Best King Of The Hill Poems
Friendships are made, friendships are broken
But the friendships here on the site
Are as strong as any that have ever existed
Unencumbered by outside influences
They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language
That of love, compassion, and joy
In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there
Amid the turmoil that exists in the world
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
They have always been part of the human condition
This desire to be king of the hill
Starts early on with childhood interaction
Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength
But their strength is usually only physical
There is also a strength of character
Which the so-called meek of the earth possess
That is stronger than physical strength
Strength of character is the strength I describe
Those that possess it often go on to great success
If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly
So let the friendships here on this site
Burn brightly with the love of the written word
The words in rhyme that communicate
A love of our fellow inhabitants
Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world
We call Earth!
Watch out, guys!
"Clap hands, clap hands,
Till father comes home,
For father's got money"
Children play a game called "King of the Hill"
"Ena, mena, mona, mite.
Pasca, laura, bona, bite.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread.
Stick, stock, stone dead"
He is great in business, real estate and entertainment
"Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady"
What are his politics and faith
"It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary"
He just talked about his D*ck size
"Rumour, rumour, pump and derry*
Prick his heart and burn his body
And send his soul to purgatory"
(*Derry means to have a strong dislike for something)
Millions of ordinary Americans support him 100%
"My Mother said, I never should
Play with the gypsies in the wood"
He says "I will be the greatest jobs presidential that God ever created."
"The fox went on a chilly night,
He prayed to the moon to give him light,
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the
Town-o, town-o, town-o,"
Donald Trump will he win or lose
"Round and round the earth is turning,
Turning always into morning,
And from morning into night"
Owner of one of the most famous commercial jet aircraft in the world is 747
................... fly free
"Glory to the newborn King,
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies "
08.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Songs & Rhymes In English
http://www.mamalisa.com
You are King of the Hill!
A full eight years done with teachers in a private school!
You are not foul-mouthed nor spoiled.
Everyone you meet, thinks the world of you, nobody recoils!
You are not going to an ordinary high school,
Where you have to apologize for being white nor step down
academically, too.
Nor will you study the destruction
of the American flag or be taught new, faux, history.
Nor is your sex a mystery, you know you are, a boy, to which I
I am ever grateful, there is no mystery!
An immense star in Little League you proved to be!
Not only for the a ball you throw at 80 miles per hour, we see.
But your amicability and friendships with many,as welcome as
fresh, Spring flowers be.
You will be no moron, Grandson, in a nutty high school.
But one of the best and brightest!
Why?
You only honor and play by God's rules.
The Bible, being your life's tool!
I miss that little boy I once held in my arms.
That's the blessing of being a Nana, who still feels your warmth..
The most blessed~experiencing her grandsons's Linfinite charms.
With all my respect and love, dearest Edward!
Nana Pangie
~Thank you for coming into my life~
Who wants to act their age?
Not me, count me out!
Who wants to be King of the Hill?
Remember that game?
It makes me quite ill.
Why can't we just be ourselves?
Instead of proving we are the best
of the bunch.
The Olympics of Poetry?
POTD, first, second, third or honorable
mention.
Do these bind us together or a cause for
separation and dissension?
I'd much rather see plain enjoyment of each
other's poetry.
Where you are you and I am me.
A poem, further should stand on it's own.
No videos, no images, just let the
poet's words roam.
Think of Poe, Shakespeare, Cummings or
Longfellow.
If their words cannot reach us on their own,
Must we find an image or video to drive the
point home?
Such is the age we live in,when
words no longer matter?
But we must, oh,we drool for an image.
To fill the void, when it's the poets
job to be the artistic master!
