Best Geared Up Poems
where the heart leads
adventures follow
daring hearts
geared up to go
enthusiasm soaring
anticipating the challenge
forging ahead with confidence
thriving on the lust for conquest
lay groundwork for elation
swooping in wholeheartedly
eager to launch each escapade
lunge and pounce with conviction
high on the taste of freedom
riding the waves of time
deriving satisfaction
biting into life
measure man against himself
alone in the universe
master of his destiny
owning his achievements
implode with passion
Published in my 24-page photo book ~DIVING IN~ 2019
Read on air by invitation ~ August 25, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (26) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on August 13, 2019
Two rivals meet after long time,
The battleground set for a thrash,
Defying age, not in their prime,
They're geared up for a summit clash;
It's a tense atmosphere down there,
Stadium filled with fired up fans,
There's great excitement in the air,
Best friends have changed to battling clans;
Combat's shifting from side to side,
Both, champions in their own right,
Every shot keeps turning the tide,
Let's see who wins this final fight;
Now, fighting for that crowning point,
Which will conclude play in action,
Game. Set. Match. What an effort joint!
Roger in tears. Eighteenth slam won.
02/15/17
(Note: This poem is about the title clash between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal in the Australian Open, 2017)
Christmas Eve Mystery
The sun had set, and it was Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa finished up and packed the sleigh;
made sure his Reindeer were geared up to go
before they'd have some time outside to play.
Now it was time to go to North Pole Park,
for there they'd snack on greens below the snow,
and run and prance to loosen up their legs
for galloping through space 'neath moonlit glow.
There, Santa rested on his favored bench;
'tween nodding, saw them romping everywhere.
However, Rudolph proudly stood on guard
beside him watching with protective care.
But soon enough, except for one, they'd fled;
whichever way they looked, none to be found!
Rudolph and Santa surely seemed upset...
yelled out each name in hopes they'd come around.
Before long, darkness fell upon the park.
Did Santa's deer come back to join the team?
Yes...every precious gift arrived on time.
'Twas only Santa's 'forty winks' bad dream!
December 10, 2018
For the Contest, "The Park Bench At Christmas",
sponsored by Sara Kendrick, based on Picture #3
All things can tempt me from picking up my pen,
but the most demanding is housework and men!
I sit at my desk, I’m all geared up to write
Son begs please wash my jeans, I need them tonight!
I grab dirty clothes, pile them in the machine -
He will hang them outdoors when they are all clean!
Son retreats to his room, soon he’s sound asleep
I’ll hang out his laundry – my writing can keep!
He bounds in the room asking ‘mum what’s for tea’
I’ll prepare a meal - then write my poetry!
NB . My son has flown the nest - fictional poem for contest
All Things Can Tempt Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
11 syllables each line
2/20/20
Abiding in God’s faithfulness*, I live for Him
Blessed to do His perfect will along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ-likeness…
Driven toward His triumph!
Ever-upheld by God’s faithfulness, I’m thankful
Freed from grip of vanities’ worthlessness
Graciously geared-up to worship Him sincerely…
Hoisted for faith-ascent!
Inspired with God’s faithfulness, I continue in His teachings
Jubilant in reaching-out to others midst constraints
Kindled for achievements, meaningfully fruitful…
Loving Him while labouring with commitment’s joy!
Moved by God’s faithfulness’ might, I press on for service-fulfillment
Nurtured to grow in His grace, led by His light
Offering myself with obedience optimized…
Persevering to do my best ways for His name’s exaltation!
*Psalm 36:5 Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.
October 8, 2018
1st Place, "LATE OCTOBER 2018..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 10/25/2018.
The Lilliputians are out playing ball
Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...
A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
'Cos the court belongs to us now
But the Lillis brace to fight back
They're all geared up inside...
The Gulls advance; the Lillis stand firm
Unsure now, the Gulls pull up short
Their mission about to abort
The Lillis have made them squirm...
