Best Medal Poems
The Olympic Medal
To be given a gold medal
You have to win the gold medal
To take drugs and cheat
Is winning without merit
To dishonour the olympics
Is to dishonour Yourself.
A HABITAT OF MODEL AND A MEDAL: BAHAY KUBO
Our bahay kubo*
Is an achievement
And a dream come true
For us to dwell and live
On this simple hut
Whose inspiration I’ve drawn satisfaction
Indeed: I had gotten: A model and a medal.
Why would I say this, a self-reverenge
A MODEL “coz
This is a design
Typical of a Filipino
Worldwide known as Nipa Hut*
Is amply commemorated identity as a race
It’s simple and yet it generates
Patriotism, love strength, upheavals
Unity and success
A model in itself not anymore a caricature
Of value but a realism.
Be it poor, underdeveloped
It was conceived with faith, love and peace
A place for rest and recreation
A hub for hubbies
A hide-away from the crazy world
A stop-over for a voyage
And a playground as well as a battleground
Shared for all by forebears.
And, then also, a MEDAL
More than a bronze, silver or a gold
This hut, hub or a habitat for living things
Is an achievement, an accomplishment for greatness
Which I have a strong convictions of honor
And heroism deserving of a prize, reward and a medal
It is a tremendous height of wisdom
Hot, hut model and a medal!
*bahay kubo--- small hut
*Nipa Hut---native house in the Philippines, synonym of bahay kubo
I knew you don't go in,
But I wasn't coming out.
When you're a fish in the fish bowl
Going belly up.
stand on the podium
stand up for the crowd
you gold medal coffee maker
you champion toll collector
you safety food inspector
take a bow and wave to the people
you road-line painter
you lifetime dishwasher
the national anthem plays a
glory hallelujah salute to you
you topflight tire changer
pump me up! fire ranger,
you game changer with
a new world record
you photo-finish fish filleter
scaling new heights of
perfection, golden dusted
we salute and applaude you
sausage cooker, with mustard
you gold medal floured
over-night baker
you water quality tester
we know you do your best or
why else would we be standing
here now, drinkin' you in
all smiles and elation
our hometown creation
damn! we love you!
we cheer you, we pay homage
you achieve your promise
like sports men and women
who run like a train
who rise with the sun
again, and again, and again
to test themselves
to challange their body
the mettle of their soul
we exalt, we extol,
we give a bouquet,
to those who excel and
grab gold medal victory
from the jaws of today
© Goode Guy 2012-08-06
a bit late in posting I'm afraid...
The army awarded my son a medal.
"Extraordinary heroism," they said.
They handed it to me and not to him;
My hero-son is dead.
Gold medal
Since he was a child
Would pretend he won gold
And gets his medal
Being cheered by the world
Wake up this morning
Is a young African
He puts on his old shoes
Wants to be an Olympian
Running the dirt roads
He set him self a task
Hoping to accomplish
What others dare to ask
He never went to school
To be an academic
The only dream he has
Is to go to the Olympics
He runs thru the jungle
Under the African sun
Now he standing in London
Soon his dreams will be born
It’s all about a gold medal
And the will to win
It’s like a burning fire
Athletes has within
A typical kid from Trinidad
Growing up in the sun
Watch Olympics with his father
And dream was born
Rides on the gravel roads
Thru the usine canes fields
Will only stop to change
The tires on his wheels
Rides the hills of San Fernando
To the city of Port of Spain
The back road of princess town
Then to ste Madeleine
Make the Olympic team
He was the best that night
He thinks of his mother
As he hugs his father tight
Great Britain 2012
Didn’t get the gold
But happy for a bronze
Satisfaction to his soul
We all want to win
At everything we do
But being happy
Is really up to you
Every one are born equal
But must pave their own roads
And as we continue to travel
Will carry some heavy loads
But the evil acts of other
Can fill some lives in misery
And leaves you wondering
With no focus a or destiny
I hope that all like this
Will over come their obstacles
Because we all are winners
Even if we don’t have gold medals
Hello out there, Team Canada, don't be scared.....
It's gold medal fight, that Team USA wins tonight
And the whole world knows, CROSBY BLOWS! As the puck goes down the ice.
Luongo jumps, and the Americans bump, and the Canadians show disdain...
Someone roars: "RAFALSKI SCORES!", and Team USA wins the game....
The pain and the success,
The aches and the medals,
The sweat before the shower,
Feeling weak where you once felt power.
The trips and the podiums,
The icy morns and the sunlit eves,
The strained pant before the joyous exhale,
A winning mentality to beat any fear of fail.
The disappointments and the smiles,
The sore backs and the comforting throb of rest,
A question of challenge becomes an answer of what if?
Choosing safe and secure or to leap from that cliff.
From prehistoric stone there was sharpened a point then a spike:
chiselled and engraved and hoisted and thrust,
raised high above men toward a target lofty, afar in a field.
Competitors rose from primordial waters,
harpooning dreams and dripping ambition,
tired and bruised but practiced and hopeful.
Javelin was once rock was once bone was once wood
is now painted is now plastic - from caveman to athlete
from mammoth beater to medal winner.
