Best Achiever Poems
(PoetrySoup Format)
You are my reality ( a reassuring reflection )
a believer, an achiever – my expectation
secured symmetry
illuminating my imagination
- in paragraphs of poetry
( My reason to be )
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Scribbling Outside the Lines
~ Looking beyond the Ordinary ~
* Because You are my Vocabulary *
Theme for collaboration suggested by Tim Smith
Two enormous old toads crossed the road
On Tom’s back lounged Thomasina toad
Both are ugly and warty
Thomasina’s so naughty
As her bowels on his back she’d download
06-16-17
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
When Thomasina toad dumped on old Tom
He thought her poop explosion was a bomb
He hopped in the air
gave her a mean stare
shouting, "I'm not taking you home to Mom!"
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Ribbit rubbit robbit 'n ro
this crazy toad has got to go
She's turning quite mean -
Fifty shades of green
No time to chat but still does crow
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
"Why don't we do it in the road?"
Said Thomas, the old horny toad
Thomasina hissed,
"Get a load of this!"
and a "blessing" on him bestowed
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
Thomasina was on a road trip
Her taxi was Tom's back she'd grip
But she strained as she held
And her bottom expelled
So she said "I've just left you a tip"
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
Tom and Thomasina were the perfect pair
They were ancient toads without a care
He had a huge wart
She gives a mean fart
Anyone in her vicinity better beware!
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
Now Tom was an over achiever
He wanted the lady, not leave her
He sprayed his back with Scotch-Guard
and rubbed down with lots of lard
the dumper was now the receiver
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Tom gave Thomasina the boot
Got sick from the smell of her poot
told her to get lost
right after he tossed
She gave him the one finger salute
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Thomas and Thomasina loved to hear
the waterboatmen rubbing their gear
Thomas tried and started to croak
causing Thomasina to choke
you two will never get it right I fear
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
When T'sina hopped on for a ride
Old Thomas reminded his bride,
"Though you're my sweet dish,
on the road we'll get squished",
"Just do it!" was her terse reply.
WRITTEN BY CRAIG CORNISH
Thomasina and Tom a heavy load
Lingered a little too long on the road
He could have kissed her all night
shocked at the oncoming lights
Croak and ribbit was heard; two flattened toads
WRITTEN BY EVE ROPER
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06-16-17
I Am an achiever
Because the Great Achiever
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am a King, royal and great
Because the King of Kings
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am powerful mighty and sure
Because the Great I Am
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am eternal always Am
Because the Eternal God
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am co- creator of all that be
Because the Creator of all things
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am love, pure and perfect
Because the Most perfect of Love
Lives in me and I in Him
I Am a rock strong and enduring
Because the Rock of Ages
Lives in me and I in Him
When youth sets us beautifully aglow
to soar on the swift wings of a sparrow,
and altough the unknown may frighten us:
we will not stop from living out those dreams,
because we are the constant seekers
bolder than the soldiers of fortune
willing to stare in the face of events that'll follow,
be in the incognito and confront fate alone...
Our main reason for being here
is to accomplish unthinkable and amazing things;
to start where the smallest dream begins,
and make it grow by taking the giant steps of an achiever...
We should never fear the challenges that lie ahead,
but is it worth to step back and not speedly act...
imagining of the wonderful visions
of the the unseen tomorrow that
rampantly flourish inside our impatient head?
Will we fall from the flaming,crimson sky
and grope our way to a passing cloud above
with the certainty of having found love,
or will we quickly come down to earth and die?
Which one is better: being a disillusioned dreamer,
who can still dream,or a sullen-looking miser?
Our main reason for being here
is to love with grace and intensity,
and have the willingness to break down
the ugly and horrible barriers of alienation;
and finally let all thoughts flow in without diversity,
to discover who we really are...
I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core!
One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!
When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!
I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!
And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The way I see it, everyone is either an achiever or they’re not. There's no spectrum at all to this. Every single person in the world has different degrees, levels, and desires of what they want to achieve in the world and in their life. Some people want to achieve few things, some people want to achieve many things. Some people want to achieve small for the sake of simplicity in life, some people want to achieve high for the sake of success in life. Also, the true form of success in life is happiness. Moreover, nobody can always get what they want. Everybody is too different to the point that forming a general guideline as to what is worth and not worth achieving in life is completely and utterly impossible.
How sweet are the messages of affirmation,
Enhancing our self-image when we are down
Often providing reason for contemplation,
But should not be worn like a golden crown.
To give someone else a simple feel-good nod
Elevates the spirits of both giver and receiver,
Now and then, everyone deserves that laud
Being noticed for being a creative achiever.
Affirmation gives a special boost to the poet
For most poets are their own harshest critics,
And if we do not give them the praise of merit
How can they know we appreciate their lyrics?
When we feel good about a poem, let’s share it
For we all hope our works will a notice inherit.
