Best Competitive Poems
We left the camp all hot and hungry.
We were on a mission.
Through cracked lips I softly asked
“Are we huntin’ or are we fishin’?”
Orders said, “Cast the bait!
Use any lures we can employ!
Get your barrels loaded fast!
We’re gonna need hounds and decoys!”
He was said to be flying high.
He was on a majestic flight.
We started on our journey upwards,
but he was somehow out of sight.
He was proving to be an interesting prey.
We looked in all kinds of places,
from mountain tops to motel rooms . . .
There weren’t any viable traces.
Isn’t it odd for these two to couple
without a purpose or a plan?
Feathers are falling heavy now . . .
It’s past August and so he ran.
We got wet but we had fun.
That bird sure took a lickin.’
I wouldn’t have enjoyed it near as much
If I’d known we were huntin’ chicken.
Down at the local health club site
Where barbells clank with muscled might
The biggest display of competitive pace
Is muscling for the closest parking space
11 September 2014
Be Competitive
Be competitive,
And also repetitive;
What a way to live.
Jim Horn
Winning every race, you just may not;
What’s important is giving all you got.
In running the race, you must never give up;
The will to go on, never let anything interrupt.
I find nothing wrong with being educated--
As long as one's education doesn't exceed one's intelligence.
Ya know what I mean Vern?
It's like putting two friendly cats in a sack,
shaking it up and dumping them out.
Each will claw and scratch to get ahead,
as they hit the ground running.
Kind of puts me in mind of life.
Everyone strives for some competitive advantage.
For some, It's formal education,
It's one thing to have it--still another to use it.
But never consider yourself the better person simply because of it.
When you make this mistake,
you have surrendered your competitive advantage
to the person who's diploma reads
School Of Hard Knocks.
I me 2
Am fiercely competitive as well
Suppose that is not so much a new
But commonality thread
That bonds us together
Surely makes us in fact human
Like string flaccidly detached from
an ailing kite
Floating slowly ebbing away on
a windless day
With NA emblazoned in bold capital
letters upon it in scarlet red hue on
the front and BS in brown on the back
Signaling another disappointing cost
truly must ensue
As failure and disappointed are
something not a new as you have
had too many
But worry not my erstwhile child as
just as well maybe in your future lie's
Where your kite is taken forth from here
upon it's whimsical journey unto a foreign
land
May just in fact be the very place it
was destined for all along
Where your message is quoted
in winning speeches everywhere
and everyone knows just who you are
Which if you are ever lucky enough
to get to visit 1 day on your travels
Be best prepared for you will be greeted
and treated like a stellar star the likes
of which never seen before
Because in essence of there only be
one true thread that binds us all the
world over
Then your word's and thoughts underpin
and thread effortlessly through the eye
of it's compass needle
And although with love refrain and heavy
heart this may not be deemed your time
and place to shine
Know that if in this particular place in
your own individual unique talent may
not well be appreciated and noticed
Go and take a look outside tonight
whilst twinkle starlight moon doth shine
And realize the world is not just 1 single
place but a multitude of different places
with countless different thoughts ideas
and oh so welcoming faces
Just waiting for the like of you to light
it up with your firework rocket bursts
and spark it into life
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
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.
Such a wonderful sight
A horse going into flight
Captured in a lens
Documenting by the writer's pen
For once a horse was used for war
And now has a prescence of peace with a score
May we continue the beauty of a horse show
Snickering at others athletic events saying 'what do you really know"
You see it is the beauty of a horse that can never cease
With its artistic message reminding us all of the word peace
Marc O'Brien Author/Poet
Conversation today took a competitive turn.
My daughter we saying she should clean something.
I talked her out of it, she only has so many hours off a week.
Why do something you don’t want to do?
She tells me that she has a mess on the floor that has been there for hours.
I tell her about my paint brushes I spilled on my art studio floor.
I walked over them and broke them so I ordered more.
How long have they been there? She asks.
Three, maybe six months.
