Best Games Poems
And so it begins
The game of life
The dominos of love
Falling where they may
The timer activated
Fresh out of a box
Learning the rules
As we go along
No plan or ruse
No rhyme or reason
Just out for some fun
Moving game pieces
Taking turns
At winning and losing
Rising and falling
In endless succession
An ebb and flow of emotions
The tears the laughter
Riding a roller coaster
Of highs and lows
A detonated cosmic launch
Mingling interstellar orbs
Crisscrossing arcs of destiny
In a waltz of muses
Or divine intervention
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Read on air by invitation ~ September 8, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
Submitted on January 2, 2019 for contest FREE VERSE STYLE ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 5TH
Lunging forward a stab to the heart,
vitriol hurled at an unsuspecting soul.
A sarcastic word or comment, thrown in jest,
tearing flesh, leaving a gaping hole.
I was only joking, ha ha, wasn't that fun?
he says to no one.
Why are you hurt?
They're only words you know,
letters put together as one.
Intentional or not, caustic words will burn,
stinging speech cannot be unstung.
Hurtful songs, once sang, cannot be unsung.
Playing the dangerous game of sarcasm,
is like shooting words in derision.
Vitreous feelings are shattered,
only causing hurtful division.
Sarcasm is not innocent child's play,
it bites, it leaves marks, that forever may remain.
Think before you speak there are always consequences to hurtful speech!
John Derek Hamilton November 18,2015
I'm so tired of the lies
I've heard... all of these stories before...
I say...it's time to show you the door...
You're so good at... telling your lies
but, I know how to read 'tween the lines
I'm saying... God only knows
if anything you say's worth believing
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules,
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but... I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes... is deceiving
I've learned... not to trust a word you say
I can't... believe how easily you've strayed
You say don't stay up waiting for me,
You say how young hearts need to be free
I know that...wherever you go
God only knows... what you're doing!
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules...
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but... I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes ...is deceiving
Next time... don't even dream you can stay...
I don't... play all the games that you play,
It's better for me not to give in...
'cause if you stay you'll find ways to win
All that I know...is that my heart,
cannot take... any more beatings!
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules,
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but, I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes... is deceiving
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules,
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but, I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes... is deceiving
repeat chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
December 1,2019
Yo Yo Yo my name is Robin
And my poems are really rockin'
With me you can not compete
You will feel sad defeat
My writing skills can't be touched
All your words need to be flushed
Down the toilet with disgust
Listen to me you can trust
My opinion, you can't rhyme
It makes me sick everytime
Your words fail to connect
As all the ones you select
Should never be seen or heard
Your writing skills are absurd
It's useless to waste all your ink
Because your poems really STINK
I never should have let you go
You were trying to reach to me
Everything seems all messed up
And this life feels incomplete
I am asking you to share your life
Please tell me fears have subsided
Let me know if you can handle this
To give you my attention undivided
Just look inside to see me now
I am the real what is right
Larger than a physical romance
Next to you, beyond delight
I just needed a little more time
To try evening out this score
I am ready for our life together
To see what I'd missed before
You know I don't mean it literally
Because our love's never a game
I'll forever show you can trust me
Why I love you remains the same
''Reflection of two world faith's, they're [+ & -] for now, HAIL, the created who followed their rules, be 'change' in their faith that bear's silly nothings but rules & regs that [/'s not x's] = 'warmongers. Rumi kissed Grace = CHANGE"
#3
GRACE
Key Holders [-] & [+] Door Openers
RUMI
Mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
lost toss and turns while hope waits for morning,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Faults are the measures by those that implore,
while patience corrects whose worth adds timing,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
The ins and outs of worth; toiling, --encore,
a failed piece that favors one who's holding,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Past pools plus and minus the ID's score,
super balanced the pendulums swaying,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
Life game's unwinnable; Ace--Royal wars,
snake eyes, don't pass go ..., directly singing,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
When they announce the winners on All Fours,
be game change--their rules, your games to winning,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door.
in the game of life
please don’t treat me like a pawn
the next move is yours
12/29/17
Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”
He said, “It’s very difficult, but so is life.
There’s more to learn than grip and swing and rules,
Like honesty and dealing with adversity;
Then, pointing to his head, “… and how to use ALL your tools.
Play the Course… and Mother Nature…
Focus on just one shot at a time;
Try to learn from each of your mistakes;
Then, do your best to leave them behind.
These clubs will teach you more
Than our ‘man to man’ talks.
This you'll learn for yourself,
So you can “walk the walk.”
“Practice makes better, but not perfect.
And always remember what they say:
‘”Golf is not a game that we can win.
It’s just a game we play.’”
His lessons served me very well,
Took them to heart and play the game.
And life is much like a round of golf.
Despite the bad shots, I’m always glad I came.
