Best Medal Winner Poems

Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of laurel
Where I find myself dreaming in the verdant woodland,
Edging the meadow beyond the cluttered beaver stand.

A canopy of vine-entangled branches,...

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As a seventeen year old competitive swimmer,
the other swimmer I looked up to was Mark Spitz,
he was a multiple gold medal winner,
a wonder in the water, a swimming blitz.

I had Olympic dreams,
my element was the aquatic,
but life took me in another direction, it seemed,
the lure...

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Do not think me overly confident
Because I believe the obvious fact?
Do I come across as arrogant
Because I have thought processes you lack?

Do not yourself be as the ignorant are
Who buy into wild conspiracy theory
Or follow "leaders" who do not care,
Thinking only of themselves, so wearily

I...

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The hallowed evening is deafeningly here
Goblins and witches' loud shrieks are near,
Shelled corn raining down our outer wall
Our whimpering dog is cringing in the hall,
Some snotty-nosed kid bangs on the door
A plastic pumpkin for candy wants even more,
The tiny young princess calls out trick or...

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My sister said, "Let's go dancing.""Not a chance." 
 "I don't know how. I don't know how to dance."

"They give beginner's lessons at The Yellow Rose.”
 "They'll have a live band to keep you on your toes." 

I gave in to her begging and gathered...

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Hallowed evening is deafeningly here
Goblins and witches loud shrieks are near
Shelled corn raining down our outer wall
Our whimpering dog is cringing in the hall
Some snotty-nosed kid bangs on the door
A plastic pumpkin for candy wants even more
The tiny young princess calls out trick or treat
A...

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I stand alone on a hillside barren
Of trees and rocks, and similar thing,
Once they were lush with foliage green
But now they are stripped of everything.
Ancient mountains verdant ripped away
The price of greed more than evident,
By harvesting narrow top seams of coal
Crushing heavy equipment came and...

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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...

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Why do we call hurricane winds acts of God
Instead of calling them acts of nature?
Who is to blame for countless acts of fraud
Shall we lay them at the feet of our culture?

SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"4 Lines" Contest on All Poetry
December 10, 2021
written November 9, 2021...

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As far as my eyes could see were old stones
Storied lives, some remembered, most forgotten,
Once were flesh and blood, now only dry bones.

I wondered how many of them were misbegotten
Their worth now easily assessed with a few zeroes,
Storied lives, some remembered, most forgotten.

No doubt some...

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Can I claim to be Christian without casting judgment
in ways that aren’t Christ-like? Aspiring to faith proves faith’s real?
Or does saying, “I’m Christian,” more grant I’m a sinner
apart from God’s Grace that Christ bought on the cross as it’s price?
Can humility honor self-praise, “I’m disciple?”
Can...

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scarlet beauty peers
through my window each morning
her spirit returns.

January 17, 2021

SILVER MEDAL WINNER
as "Early Morning Visitor"
for Haiku Contest - All Poetry
July, 2021...

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I’ve always been your number two
The person left behind

That person staring at your back
While you’re waiting in a line

I’m your knight in shining armor when the clouds are full of grey
But I’m the coal in your stocking when you awake on Christmas day

I’m your second...

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RuPaul is one of the happiest people I know
Spreading joy and sunshine wherever she goes,
Quick-witted and sharp as a tack they say
She’s worth a few million dollars in residual pay,
[always dresses to the nines, be it female or male]
With hair and makeup to be envied...

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Appealing to my better angels, I try once again
To write a poem which will appeal to the heart,
I pause ever so slightly, wondering where to start
I look out my window, it is beginning to rain.

The droplets are gathering on the windowpane
And I know they are...

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