Best Dedicationtime Poems
Where modern Gladiators go to collide
Like solders in prison these warriors ride
Mono el mono this is how they believe
No smoking mirrors or tricks up their sleeve
Guillotine, arm bars and rear naked chokes
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu certainly isn’t no joke
Royce Gracie changed Mixed Martial Arts
“The Natural” Randy Couture, man what a heart!
Many men have risen and many have fell
To the powerful striking of Chuck Liddell
Ken Shamrock is a warrior who deserves his fame
At UFC 100 Mark Coleman proved he still has game
Big time wrestler Brock Lesnar proved he is no joke
As Anderson Silva continues making fools out of folk
Lyoto Machida is now a champion again
Along with the true Prodigy B.J. Penn
Who is my favorite fighter in the UFC
Without any doubt that would be GSP
Written for Matt's Contest
Started within 30 seconds
written in about 30 minutes
(I had to look up how to
spell a lot of the words)
Actual writing time was about
5 minutes
In Honor Of Georges St.Pierre
Excellent fighting skills
Oh to cleanse time, a different life.
A life and time when all's true smile.
Oh to cleanse time, to cleanse the slate,
to go back to a time, before pain.
Oh to cleanse time when love was new,
the beginning’s so beautiful; memories
won’t leave you.
Oh to cleanse time when you knew
the true me and, I the true you.
Oh to cleanse time, before chemicals
addiction; oh reason to celebrate with
just smiles you re using.
Oh to cleanse time, when free not a,
dream. A time for life, a life's new
meaning.
My time being cleansed, a voice on
the line. A time to cleanse the lonely,
leave lonely behind.
Tess...
...inspired by 'The Traveller' by W.H. Auden
The shadows from his younger days shake his resolve,
and make a mockery of time 'til time be lost
to moments of bewilderment, ne'er to evolve,
they bounce and bluster errantly, much to his cost.
Shades and silences, outbursts of ungoverned rage,
cruelty breeds rancor, e'en in the meek at heart,
kept and restricted, like a creature in a cage,
no literature for him, gentility or art.
Dissimulation, trickery and guile he plies
as tools to engineer his self-preservation,
he tells quaint versions of the truth, and bald-faced lies,
so's to avoid the whip and recrimination.
Childhood should be the nursery of hope and mirth,
not fear and perturbation, for the budding soul,
a testament to love, where supplicants may dwell;
not tyranny or willfulness, a wayward goal,
shun darkness, disillusionment from God's green earth,
cast demons, evildoers to the depths of hell!
Come sing the ballad of the fox and the rabbit
A song so in the spirit of Christmas
It is a dark forest they inhabit
Hunger had made the fox ravenous
She trapped the rabbit in her snare
Her teeth bared she was about to spring
The rabbit knew the time was near
Just then from the starlit sky they heard a ting-a-ling
Snowflakes form Santa’s sledge fell on the fox
She heard the bells jingle and music flow
Behind the rabbit she saw the tiny gift box
And the burrow with fairy lights aglow
The sly fox slowly bowed her head
The Christmas spirit curbed her hunger
She let the rabbit go instead
And with happiness her heart grew younger
The predator turned saviour
And took the rabbit home
Her red coat shone with all the splendour
For the time to love and share had come
So! You think you're ready to ’Bowl’ with the ‘Big Dogs?’
You think you got what it takes to hang?
This is no place to be if you are ’Weak of Lung’
or suffering from a chronic case of ’Crap-4-Brains’
We’re Real Live, Big Time, Home Grown, Hard Core
‘Bowlers’ around here Pal. So have no doubt.
Welcome to ‘Bowling - 101’
Once we’re finished with you, you'll know what
“BOWL CALL”
is really all about.
Having your act together tends to pay.
As a Bellowing ‘Bowl Call’
can occur at any time of the night or day
When this happens, Do Not Panic!
Do Not Dilly - Dally - Dawdle or Delay
Just calmly drop what (or who) you're doing, and
report for ‘Bowling Duty’ straight away.
Arriving late for an ‘Official Bowl Call’
is considered a blatant ‘Party Foul’
Penalties run very high indeed. A first offense carries a mandatory surrender of your
bowl and the immediate confiscation of your weed.
Rookie maneuvers, followed by feeble excuses will not be tolerated,
So make no mistake! We smoke our brains out around here,
but only until we’re lightly toasted. It’s the Brownies that keep getting baked.
So this is it Pal, step up, smoke down.
It’s not as harsh as it seems.