Written July 19, 2022
Jesus speaks here with conviction
showing that believing in Him will do
works that Jesus did while on earth
for He is the almighty God ever true
Being filled by God's holy spirit
the comforter empowers the believer
to be the evidence showing Jesus
to prove believing be the achiever
God assures to the believing heart
you can ask anything in my name
whatever God's put on their heart
that will be accomplished for your claim
The purpose of all this is divine
so, God, the father be glorified in His son
for His promise is to the soul believing
that their request is His will be done
Hold on to this promise believing friend
believe deep down all this in your heart
that God's perfect love knows no bounds
seeking out your good in no small part
(John 14: 12-13
"Amen, amen I say to you, whoever believes in me will do the works that I do, and will do greater ones than these because I am going to the Father. And whatever you ask in my name, I will do, so that the Father will be glorified in the Son.)
A pair of monolid eyes, and I’m academically enlightened.
As if I’m some talented prodigy on his way to an Ivy League.
Able to quickly solve problems without ever breaking a sweat.
Absolutely - perfect - in every single subject I decide to take on.
Always an A+, an automated Asian-American achiever android
As an unwilling recipient of a C in Algebra 2, I really disagree.
Before you chant “Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!”,
Consider the billions of Asians who are never working in STEM.
Division homework I can handle, algebraic functions, not so much.
Even with A’s in Geometry last year, my EOC score was only a two.
For every decent grade I earn, is a test I end up completely bombing.
Good student, yes. But “perfect student?” Not in this lifetime, I am.
The worst feeling in the world is falling so far behind these expectations.
Often, it seems like I’m sinking in an ocean of questions left unanswered.
The water filling up my lungs is all the pressure I have to endure each day.
The air I’m losing more and more of is the confusion and frustration I face.
It’s all too much to bear; not living up to this idea of what I’m supposed to be.
Sometimes, I wish I was one of those geeky cliches, non-Asians think of us as.
So no, Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Columbia, Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth,
and Penn are not camping outside my door with a full-ride in their hands.
I don’t know how to graph cubic or polynomial functions to save my life.
Complex solutions and complicated rational functions have accurate names.
And shoutout to Chemistry, where my mathematical issues have extended to.
I still don’t get what those equations have to do with elements and formulas.
Truthfully, I’m just not the model minority stereotype people think I am.
I have many strengths and lots of weaknesses, just like everyone else.
I’m not special. I’m hardly the greatest mind this school has ever seen.
Am I thrilled about it? Heck no. If only I was good at Math and Science.
But what’s the use in lamenting? All I can do to change that is to improve.
Inside, I know I’m very smart. Not perfect at all. But still smart nonetheless.
Years from now, I’ll realize that, even with all my flaws, I am good enough.
And no matter how much I fit into a stereotype, the truth is all that matters
Attention Defeceit Hyperactive Disorder
Split the letters out of the words
You get ADHD out of them
Let's take a closer look
Find out another meaning
To the condition.
A is for achiever
Accomplishments with honors
Passing with flying colors
A confident being with *****.
D is for diligent
Quick on your feet
Sharp as a tack
Ready for the challenge
To take on tasks
And complete them right away.
H is for hope
Keeping the faith
Looking at the bright side
Turn things around
Hanging onto your dreams
Working to make them true.
D is for dynamic
A real go-getter
You get back up
When you fall
Not taking no
For an answer.
ADHD
ADD
AHD
DHD
HD
D
A
No matter how you spell it
Nor how you may look at it
It has many meanings
You take a closer look
And play around with the words.
She’s my little Diva
An over achiever
Will debate till you believe her
She’s strong willed
Not easily thrilled
Tells you exactly how she feels
She’s a mini me
Quite a beauty
Filled with desire and creativity
She loves fashion
Shops with passion
Won’t leave till she’s matching
She’s my little Diva
Saen; my hearts keeper
My love for her runs deeper
Lay
When I think of what I’m worth
I think of nothing more than dirt
I think of how small our world is
And how we mean nothing, nothing ever did
Emotions, real as they seem are only just
What our complex brains conjure up for us
To make us feel we have a purpose
As humans, we crave being more than worthless
So we turn to “success” and “future goals”
And pursue them, think we’re playing roles
In the bigger picture, and we get this idea
That what we do matters, even after we’re here
But all that’s just our own foolish belief
A reassuring overused source of relief
I think to myself, why not just live for ME?
Because when I rot in the ground I will NOT stop to think
About how I “achieved” going through schools
And living how THEY want me to, followed rules
I gave up what I wanted to be an “achiever”
I changed how I felt to be a “believer”
I gave up myself to fit in with the crowd
I quieted myself, I didn’t live loud
So, what may I ask is our point in all things?
Well most people say “What the future brings.”