January 22, 2020
11am PST
Friendships are made, friendships are broken
But the friendships here on the site
Are as strong as any that have ever existed
Unencumbered by outside influences
They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language
That of love, compassion, and joy
In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there
Amid the turmoil that exists in the world
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
They have always been part of the human condition
This desire to be king of the hill
Starts early on with childhood interaction
Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength
But their strength is usually only physical
There is also a strength of character
Which the so called meek of the earth possess
That is stronger than physical strength
Strength of character is the strength I describe
Those that possess it often go on to great success
If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly
So let the friendships here on this site
Burn brightly with the love of the written word
The words in rhyme that communicate
A love of our fellow inhabitants
Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world
We call Earth!
was sitting in a crowd but felt so all alone
No communication, everyone staring at their phone
I just wanted to return to the life that I had tasted
No more electronic robots, I guess I'm technology wasted
Back to Bobbi socks and bobbi pins
Big hellos and happy grins
Culottes an pedal pushers, Friday night dances
Back seat in the drive in, teenage romances
At the amusement park in the penny arcade
Ferris wheel rides and pink lemonade
Walk hand in hand, sometimes act like a fool
Talk to each other as you carry her books home from school
Up in the balcony with your hands on her hips
New worlds to discover, lips touching lips
Yelling from the sidewalk can Jim come out to play
Riding down a hill while standing on a sleigh
Hanging from monkey bars, climb a tree in the park
Playing ball in the street until it was dark
Roasting potatoes on a campfire at night
Running and laughing while flying a kite
The smell of a bakery with bread baking at dawn
Lying in the grass, transistor radio on
Cotton candy at the County Fair
Butch wax or Brylcreem to train your hair
Flying high on a swing and then jumping down
Medicine show at the end of town
Picking blueberries for grandma's pies
Watching Old Yeller with tears in your eyes
At the drug store for a burger and shake
Skimming stones across the lake
Hot dogs and hamburgers on the old grill
Chase tag, hop scotch and King of the hill
Hang at the diner everyday after school
Meeting your friends at the community pool
Yes, take me back where talk wasn't a crime
Take me back to a simpler time
For all this complexity. I don't give a damn
Technology wasted is what I am.
Trumps Wall
He boasts
Walls he shall build
With his generals
More weapons for the King of the Hill
Sowing hate and creating
Fascist dreams
He divides and demeans all those
Who share not his vile power dreams
I have news and its foxy news too
He can have his walls, and his shiny shoes
Hate and fear will never triumph
Trumps wall will stumble and fall
There is a secret army
Hidden under his little hands and pudgy nose
This army will defeat any wall
No matter how big, and no matter how tall
These little soldiers come from here and there
They shall stand up, were sometimes adults stall
They shall make the wall
Something Trump hadn’t thought of at all
A place to rally, a place to dance
They shall write their messages with
Love and smiles, inked with paint
They shall embrace the world
Walls and all! No giant can stop them all
Notes: He (Trump) sounds a lot like a cave man I know. Ha ha
There is no such thing as racism; we are all ONE race the human race. Racism is simply hate guised under another name.
This poem is dedicated to Kids United and specifically to the song
“On Ecrit Sur Les Murs” which means “ we write on the walls “ Even if you don’t speak French or cant read at all for that matter, the video carries the message. On a completely separate note I found a spelling error in the New York Times. Oh my! LOL
I encourage all to listen to more of their songs.
There was a fussy old toad, yes; some might call him, a curmudgeon, at soul.
When his ladylove died, he took it in stride, and sought someone else to pester.
Eventually, he came to our lake, and jumped on the Troll Bridge, quite blazon.
Trouble in his eyes, he met the trolls, eye for eye, and with strength, blustered.
“I’m King of the Hill”, he spat out, ignoring the clubs and frowns… all about.
Grandpa Troll looked at the toad, and got ready to do battle, quickly…at that.
I chimed in, “They’re renters my dear. You’ll have to fight me, it’s clear. So dropout.”
“And I’m too worn out, for a silly old toad, who jumps like a gnat, now, scat.”
“I’ll have this bridge”, he said, “I’ll fight you anywhere, so be very, greatly, prepared.”
“I’m worn-out”, I said, “But battle we will. I’ll win! So look where you tread, instead.”
I said,“You challenged me first, so I’ll pick the test, you’ll play Grandpa Troll at Chess”.
