Best Everyone Wins Poems
Two little sparks
enlightening the dark
(tidal waves tugging on the heart)
One named Amelia, the other Aurora:
Completing the scenery --- fauna and flora.
But Borealis, she has no stake in the matter,
for she is just a melancholy rainbow
in comparison --- to the flames that ignite
your very being ... all the while you take pleasure in the heat,
being warmed by their joy and curiosity.
Go ahead and draw lines in the sand
(they will jump over them with glee)
And simultaneously have you giggling
at their tenacity.
Two little sparks
through the woods they embark
(one look at their eyes --- and there goes my heart)
Playing hide 'n' seek with the two of them
they disappear (and re-appear) just like fireflies in June.
Dotting the intrepid pathways like sparkles, like magic.
(the fact they'll one day grow up ... it's rather tragic)
Why can't they stay little forever and touch the ceiling
by riding on my shoulders?
Why not stay brittle so I can be protective --- instead like all things
you must grow older.
For now though Oh for now!
It's nothing but a pipe-dream
in the wakefulness of day.
Youthful energy can't be contained
much like quarantine flame.
(and between you and me
that's an accurate analogy)
Between these two firebrands -
who could dare understand
what it means to be an uncle
... with the capriciousness of "one of the gang",
and the loving care of a parent.
And who could dare contemplate
this here man's tragic fate:
living next door to the both of them
with no fire blanket.
One's not even walking (the other barely talking)
And while that may seem rather shocking
nieces have that power
to play with your emotions like staccato raindrops
on that big ole blue
they call the ocean.
These flames aren't dying low (not even close)
but only gaining momentum like a lightning strike in a forest:
a thousand popping pine cones re-seeding into infinity.
(And did I say divinity? That too)
They be in competition for my love
like the tug-a-war moon.
It's the kind of game where everyone wins
and it's never too soon ...
... for one more go round.
Written March 9th, 2016
For the Twin Flames Contest Hosted by Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed Second
Roses are red.
True love is rare.
My love for you is eternal
i swear.
Love is a battle.
not everyone wins.
but those who do
are freed from their sins.
Most of them don't get that far
as not everyone can jump over the wall.
All is fair in love and war.
but isn't love a war after all.
Soccer ball made from granola, dried grapes
Honey, brown sugar, oats, sunflower seeds
Almonds and chocolate chips form the ball that is fun to
Play the soccer game where everyone wins and the goalie eats the ball.
Eleven comedic players on each team want that
Soccer ball running after the tasty round thing, number 19 gets a Red card
Before the lemming, marmot, and prairie dog run
Biting a tasty crunch out of that flavorful round sphere.
Chocolatier is in competition for profit and prize with
Granolatier who in rivalry selling those two color round
Yummy soccer balls hoping the malamute doggie and
Spiky Yorkshire terrier stay off the game field and don’t eat the ball.
Soccer mom enjoys getting lots of granola soccer balls at the
Local grocery store every Saturday keeping one for herself,
One fun granola soccer ball lasts a week for driving and munching,
Accordion playing cheering moods for all biting that new soccer ball.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
There’s a new kid in town in DC
With an old and tired philosophy
To make everything free’s what she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
With a theory of life adolescent
In which everyone wins prize and a present
You should not need to work, so she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Let’s have socialism more and more
Though it’s never worked well before
But we’ll do it right this time she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
If we ban fossil fuels and air travel
And make capitalism unravel
We can live close to her as our res.
With Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
You ask: “Who is to pay for our stuff
For what’s free and we all get enough?”
Get it all from the rich, so she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
But how shall we get the wherewithal
When we’ve spent it and there’s a shortfall
We can make it on printing press says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
When the money’s worth nought to avail ya
We’ll live like Cuba and Venezuela
All as happy as Maduro and Chavez
With Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Then with no toilet paper and soap
But a liberal helping of dope
You’ll be feeling no pain in your heads
With Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Now she’s rich on the gravy train sweet
Politicians, the nouveau elite
We take care of ourselves now, she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Would you like as POTUS.: AOC
Though you might be thinking “FOC?!“ *
In a nightmare we dream in our beds
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
* FOC = FREE OF CHARGE - What did you think?!
When you are a politician, they all want you with fruition
if you were a great magician you would wave a magic wand
When you are a politician you have to watch your diction
if you want to achieve world peace you got to shake their hand
When you are a politician you are oil in a Governed wheel
if you are honest, you won't beg, borrow, nor steal
When you are a politician you honor promises, commitments
if you are successful then everyone wins in dividends
When you are a politician some do love you some do not
keep on doing what your doing, you are not Sir Lancelot
When you are a politician, work with diligence and flair
if you want a better Country then you really have to care.
Written by: Mystic Rose
for all those out there working hard to make
our Country, a better place...
TGIF
Tick tock goes the clock
Sometimes fast sometimes slow
Especially Fridays ergo
With great anticipation
The game begins
When it hits five everyone wins
Until then our minds tend to wander
In that moment of reckoning
The weekend beckoning
Of the things to explore
When we head out that door
Having just finished our last chore
Will it be fun to enjoy
Or entertainment to employ
Either way jumping with joy
There’s that sense of freedom
Coming to our life
Leaving behind work strife
A big smile or a grin
Coming my way
No more din for this day
A few beers to quench my thirst
Sleeping in is the option first
Time with my honey never a curse
Leaping children in mine arms
The substitute for alarms
Bringing their delights and charms
February 25, 2018
Contest Entry
Everyone wins a free ticket.
There's always another draw.
Some will be drawn to the next wicket,
with those who have plenty to craw.
All of them saying the draws fixed.
Still; they stay in for the hope.