The Gullivers slowly retreat
The Lillis return to their game --
The bullies ignominious defeat
Spreads the Lilliputians' name
Garrulous girls gather
Glorious and giddy
Giggling and gossiping
Geared up endearingly
Go out in groovy nights
Getting glacial but gay
Girls giving grief to guys
Syllables 42. Counted on www.howmanysyllables.com
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April 27, 2014
Form:PLEIADES
Dr. Ram Mehta
for my gentle handsome son, Keith Andrew-
The young Canadian goose was lost in flight,
Not knowing which way to turn-
Now he depended on instinct and sight,
And what he had already learned-
The clouds engulfed all his air space,
And for the skein his heart did yearn-
They were migrating north in springtime,
Towards their nesting grounds to return-
He was sure he could navigate the course,
But he really needed to see-
For now it was against time that he raced,
Hoping that soon with them all he would be-
He flew at an altitude of 3,000 feet,
the migration height that geese fly-
’but then remembered on some occasions,
they’d go up 27,000 feet in the sky!
He tried to get his bearings,
by estimating their rate of speed-
Canadian Geese cover 1,500 miles a day,
He’d have to fly faster to succeed-
KA, with courage geared up,
and charged right through the distant clouds-
He spotted black feathered necks and feet,
and heard lots honking that was loud-
His father was in the lead,
of the “V” formation that geese fly-
His mother was right behind,
Asking, “Where did he go and why?”
The young Canadian goose remained in back,
Until all of them touched the ground-
Mother emerged from the gaggle with glee,
Happy her son was found-
Mom and father were together for life-
In the geese world that’s how it goes-
Now it was KA’s time to find a mate,
He made it just in time to propose!
Space Age
Ships float up forever out
Pilots who once sailed seas find new spirit
Airborne crafts fill the air
Children grow into machines that take them away
Earth was once their only home
And now the universe in endless boundaries is theirs
Geared up for foreign playgrounds, gone in an instant
Eternity is only minutes away and just beginning there
THE GREAT BATTLESHIP
Once sailed as the lumbering hulks of the high seas
Fierce winds accompanied most of its expedition
Woozy and exhausted crews grappled the oars and crosstrees
With smoothbore and muzzle-loading guns geared up for a mission
The tall vertical spar supporting aloft the white canvas
Stretched out to catch the invisible strength of the wind
The ship’s keel watching the seabed at its vast
Emerged gradually from the water to meet the enemy lines
Whizzing salvo of the battle began off the island
Ships clashed, and soldiers engaged in a fight
Dead bodies slammed and the injured crossed to near land
Hear leaves without figs crushed to the ground
Ship ahoy! Shouted by villagers as they waited eagerly
Slowly ship emerged with the image of heavy wreckage
Wounded and exhausted crews embraced their family
Another saga of brave men printed on book’s page
The plaintive music now played on air
Tattoo beats called soldiers back to barracks
From bow to stern, ships respite from war
A short-lived fashion from majestic into rugs
For chieftains, captains, and crews laid beneath the ocean
Their remains rested in their sunken ship as their grave
Great battleships are now history and ordain
Shipwrecks underneath the sea were untouched and remained a treasure
Let in children’s cry slowly clear the fogs of war
And hail farewell to brave men who once sailed with the great battleship of all times
Posted also in voicesnet.com Poetry Site on 28 September 2009
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and you may search also your poem title there, maybe they have posted also your poem without your consent.
In the middle of the Universe, I stand
Geared up to continue our deed
And since from our native planet, we have been banned
The two of us carry on at light speed
Zirck and I traveled afar from an orb called, Quoll
Where our planet has turned cold as ice
See, we couldn’t burn any more wood, oil, or coal
Due to our leader’s fake science advice
We looked over new galaxies for what it’s worth
For a planet that could share some spare heat
That’s when we were told about planet earth
That’s not as cold as our big old ice sheet
We traveled ten light years to the Milky Way
And saw earth had lots of spaceships swarming
We had no other choice than to join the fray
To absorb some of earth’s global warming
While at once I noticed that I stopped shivering
Zirck the sharp genius, hacked a satellite
Thus we observed the news they were delivering
And heard CNN state: earth just isn’t right
We learned that the U.S. wanted to stop burning
So that I said, “Great, here we go again.”
One more planet worried about comfy warming
And we knew what they’d propose, but when?