Amazement filled the toads eyes, but to my surprise, he took the bait. Rather smart.
Now Grandpa Troll is a whittler. “I’ll commission your own home bridge, if he loses.”
“At the end of the lake, you’ll have a home place. If you lose, you’ll learn to whittle!”
The old toad looked me over, and with a frown, then ask, “What good is whittling?”
“You could make a chess board like no other, Toads verses Trolls, in war forever!”
He agreed that was quite a stake! And knew he couldn’t lose, the old reprobate!
Still he haggled, to strike a better bargain, and he Hee Hawed around for more.
Now, Grandpa Troll had never lost a game. Still we upped the ante, just the same.
“If you lose, I’ll build you a home bridge… if you teach the youngun’s, chess, instead.”
Now, he was sold! So off they did go, playing chess and whittling, by the seasons.
You know, I’m trying to be a writer, but the interruptions seem to always get harder!
So as you can see… With situations and things such as these …
I’ll just have to keep trying harder, and harder…
What if the world was flat will the people keep on falling?
What if god does exist would we praise or be afraid?
Why do we have imperialism is this why we play the game king of the hill?
Why is the sky is blue does it make our days brighter?
What if shooting stars do grant wishes will it give me 100 wishes?
What if there's no racism?
What if there's no more war?
What if we have peace?
What is perfect darkness?
What is perfect light?
Where do we come from?
Why do we fear?
What if college is free would we all be geniuses?
Why can't we have a cure for cancer?
Can the wild life be saved?
Will Aliens take over the world?
What if a word rhymes with orange?
Can we have a perfect president?
What if we all are insane?
Can we change the way we are?
What if art doesn't exist?
What if Poetry is dead will that mean I'll be the only Renaissance man?
Why the hell am I asking questions?
Dangers plague this shambolic world in which we live
where many seek vengeance and are not apt to forgive.
It's a never-ending cycle of accuse, battle, and defeat
at any cost, walking on a knifes edge with bloody feet.
Perpetual confrontation: nation vs. nation, combative.
Everyone is power hungry to become king of the hill,
stepping on each other as if we're bodies in a landfill.
Humanity teeters for balance before falling from a cliff.
Why doesn't anyone ask the right question..."What If?"
What if arbitrary wars ended without the need to kill?
What if no one felt the need for control and greed
and what if peace prevailed when it has been decreed?
Would the world then become a Gandhian escape,
or would wolves be disguised in a sheepskin serape?
Demented are those who enjoy watching others bleed.
Mankind does not realize the havoc it's been wreaking.
It's their terror and aggression we should be critiquing,
but I fear this selfish world will never be of one accord
until the day when humanity no longer raises a sword.
Disgraceful are immoral leaders who are self-seeking.
Death seeks a ransom, always demanding we pay more.
So, when it comes knocking, stand guard at your door
or risk falling from precipice height, the peril of a ledge.
Wagering on war is a dangerous bet no one should hedge,
for walking on a knife's edge is something we should abhor.
CM For A Leader
There lies in him lots of practical wisdom in the thoughts of the Sarawak CM.....
He knows his mind and doing his best is far reaching as he administers...
The Chief Minister admits, in his own words, Sarawak has lots of catching up to do..
In the 2 years he has been in office, there has been 50 resolutions or so..
He highlighted his hard hitting labeling of some federal policies as stupid...
And elaborated his state's latest earthshaking recognition of using English..
To him, English is a universal language of knowledge, technology and more...
He stressed the urgent need for one to look and see, to listen and hear more...
To him there lies a great difference if one were to be indifferent there...
He made his stand very clear, when extolling Sarawak for Sarawakians...
In his own words, cessation from federal is a no but autonomy is more than ok...
To appreciate the some startling changes he has initiated and implemented..
It would be an education if one were to look up on his many innovative moves..
Friends, take time to view and listen to this short video of the man behind these moves....
So as to appreciate the many startling changes he has implemented. ..
