Blow for Blow They Matched Each Other
Blow for blow,
they matched each other.
Neither would fall to the other.
In the eyes of the crowd,
they were this.
Equal.
By Sef Daystrom
I’m Yours, But Used More By Others
I belong to you, but am used more by others.
What am I?
Your name. It could also be your phone number.
Bird Flying Over the Ocean
When a bird flies over the ocean a part of the body touches the water but doesn’t get wet. What part is it?
The shadow
A Head, One Arm and Round Bottom
What has a head, one arm, one leg and a round bottom?
A handicapped parking sign.
The Most Precious Commodity
What is the most precious commodity?
That which when needed seemingly is never enough,
Yet otherwise can be boringly plentiful.
While waking is oft dreamt of,
Whilst pining can scarcely be thought of.
For beings, is allotted in finite but indefinite quantity.
The more that’s given, the more is wasted.
Freedom is akin though this is something more simple,
Not related to virtue or sin.
Unless perhaps, without freedom, or its limit.
What is it?
Time.
(Thanks for submitting this one Duke)
Waiting For a Man To Die
I cannot be other than what I am
Until the man who made me dies
Power and glory will fall to me finally
Only when he last closes his eyes.
A prince.