a side.
How can I fight in a war,
I did not start.
Each side
A worthy cause.
The narration of each story.
Make you swing from side to side.
Stop! This battle can’t be won.
I declare each side wins.
All be it by half.
the sky an ocean of Forget Me Nots,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds move down stream
grassy field of red spice cinnamon hots
dream of pleasure indulges in single malt
of her big eyes. watch a half smile linger
a wink of sun glare, tighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the amber they bolt
4/17/2020
just musing
Push-Pull leaders
demand your gripe
at either end of their
hangman's rope
Your willing hoist
of their own petard,
the Devil's foist
of his own retard.
"retard" in this sense="delay," as in delaying tactics.
1John 5:19.
Luke 4:5-8.
John 17:14-16.
Daniel 2:44,45.
"For tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them to the moon"
Hamlet.
The force that pulls me out is here
It’s been here – all along
The force that pulls me in is weak.
The need to be pulled out is strong
So strong, there’s no denying
The force that pulls me in is weak.
But however strong
However willing
However it’s been here
I’m scared to be pulled out.
For the reason the force that pulling me out is strong is weak
For the reason the force that pulling me in is weak is strong
One way or another – it’s been a tug of war waiting to be over.