So I go through my school and get a great job
And earn all this money, become a rich slob
I start my own business, and run it for life
Then I lay down one day, and BOOM, I die
And a hundred years later, a new generation
New people and thoughts controlling the nation
Will anyone ever think back to my life
And say what I did was all fun and all right?
No, hopefully not, because by then
They’ll be living for LIFE, not to fit in
They’ll be out there just living, not sitting in school
They realize life doesn’t matter, and neither do rules
So while we’re all here, and life’s in our lungs
We can live it to the fullest and even die young
Because in the end we just live ‘till we die
We have time in between, there’s no reason why
So we can do what we want with what time we have
Knowing in the end, nothing will last
Nothing will matter, no one will care
Think about it, we’re only here to be “there”
We are just in existence, nothing more, nothing else
Nothing ever matters, what we said, what we felt
Because all that we’re doing is living our lives
In simplest form, we’re here to survive
Think about the big picture, what do we mean?
Nothing, at all. Our thoughts and our dreams
At the end of the day, as I rot in my grave
My lifetime rots with me and nothing is saved.
I Am Success
Indeed, I Am Blessed
Inside and Out
I Am Beautiful.
I Am an Achiever
Most Definitely a Believer
in the Most High God.
I Dream Big
I See Far
I Know MY Destiny Awaits
I Am Wisdom
I Am Knowledge
My Experiences are named Pain
My Yesterday's were filled with Rain
BUT
An Eternity with my Savior is what I will Gain.
this roads i walk are hurting my feet,
i get home. i take my shoes off. i lie down.
i wake every morning wishing and hoping.
But guess what, this roads am walking them again.
It's a tragedy how my suffering is projected.
For the whole world to see. yes, they do feel sorry.
But i was a woken monster cursed to sleep.
Now am an achiever sent to a prison.
this roads i walk, are, hurting. My feet.
take a walk with me, but be scared, i can walk you for 100% your life.
aah, my feet. this roads i walk, are hurting. My feet.
You were asked, then you agreed, to walk with me.
my name is knowledge, for you those who don't understand poetry.
look up, am the beautiful sky that you see at night. now all am asking you,
is to come with me.
this roads, my feet and you.
walk with me. i grow everyday, in you.
one day when am really grown up, you will be among
the stars. like i said; this roads, my feet and you.
am just like purity, am really good to the young,
but taste better for the old.
am not the Nazi, or the Ku klux klan. i take all.
am free. Use me. Take advantage of me for all i care.
am black, am power. am magic.
i move mountains of stupidity, am the king.
Am the word, the power, am knowledge. But.
this roads i walk, are hurting my feet.
nourish me, let me grow in you. so i get stronger.
then i can grow as we walk this roads i walk.
that are hurting my feet. cause i get weak.
get me shoes, yes, this roads, if you walk with me,
you'll be among the stars.
word, know, slow down. take time. this roads.
my feet hurt. word. not animore. know. we'll succeed.
we have roads to walk, bear with me, i get weak. so.
nourish me, let me grow in you.
Control of breathing is quite complex
And if you really check the specs
You find all kinds of balances and checks
Within the medulla, cells playing their role
The DRG, inspirational control
Using cyclic neurons for their goal.
Actions potentials from the DRG
These cells are cyclic and fire intermittently.
Then muscle contract to the best of their ability.
To the external intercostals and diaphragm they talk
And these muscles, at the neurons’ stalk
Follow orders and they do not balk.
And when they stop, the muscles relax.
Air is forced out as muscle slacks.
Volume decreases and Boyle’s Law acts.
So breathing in costs ATP
That means the use of energy
But calm expiration? It’s just free.
But when you need to force air out
Or at something, really shout
The VRG is what it’s all about.
It talks to abdominal muscles as well
As internal intercostals to make pressure swell
And air in the lungs can no longer dwell.
The Apneustic center in the pons is a source
Of a center dealing with force
Of an inspiration’s course.
The pneumotaxic center deals with duration
And both centers talk to each medullary station
And help regulate breathing condition.
The limbic system has some sway
In breathing fast or slow at bay
More than most realize, an important say.
And the hypothalamus, always of import
With its influence never falls short
In aiding ventilation, it lends its support.
For other than limbic, it deals with fever
When it tips the temperature lever
And makes ventilation a greater achiever.
Lastly there’s the cortex of the brain,
Whose job most think, is always to reign.
But when it comes to breathing, it is quite plain.
You can’t stop breathing by your will.
The lower centers always still
Make breathing a reflex, cortex input almost nil.
And just what drives this reflex to ventilate?
From where does the need originate?
From the chemoreceptors, it does emanate.
Receptors monitoring proton concentration.
Then messages sent without cessation
To the brainstem for increasing ventilation.
And hydrogen ions, where are they from?
Carbon dioxide and water, voila, they come.
The magic formula, carbonic acid does succumb.