None of them knowing just who's nixed
that everyone's feeling the dope.
One lucky winner to finally come.
Millions awaiting his luck.
Some saying God must have given him some.
The others too jealous to cluck.
Below the gray blah canopy
Suffering from bad attitude
and seasonal psychosis
The human race sprints
No finish line required
and Everyone wins gold
Music blaring
Bikini tops daring
Exposed guts not caring
Rooftop gogo dancer staring
At me
Ok, maybe that's vice versa
Its a poolside, post-graduate MTV Spring Break
Some of us much more "post" than others
The glaze and haze of Vegas
Sprawling in the manner built for Caesar
Decadence is the Neighborhood Watch
Where every citizen is
On patrol
On Patron
All far gone
Judgment
By them or ourselves
Left town for lent
Or excommunicated at the stake
Where loungers and readers
And tricksters and treaters
are one
Tighter than conjoined twins
playing with crazy glue in Texas heat
And the ways that used to be
And the ways we wish there were
And the ways we can rent by glass
Are included in the price of admission
Guilt not included
As everyone drops their towels
Hoping for someone to pick them up.
(9/7/13)
ROUND TRIP TICKET
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
The light appears, the march begins
Pathways strewn with virtues and sins
Fate points a finger at whom he chooses
Everyone wins, no body loses
Something for uses, lame excuses
Nobody wins, every one loses
Light is fading, running out of time
Voyage over, it’s the end of the line
Short excursion, for some, a short stay
Cost: everything, all passengers must pay
A new light appears, new march begins
Things become nothing. Nothing is things
Enter with nothing, for all, it’s the same
There’s no winner in this unending game
Cultural ownership,
disproportionately lavished upon kings,
the occasional ecopolitical queen,
white male Republican Senators,
elite corporate CEOs
overdriving inside monocultural management
feeding consumer acquisitive appetites
Leads to cultural entitlement
Elitely leads to cultural appropriation,
where I win appropriate proportions
at your loser disproportionate misfortune,
And,
sometimes to multicultural creolization,
where everyone wins Golden Rules
co-arisingly together.
“The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience". Mahatma Gandhi
“Cowardice asks the question, 'Is it safe?' Expediency asks the question, 'Is it politic?' Vanity asks the question, 'Is it popular?' But, conscience asks the question, 'Is it right?' Martin Luther King Jr.
Veins are designed for the free flow
Of blood through our bodies, and
If there are no barriers or blockages
Clogging up the pathway to and from the heart,
Every part of our bodies should thrive and live.
Obstacles can hinder blood-flow like fear blinds the conscience.
For this reason, we must allow for the free flow of the voice of
Conscience, because it is one of the ways God chooses to speak to us.
Opposing voices will surely rise to extinguish the flames of our conviction.
Notwithstanding, like a river of life, that voice must be strong and resonate.
Silence, after hearing the voice of conscience, is no longer an option.
Consequently, we should dare to listen and heed the voice of conscience.
Indifference and hate, its arch-enemies, must be courageously resisted.
Examples of Gandhi and King are inspirations for igniting major change.
Nations are born and communities thrive as mortals listen to their conscience.
Civilizations rise as good people bravely follow the dictates of their heart.
Everyone wins when children of conscience, arise and defeat tyrants.
053021PS
For weeks now a battle has been brewing,
Between The Temptress and The Sonnet Man,
About whose power of seduction can
Create the most excitement when wooing.
Proving that we know what we are doing,
We collectively came up with a plan,
Giving the final judgement to the fans,
Who have been blessed with the chance for viewing.
Concerning the perversion of the mind,
The fact remains that everyone sins.
Concerning the poetic ties that bind,
The fact remains that we could have been twins.
So, when challenged with the right words to find,
The fact remains that everyone wins.
Ladies and gentlemen of the soup,
Sara and I would love for the poets of poetry soup to judge this competition. We sincerely
believe that this was a competition that was created for the enjoyment of the writers and the
readers. We want to give the readers the "power" to decide a winner. We are serious about
this, so we would like your serious and honest feedback. Have fun with it, and let us know
who won. Thank you. In Writing-Dakarai (Doc the POET)
inhaling pure helium
the contestants were giggling
pursed their lips blew for first prize
save ozone layer from holes
shield us from the scorching sun
bubble gum chewing award
suckers and blowers unite
together everyone wins
19th October 2020
Impressions Poetry contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaude
Visual One
The babies are coming, the babies are coming
And there are enough to go 'round.
In just a few days or perhaps one short week
They will be here and we'll have our first peek
At two little strangers we already love,
Packed with great care and sent down from above.
The babies are coming, the babies are coming!
It's hard to keep feet on the ground.
Everything's ready and all set in place.
We are so eager to see each sweet face.
We're buying double the things they'll be needing
Dozens of diapers and bottles for feeding.
The babies are coming, the babies are coming!
I'm the happiest grandma to be found.
Two brand new babies to cuddle and rock.
Two little darlings to add to my flock.
I hope I'll be needed to help with the twins.
When they come in such numbers, everyone wins.
The babies are coming, the babies are coming!
Heaven assures us they are Earthward bound.
Knowing our twins will be here so soon.
I'm writing this song and composing a tune.
I hope it falls gently on their little ears
As I hold them close and call them my dears.
I'l be doubly elated when they both appear
And I tell everyone, "Yes the babies are here."
For Dane Anne's contest
I have recently seen a contest
Where everyone wins first place
It may to some seem pointless
No clear winner, in this race
But if you read each entry
And let the words digest
You'll find each one quite unique
And better than the rest
So, to the apple and the orange
I raise my glass to say
You're all Winners, to me
Especially those N/A's