The next thing that we heard was an urgent report
Which we figured lacked all common sense
It was: since humans ate too much beef and pork
Their ozone was failing due to flatulence
Zirck thought we should tell the naïve people on earth
That global warming is just a huge scam
Made by greedy leaders who want to tax your worth
For carbon dues, while they buy jets and scram
Remember when gazing up at the starry sky
There may be aliens in mourning
For they’ve already endured that pilfering lie
Made by their leaders about global warming.
For In the middle of the Universe, I stand contest
Naked Coffee Shock
So. It’s early Sunday morning in DC
Visiting my locale Mickey D’s
I’m not too bright about anything
Simply wanting a cup of Joe
Before I go to church
The help as usual is friendly and polite
(Some say they’re not but that’s alright)
2 ugly men walked in behind me
Clearly they were there to sin
Both had no clothes on so things went south
They were erect
(and I don’t mean posture or the building of a house)
I averted my eyes at the appropriate moment
These are hard times and getting harder
Not wanting to be party to this depravity and crime
I tried to leave but…. Never mind…
“Reach for the sky!” The nude men shouted
Then struck up a conversation
(I thought this was salacious and unkind)
So. I geared up my stronger serious mind
Became sophisticated and refined
I told them they are in the wrong place and time
Informed them the church is close to here
If they were so inclined I’d take them there
Repentance is a goodly and Godly thing
“Ridiculous!” They cried
They wanted more than a house of God
It was the apple pies they so desired
I told them they looked silly and kinda dumb
Reminded them they had no guns (obviously, they were naked)
There was no way to fake it
The only thing they threatened were some smiles
So. The manager told them there are no pies
And sizing up the situation, continued
“Can’t either of you read?”
The sign is clearly posted
“Shoes are required”
You are not properly attired
So kindly leave
All bourgeios crime disgusted Eddie, for geared-up hopefuls, interested juveniles, know learned mindful negotiators offering powerful quotations rectify suffering that underdogs valiantly weather: xanthoid yearly zings.
*I know this is more of a random sentence than a poem, but this is the hardest form I have ever come across, and I promise to write more of this type later and thus make them better. The original version of the poem is below. Which do you prefer?*
All beastly crime disgusted Eddie, for geared-up hopefuls, interested juveniles, know learned mindful negotiators offer peaceful queries resolving scrapes that uakari, victims, weathered xanthously, yearly, ziplipped.
*I personally think that it makes more sense now...*
Regal in me
As a puppet strung in a rope
I remained tying with my bloc
Ever since I opened eyes and
Knew something with laugh
Regality soaked me as a morning loaf
As other I was said to follow with hard
To be gentle boy bearing 5 kilo load
Wept tightly aborting their alert
I remained failed in my regal
Sincere morality duties and obligations
I cultured lot of bore as herbs in horticulture
Still I bore a lot of pain in my reign
Remembering how to overcome modern regal
Those heavy awful teachings of others
Always perform to the effect of jet culture
Fly over the sky at tight right
Otherwise fall and sink in sea deep to die
Regal in me awakened more or less in life
Vertical horizontal diagonal fly
A kiss in the dream some time only freed me
I am the monarch in my blew regal
Classical test modernized facial
Removed hairs from thighs and hide
Very critical to accept with fair darling
In reality I am failure to digest in my regal
Matter of cosmos and let fly thought their
Sometime geared up high high in the bright sky
Ultimately downfall from there with great havoc to die
I never boarded in super jet fly
I invented a master plan for me to reign
Let standing myself in the monarch dream
A treat of tasteful opportunity,
If I stood first in the competition to win.
I remember redden face of lass
If she happened to raise rim of frock calf high
These days in my realm I need to bear
Two parallel mounds attract the eyes.
“Just as these grains of sand can never be separated and poured again into their individual containers, so will your marriage be." Unknown
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Sand Promises
In a shrine amidst relatives and friends
We pour sands in a silver plate of our dreams
Making promises to be as one man,
Whether in wintry gales or summer beams.
As the coloured sands blend and are entwined,
We promise, with the fire as eye witness,
To pursue our life`s journey with one mind
And reach our shared destiny in finesse.
It`s a promise to build our home of love
On the rocks of trust with the sands of hope
And the flame of faith flaring from above
To guide our path when treading a tightrope.
Two folks with our souls blended and entwined
We`re now geared up in life`s journey to shine.