From grey pebble there became arrow,
from misstep there became podium
and a golden first-place pedestal.
Medal of Honor Horn Haiku
God gave them glory
Presented by President
Medal of Honor
In life found much fame
And for it was recognized
To be seen by all.
This precise order
Always mission, men and me
Safe, sane and secure.
Brave, clean, reverent
Loyal, courteous, kind
Trustworthy, loyal.
Of obedience,
Also, cheerful as can be
For success in life.
Do good turn daily
Be in Order of Arrow
Eagle Scout sometime.
Bay receive Silver Beaver
Guided as a Scout Master
And Weblos Scout.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
No No! He said but twice in his life
It took him away from place of strife.
I ran around the field searching
For him who understood what I had been saying.
Be had had ended his journey at the very top
The icy cold place which in past had him stop.
Challenge is compelling in sport
Most fall in their journey to one spot.
Reconcile in peace cast in Gold
Search on for there isn't just one truth.
In control, in withdrawl and inner silence
There lurks a fountain source of guidance.
Make a mirror of this substance
Look in it for energy for your existence.
Life is precious but living is its consequence
You can, with just a mirror of reverence.
Queen Bess's Uniform
We didn’t want the frostbite
We didn’t want the burns
We didn’t want to leave our homes
And families far astern.
We didn’t like the future
As we grimly sailed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.
We didn’t want the battle
Or the bayonets at night
We didn’t want to lose our lives
In such a distant fight
We didn’t want the air raids
Every moment of the day.
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.
We didn’t want a medal
Or parades in front of crowds
We didn’t go there
Just because we wanted to look proud.
If we’d known then what we know now
We might have stayed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.
I saw on the TV yesterday
that you took home the bronze,
a woman who barely qualified,
whose odds were rather long.
You had the skate of your life,
with lutzes and salchows,
congratulations are in order,
this is your moment now.
And you who won the silver,
I understand your pain,
favored heavy to win it all,
but falling short again.
Edged out by a hundredth,
that must be hard to bear,
but what you have done today
is no reason to despair.
We can’t forget the gold now,
or the media’s new golden boy,
so stoked about victory
that his interviews annoy.
He thinks he is the greatest,
and he proclaims as much,
guess the gold went to his head,
the fans are thinking such.
Yet all his spoiled antics,
and the decadence of fame,
makes me think of a medal
that is much better made,
not won for a mere sport,
or racers out of the gate,
won by men who truly have
accomplished something great.
Won by men with no mini-balls
charging down Little Roundtop,
stabbing at a grey horde
through fire, smoke, and shot.
Won amidst a tribal chorus
of shrieking, shrill war cries
when two American peoples
could not bridge the divide.
Won in the muddy trenches
amidst the gas and poison,
and flying through skies above
to find the Lost Battalion.
Won by that Great Generation,
they’re not made like that no more,
men who charged Iwo’s black sand,
and Normandy’s bloody shores.
Won in the forgotten war,
by a sacrifice at Kangdong,
and in the high elephant grass
fighting tyrant Viet Cong.
Earned in mountains and cliffs
of savage Afghanistan,
won by people who exemplify
the true greatness of man.
This medal is so revered
but it needs to be said,
these heroes rarely wear them,
cause most of them are dead.
It may take some courage
to be the best on a ski,
but it takes so much more
to battle for this country.
I think this when I see them,
young bucks claiming prestige,
can’t expect much perspective
since half of them are teens,
and I do not say all of this
because their gold is not deserved,
I say it so our highest praise
goes to medals made of Honor.
It's both a man's and woman's ultimate dream
to be recognized and be forever exalted
as a champion for that glorious moment;
and it might be a self-induced greed:
to be determined the unforgettable winner,
while the crowds applaud with cheer!
" No medal, no glory! " everyone's motto should be
as they anxiously step on the silent platform...
holding their breath and hoping for a successful outcome,
which will finally reward them with an immortal victory;
and they have longed for that and given it worth,
to make it an instantaneous reality with an intrepid form!
" No medal, no glory! " for the elusive ones who fear defeat,
and have no confidence left to confront a last conflict!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
This poem is dedicated to all the participants
in the Beijing Olympic games 2008
To become good receiver requires your permission,
It’s hard to give aid to a life that needs nothing,
For some “to not have” can seem weakness admission,
And absence is suddenly made into something.
In love, I can choose to “need” all that you offer,
The fact that you offer might be why I want it,
Just letting you into my life makes me tougher,
I exercise empathy, stand on no pulpit.
But gold medal status can’t make one accept gift,
You’re always at choice in accepting, rejecting,
Accepting too much gives a friendship a short shrift,
And love isn't served when a friend is projecting!
For someone to give there’s receiver requirement,
You sense now receiving is also gift giving?
Grace says we can't win points by any endearment,
What contest? Let's move on to loving and living!
The Bible does tell us that "giving is better,"
But 'works never save you' is God to the letter,
For 'giving' tricks some to think they're in control
(Though Grace is in fact only hope for the soul.)
Long Tooth
May 29, 2017