I really am a golfer
And let me tell you why
Its only when I swing a club
I really feel alive
I really am a golfer
And take my driver out
I swing my club and hit the ball
As hard and I have might
I really and a golfer
My ball is in the rough
I swing my metal 3 real hard
To find the grass is tuff
I really am a golfer
My ball goes 50 ft.
It’s out the rough and in the sand
And buried very deep
I really am a golfer
I take my sand wedge out
I open up the face of it
And swing it with a clout
I really am a golfer
My ball is on the green
I swing the putter in an arc
With boggy on the seen
I really am a Golfer
My put goes 10ft past
I’m looking at a double
But the Green is just too fast
I really am a golfer
The balls beside the cup
I make it in the center
And my friends they call it luck
Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!
This game of golf as is this life,
Played all life, perfect still can't be,
Ever reminding of one’s wife,
Put on pedestal, upon tee,
Handicaps, roughs, bogies stay rife,
And played as if on edge of knife!
Easy to start, hard to finish,
And harder ever to master,
Followed like an unfulfilled wish,
Always one stroke from disaster,
As in life, handicaps bridge gap,
Eagles two, birdies claim one clap.
What rage be this game every age,
As many highs as there be lows,
A game ever on players grows,
Ageless be this sport in image—
To my liking a bit high brow,
Pricey clubs, carts, caddies in tow.
And if ye think you the ball drive,
Beware of game that drives you naïve,
This game of greens, good to relax,
Greener still goes envied player,
And greatest of a leveller,
Pro or novice likes it like sex.
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Reflections | 01.10.04 |
Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
There goes my ball sailin’
Into a trap, the water or the woods.
Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
You can hear me wailin’,
“Why won’t that damn ball go where it should?
Drives go right. Putts go wrong.
I shank my wedges or ‘skull’em’ long.
My golf game’s just no damn good.
I’m swingin’ too hard & lookin’ up;
As if I’ll actually see it go in the cup….
As if it ever really would.
My alignment’s too far left or right.
My ball can find the only tree or trap in sight,
Even if the shot starts out lookin’ good.
These days, I carry some special tools:
A handheld weed eater with extra spools
And a pruning saw, in case I’m in the woods.
I’ve even tried to ‘buy’ a better game.
No matter. My scores were just as lame.
Those new clubs didn’t do what they should.
Bogies & doubles...even triples... are common scores.
I very rarely get pars any more.
Believe me, I’d change it if I could.
My buddies said it must be me,
A teaching pro I should go see.
They said he’d fix my game…..if anybody could.
The pro said, “Hit some balls while I watch you.
Just set up and hit’em like you normally do.
We’ll see if I can do your game any good.”
After the first bucket of balls I hit,
He calmly said, “Take two weeks off…then quit.
Take my advice. You really should.”
Now, what really has me vexed,
I’m wondering what I’ll try next.
That pro’s advice was no damn good.
So, I struggle along with my flailin’ game;
But, strangely enough, have fun just the same,
Finding hope in rare shots that are actually good.
I know her shoelaces do not have loops
They may be used as spaghetti in soups
A girl who dreams, are tired of getting hurt
Each kiss and hug felt right, but she kept alert
Her words on paper, dreams of a better place
A frustrating feeling has participated in the game with grace
Accepting does not mean losing hope, the eagle is flying high
Her eyes were always smiling, now she whispers goodbye
24.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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When your boyfriend comes home late at night
Your chances are great that you will be in trouble
Here we go again
He stinks alcohol and vomit
// She is angry ... (how angry?) ... hysterical angry //
His explanation :
"Of course, things did not go as I planned, my dear
The beer was served in the German way, in liter mugs
I'm so sorry
There were wild conditions all night and time went so fast
The rules were simple ~ but a hard competition"
The walk of shame
(to the bathroom)
*
The head dunks, the party is definitely over
He :
"Life sucks ... stop the carousel I'm dizzy ... so dizzy"
"STOP" !
*
24.02.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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From the moment we met, he played a game
Started out telling me to guess his name
And when I asked, “Don?”
He responded, “Right on!”
This lucky guess led to more of the same
“What do you think I do for a living?”
I hesitated, had some misgivings
“Steer the space shuttle?”
Got no rebuttal
So on this roll, I felt I was winning
“Bet you a kiss you don’t know where I live”
My mind was draining faster than a sieve
“A beachfront villa?”
(The truth would kill ya)
So many guessing games I now relive
After dating three months, his wife found out
Burst into our love nest, called him a lout
Eight kids behind her
All hungry they were
Don Juan he was, but surely no space scout
If you meet a man and he asks you to guess
Take it from me and avoid this distress
He may be akin
To Rumpelstiltskin
The anger later is hard to suppress
Now I’ve learned to turn the tables on men
Asking them to “guess” again and again
My private life hid
Won’t remove the lid
And I’ve convinced some that MY name’s John Glenn
*Entry for Shadow's "Let's Have Some Fun" contest