This is your chance to live every Bowler - Wanna - Be’s Wet-Bowling-Dream.’
So the next time you're just kicking it with your favorite
‘Kind Bud’ and a familiar ‘Bowl Call’ echoes thru your chronic haze...
You’ll think of the years of dedication and practice and how you’re still so amazed.
‘Junior Bowlers’ from all around will hear of your early ‘Bowl Calling Daze’
and how high that it pays…
to be a ‘Bowling Icon’ as you keep Rolling Bluntly,
through your ‘Remaining Bowling Daze’
Loreen Parke
November 11 2003
Written for and dedicated to my friend 'Tiny' who originated the very first Bowl Call
Many times we have taken this trip,
you just loved riding in the car,
it was your joy every time,
never seen a dog so happy,
as you were.
You touched my heart
in so many way,
as few dogs
ever did.
You were my best friend
and pal, you know that
don't you, if i even need
to ask.
You were such a pleasure,
I'm so proud to be your
owner and friend,
you warmed my heart,
more than once.
I never had to scold you
for anything you were so
well behaved at the vet,
as you were elsewhere.
Now today we are
taking our last ride
to the vets and the
tears are blinding me.
The hurt is more than
any one should bare,
hearts are broken
when moments like
this happen.
Knowing I'm doing
right thing, does not help,
someone needs to
tell my heart.
Spending time with you,
remembering many happy
days we had together, is
now about to end.
A little quite time with you
looking at your most
beautiful eyes and those
ears, so pointed, such a
wonderful friend you
have been to me.
As the vet comes in
to do what must be
done, I hug you
saying how much I
love you and not wanting
to let go, but knowing
I must.
Hearing your breathing
slowing down and life
leaving your beautiful
precious body, I shed
one more tear.
Spending a little more
time with you, saying
one more last goodbye,
knowing you can't hear me.
I leave the vets and go home,
knowing you won't be there,
the hurt starts all over again,
knowing this house will never
be the same again.
wrote 4-4-11
Remembering the last time that Murphy and i went to the vets. after doing it many times and
always taking him again.
I had him put to sleep March 3, 2010
Form:
From the first time we met,
to the first time we touched.
From the first time we kissed,
to the first time we hugged.
From when you met my dad,
to when I met your mom.
From when you said "I love you",
to the first time I said "I love you too".
From when you first kneeled down,
to when I said I do.
From when we went on our honey moon
To when we came back home.
I realized I always have you,
just like you have me too.
I never want to let you go,
but I think that you should know.
I'll always be your trusted friend,
wife and much much more.
From when we first met,
to when we'll last be together
now and forever.....
90 Floors up.
Lazy just another day at work
But now is my time.
But together with her for lunch
No time to ask why.
My lovely dreamt of beautiful girl
From the blue sky a death.
Given time I will give her everything
Everything now but as dust.
Such dreams and plans I have for tomorrow
Dedicated to the lost in New York 2001
Form:
Another member gone form our midst'
Without any doubt, he will truly be missed.
Not only because of the job he did,
But-more importantly-for the life he lived.
With his bright smile or little joke,
His life has blessed a lot of folks.
He has given us memories which time can't erase,
And no one can ever take his place.
Many were there to say goodbye;
There were many tears in many eyes.
Now we must strive to comfort each other,
As we take time to mourn our brother.
Our strength will come from God above,
Who will surround and comfort us with His love.
Let each of us seek Him in our own unique way,
And ask Him to guide us through each new day.
So as our lives go on, we'll stop and say a prayer,
And let others around us know that we care'
Let us take time to share the way we feel;
Be open- be loving--be honest- be real.
Someday our sorrow will be passed,
And peace will flood our hearts at last.
With God's Grace, we'll preserve till the end.
In Honor of our loved one, family member, and friend.
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
January 2002
After all this time of being on my own
I’ve been going through things
Over and over again in my mind
And I keep wondering
If there was anything
that I could’ve done
To prevent everything
From going so wrong
So that I could’ve turned
things back around
Because I thought you were the one
And that’s why I kept holding on
But after all this time
That has come and gone
I had to learn
How to get back up again
After falling down so many times
And hurting like I had been
But you know one thing that it has done
After getting through all the confusion
It has made me a stronger person
And if I do have to spend the rest of my life
Being on my own and all alone
Without anyone else around
I know in my mind that I’ll be just fine
Because at least I can say
that I was able to love someone
Completely and more deeply
then I had ever loved anyone