I have candy bar wrappers under my bed, she confides.
We have canned goods under the bed dated 1997, I tell her.
I spilled pop on the carpet and left it there a week ago, she says.
Competition in flat out full mode now.
I have a family of raccoons living in my car.
By now we are laughing, getting some fun out of it.
The exterminators came In here last week and said “OOOHHHHH!” She tells me.
Our mice are running up with garbage, asking that we please use the trash cans,
I reply.
Thanks Mom, she says. “I guess I do not have to clean yet.”
Sedative for Competitive
When you became too competitive
Might need a reliable sedative
That you can always depend on
And after they are all gone
In dreamland will have to live.
Sure seems like our whole environment
is artificial now a days. A few arts here
and a few arts there.
Jim Horn
A most competitive tool is my car.
She really hates to be passed on the road.
Whether we are traveling near or far,
Passing turns her into an evil toad.
My right foot presses pedal to the floor.
Doing a hundred, or maybe a bit more.
She throws logic out the window pretty fast.
I cringe my teeth when a semi dares to pass.
Playing a game on a checkered board
No need for armor and sword
Only a decisive mind
Thoughtful strategy and enough time
Concentrating with a stare
Capturing pieces without a care
Characters used straight out from mid evil books
A knight making hops and hooks
There is a castle that is called a rook
Without a ‘c’ they watch from the tower having a good look
Funny the Queen moves are filled with power
While the King limited probably a coward
There is a spiritual artistic depiction
Going forward is its only restriction
Always challenging ending up in an invisible tangle
Bishops slide along on a mystical angle
Finally there is the little pawn
First one to move on the battlefield lawn
Slowly stepping down then line
Clearing the path allowing the power to shine
If the mission was a success
Royals find out and are impressed
Getting to the other side
A commoner is promoted since they tried
Having this new position on attack
Puts fear in the enemy King and makes him pack
Then ends falling into a trap
Surrendering before taking a nap
Hearing two words ‘check mate’
A friendly message not having any hate
Using these figures at their finger tips
Could be a nice way to say ‘get a grip’
Has war been around this long?
Doing things basically that is wrong
Fighting battles for no reason at all
Watching neighbors and former friends fall
Centuries long ago they socialized with a game called chess
Soothing an angry attitude presenting a mess
Human emotions have not changed
Tempers still have that maturity range
Maybe we should talk about competitive aggression released in sporting peace
Giving life a new lease
Not counting the deceased
There was a buzz in the air
About Astin’s upcoming weekend affair
A Friday night match
Where Astin was such a catch
Lured in with bait
Wolves prowling looking great
But alas a mistake
A correction needed to make
Someone wanted cake
Decided to change plans to an afternoon luncheon
Wolves and Astin hiring catering for the munch on
Bags were packed at the Canary’s pad
Waiting for a downtown cab
Going to a positive place
Maybe a championship to build a successful case
When it heard
From a news worthy credible bird
Hornets did not distance themselves from the demotion third
Apparently a few glasses of Claret wine
Relaxed the stingers at the time
When the clock struck seventy three
Hornets grabbed the honey for a spot of tea
In the ball it went
After the purple and red posted it sent
One to nothing
Shutting them out which was something
Leaving the relegation decision tight
Making the next footbally month a competitive fight
Right?
When pondering the evils of Covid 19
Does anyone wonder about the number of last century?
We move so fast
The great USA with world class
Give us your tired your poor the lady inscribed
Our country is paved with gold and that was no lie
Written word was replaced with audio
And a screen having visuals that were naughty o
There once was a buggy with a horse
That disappeared when the engine was a perfect source
Soon we took flight
When Wilbur and Orville figured it out just right
This sparked imagination
And going into the space was the new world passion
Today when we were dealing with reality
Covid 19 quietly was doing the tally
A bug looking for a fight
Wiped everything out that was in sight
People have died others cried
When they have been trapped inside
America needs to put on its thinking cap
As it takes that long Covid 19 work at home nap