Surprisingly he omitted to mention his efforts of giving recognition...
To the Dayaks, a majority race in Sarawak, as a valid race in documentations...
A giant leap of official identity for this officially overlooked indigenous race ...
That wallowed in the danger of being lesser known than the mascot of the state..
That proud and colourful bird that lends its name to the Sarawak state...
For all Malaysians, Sarawak is the famous Land Of the Hornbill...
With CM Adenam Satem, therein lies the hope his state will be a king of the hill...
http://www.thestar.com.my/videos/2015/12/20/adenan-satem-on-the-english-language-illegal-logging-political-style-and-autonomy/
Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day.
And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said.
So we went at dusk, for our first try, so no wee ones, would be anywhere near.
For you know, Trolls can play pretty hard, and I didn’t know, just what to fear.
I quickly found a bench as home base, for those who needed to have a time out.
Anyone who couldn’t play gently, or broke anything, found they’d get the rout.
First the sandbox became a deep, dark hole, from which to pop up, to scare, thereat.
Of course, dodge ball became club ball, so you can guess what happened with that.
King of the Hill was a really big thing, since they are all, the most territorial, by half.
Surprisingly, the slide was all-OK, but trouble came from underneath, as they laughed.
They wanted to exact a toll, of course, in the middle, as you passed above, quite brief.
The merry-go-round made them dizzy, knocking everyone down, in a domino motif.
The Seesaws became a great big catapult… to the other far side of the playground.
The monkey bars! Well, they aren’t monkeys, that’s for darned certain, I expound!
They tripped, fell, and smacked themselves senseless with no ones’ help, I ensure.
It could’ve been climbed much better, if not covered in so much drool, I’m sure.
Swings became broken as they pushed the others, all the way to the moon, oops!
And basketball became a slam-dunk, as unfortunately they didn’t fit in the hoops.
Hop Scotch took coordination, and you have to be able to wait your turn, too…
So, as in tag, they started bumping and fighting, until becoming a crazy piled up dado.
Races started more fights as all wanted to win, and threw everyone out of their way!
Hearing a laugh, I turned around to see Grandpa Troll, was ready to stop the moray.
He stood near the bench, as I stood looking up, amazedly, at what they had done.
Now, there were other benches everywhere, but they were piled high, on a single one.
I’ll never truly understand the brain of a Troll, for them a playground’s just not fun.
And they don’t play gently, and are bigger, than our wee folk, as I had already known.
They spent the night, putting things to right, even better than before they’d been broke.
And I finally took them home, to find OTHER things, designed especially, for OUR folk.
He sits on a throne;
a green and mounded hill.
a velvety yellow crown
on a cat without teeth.
Waves are gently blown
on a carpet of grass,
in the palace of nature.
as if a royal envoy
brings forth a message:
"summer has come,
king Dandelion."
Watching the extinction
of the paleo
as the death
calls
them
to the crank lab or product
or the prison and psych-ward.
Those that are still here
await Jeff Foxworthy
for exploitative representation
finding
Dale on the the King of the Hill
solace.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
I turn sixty-one this year
sixty-one…hard to believe
cuz I don’t feel
a day older than
……yesterday
at twelve got me a paper route
first real job if you don’t count
picking raspberries with my sister
twelve bucks a month I owned the world
…..yesterday
at eighteen got my diploma
and an invitation to be
all that I could be…or a commie
chose to go to school get edjicated
…..yesterday
at twenty nine married the
girl of my dreams proposed after
four days..she was crazy enuf to say yes
every day a dream til she passed away
…..yesterday
at forty eight I swooned the world
rode more planes than I can count
a mover and a shaker I was
gonna be a king of the hill
…yesterday
at fifty nine laundry place
gave me a seniors discount
whispering it was our little secret
thing is I ain’t pressed for time anymore
…yesterday
at sixty one I live by the sea
own house own beach own teeth
beer in the fridge..for a rainy day
enjoy a Cuban cigar thinking about
….yesterday