Those with a culinary masterplan
Know go for neon glow talisman
Spick & span with fancy dan elan
Wooing doing the cooing can-can
Riot on a diet expands my lifespan
Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan
Doorman to sly new world deadpan
For sushi like John Belushi a madman
Oodles of noodles like silky doodles
Caveman craved calming ramen amen
In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu
From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor
Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu
Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven
Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11
Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken
Remembers glory of flaming embers story
Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi
Detect such respect in every single aspect
Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran
No also ran but our number one suspect
Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe
Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan
I’m as pragmatic as a lemming
The most important day I missed
Stayed in my hole cause it was raining
Didn’t want my destiny to meet
And probably she thought the same
Had mixed me for another one
Who craved to get his lemming fame
Like other lemmings also ran
Towards the beauties of blue sea
Each tried to keep up with a horde
But they’re no different from me
As from the other beasts I heard.
What is a man,
Who can tell,
A master plan,
An empty shell,
A force of good,
A source of bad,
A thought he should,
A wish he had,
A volunteer,
To help us out,
Should we appear,
To be in doubt,
Or set us free,
To leave the nest,
If liberty,
Will serve us best,
And should he fold,
For lack of pay,
And then behold,
A brighter day.
He stops to think,
And then reflect,
Upon the brink,
Of circumspect,
What is a man,
But flesh and bone,
An also-ran,
Who died alone,
Or Superman,
Who won the peace,
To make the man,
A masterpiece.
Where fire’s rage
no flame unfanned
The cinch retightened
no also ran
As horns go silent
the gate is dropped
On victory’s path
his legend cropped
Unbridled passion
distraction flees
A trophy hails
as reins go free
The end in sight
where roses wait
Ablaze in glory
— outrunning fate
(Paris Kentucky: June, 1986)
Your sultry sensual look I still embrace
As I think of those mesmerizing violet eyes,
My heart then quickens and starts to race,
If only you knew what you still do to me.
Whose fault was it that sad sad night,
When you spoke those unjust words,
Was it meant for me to run away in fright,
If you only knew, how much I still love you.
Maybe it was me, or perhaps it was you began
An argument that was bitter, that left me mad,
But know that when you ran away, I also ran,
If you only knew that I could never forget you.
You dazzled me, with your graceful, swan like neck,
Frolicked with your cleavage, your creamy breasts,
Rising and falling, knowing I desired, needed you,
If only you knew that you were the soul of my heart.
I ran after you to catch you, but I was too late,
The rain was pouring you tripped, hit your head,
I picked up your lifeless body, it was your fate,
If only you knew your death was the end of me.
Written for Silent One's contest
However Not Entered as the stipulated number of poems was met.
I am but one now, and not another prior
Never before have I trodden this path
Never before have I lived this hour
I need not do the history or the math
If my history consisted of endless days
If my distant past revealed a different me
I'd be, not human, but divine and amazed
I would not need a savior to set me free
My purpose, built-in with destiny; set with attention
My future status will be far more than 'An also ran'
My origin was formed with precision and intention
Moreover, my past was not happenstance but planned
To a past that never was will I not CLING
My existence is not a multiple-choice test
Never upon a fantasy will I place my being
But upon much surer promises, I will rest
So, with certainty, I CLING to the image-maker
I am neither puzzled by fate nor by the lottery
I was created by one who is a promise keeper
I am nestled in the bosom of the Almighty
Am I but the stirring of a seasoned stew
The madness of a game that summer threw
Hard edge of a canyon wall at dawn
Towering above a trembling, speckled fawn
Must I be a raging lion or timid lamb
Contending for the prize of also ran
As I must outduel Winter’s feigned chagrin
Until it screams OK, all right, you win
So bear with me and kiss me as I go
And take with me the curse of bearded snow
The body houses the soul
that is its primary role
But with all of the body's demands
the poor soul is an also-ran
The measure of a man?
Does his heart expand?
Is he a man who can,
Or simply, 'An also ran?'
Is he able to understand?
Is his head above the sand?
The earth remembers
every September
The dawn of Time
fateful, sublime
Six days of Creation
singular innovations
Last is Man
land's also-ran
Lips part, mortality
whispers the earth
I have always been an Almost
Almost handsome almost ugly
almost a genius almost a fool
almost very good almost very bad
almost successful almost a failure
often an ‘also ran’
I guess most of us can tick all those boxes
I figure it’s not so bad to be an ‘almost’
better than being something you can never live up to
better to be free of someone else’s label
much better to make a goofy grin in a 2-way mirror
and wink
Never remain lazy and lose the chance
Be brisk and active to acquire success
When you just relax without any efforts
Your golden dream cannot be realized
If you remain passive with no dreams
You may come out as an also-ran man
Instead, if you move Heaven and Earth
Success will come to you by searching
Never limit your genius by surrendering
Think high and confidently enter the deal
Great rewards, you will reap definitely
Narrow not your mind by allowing fear
You win by taking steps with deep faith
Your success lies in your own hands
At times you may be standing on it
Due to its nearness, you may overlook
Giving up is an easy job that can be done
To you, now I ask, What is the use of that?
Just saying "no" and then staying damn idle
Will it bring any growth or mirth or glory?
My dear soul, take my word and think
Let us not rust by taking indefinite rest
Let us use all our faculties well to excel
Contributing usefully for World's welfare.
I have given up on the divinity of man
For in fulfillment’s race I’m an also ran
I’ve suited up, prepared to play
Sat on the bench many a day
Driven by the insanity
There was hope in sanctity
As the horsemen of my soul
Rode in search of being whole
Thundering hooves and flowing manes
Pursue their shadows in cold rains
As I sit and percolate
Struggling to meditate
1/2/2023
An Existential Curiosity
Edward Ibeh
Six months from now and it's curtains for me
I'll crash through the barrier of 88
I'll officially be old and crotchety and senile
Pablum after my morning pee
Oh for the days had no trouble getting dressed
Now I forget my darn Jockeys
Don't wanna share this bod with anyone else
Everything's become kinda floppy
Once had tight abs... now who am I kidding
The tightest my abs get now
Is when I try bending down to tie up my laces
At times feel like a pregnant cow
I grunt and strain and been known to curse
Saying bad things like, “holy heck"
Can remember those real naughty old phrases
Like “go to blazes” or “pain in the neck”
Guess six months won't make a hugh difference
I'm pretty well ready for the pasture
One thing I've noticed since reaching “maturity”
Time seems to be going a lot faster
So here's some advice for all you young'uns
Enjoy life while you still can
Before you know it, the darn jig will be up
And you'll just be an also ran
ian, rajkumar
Marriage has lots of benefits
And also serious drawbacks
A wise man at last decides
The best for him always
When you induct a soul
You must be prepared
Elaborate thinking is
Absolutely necessary
One must have the power
To withstand financially,
Emotionally and physically
Marriage is a happy burden
Morals have to be maintained
Dilemma must be shunned
Attachment must be there
Also ran marriages turn bad
Marriage adds surely children
May be an asset or a liability
If we show deepest affection
Our peace of mind is secured
Marrying to please the society
Is no doubt highly suicidal
Staying alone surely prevents
Confusion in many cases
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