Short Upping Poems
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I got a dog, so he got a cat.
I got a bird. He got a rat.
I got a snake. He got a gnat.
I got a tiger. He called me a brat.
And the tiger ate him. So what do you think of that?
A competitive poet with ego galore
is always "one upping" to even some score.
They disguise their sarcasm in metaphors.
Most of the time I politely ignore as
no one needs a poetry war.
Rise up downtrodden,
resurrecting from the ashes,
upping dreams forgotten,
incarnate you flesh rotten,
for with misfortune you have been smotten,
from the valley up the mountain,
from warming benches to become a captain.
By Luckson Mupakamiso
I like the words “you’re welcome”
they used to be heard in cafes, diners, and buffets.
This phrase is rarely heard any more.
“You’re welcome” has been savagely replaced by “no problem”.
No problem sounds arrogant to me.
It feels like they did not genuinely appreciate my thank you.
It sounds like they are “one upping” me.
I sure do miss “you’re welcome”
which sounded like they appreciated my appreciation.
Three plump old biddy birds full of birdseed and whey
Sat on a limb spreading gossip and rumors that day
I heard she did this and he did that said Mrs. McVey.
They all had a story, about things crazy and gray.
One-upping each other on this nonsensical Tuesday.
Surely you have something better to do cawed a blue jay.
They took out their sling shots and forced him away.
I never should have married that fool said Mrs. McVey
As far..As well? or wherever they are.? Semantics
About Semites..To me just are.' Abreham begat
Ishmael and Issac...Both semites..Got me? So far?
S'wot i think.? Should i stop short of the brink.
.? So no need for a face off, or a great
Confusing stink.' War is not the way.' Why
Shed prescious blood.? When the waters of Life
Invite you to drink.. To a new life, where joy's
Will Calls all' just let your spirit go into the pink.'
A monk with no God
Like a ship with no sail
Shipwrecked and broken
And destined to fail
Seeking some guidance
From all those around
Missing devotion
The speed of His sound
Searching for purpose
Direction required
Love everlasting
Is making him tired
Tired of the fighting
And weary of war
Fate of his people
Are upping the score
A monk with no God
Is a man without vision
Shipwrecked and broken
All alone in his mission
Auto battery.
Clicking.
Depleted energy.
Feeling grumpy, harried,
Impatiently jump-start Kia.
Leave Mom’s neighborhood.
Octagonal, purely quintessential red sign taunts.
Upping velocity, willfulness exacerbated, you zoom…
Yikes!
Extraneous white vehicle (undercover) trumpets sirens.
Realization quickens… Pegged!
Officer notes makeshift license knowingly.
Jail imbues hastily.
Gaining freedom – eight-thousand dollars cash.
Busted again.
Some con men blew smoke
Trusting it was adequate
Vulnerable and uncertain
We gambled from the same stack
For the beauty of your game
Men with no tells flat line their hearts
For a better chance in spades
Calling our bluffs, upping the ante
Some will fold, others will match
We have seen each others faces
Our cards presented on the table
Laden with truth, sobering
Round tables offered many suitors
I complement it, a ring of surprise
For your hand, your love, I am all in