Best Medals Poems
Out of the ether once came a small child
who hoped to one day fly thru the air.
Diligently applying herself, learning a style,
performing higher leaps, tapping the rare.
She performed somersaults, all in her stride,
with greater and more intelligent ease.
Winning honors and gold medals worldwide,
winning hearts with technical expertise
She became the world's new daring upstart
"sensational, uncanny, never fails,"
They didn't care that she led with her heart
and began to believe all of the tales.
As heroes may do, she took a misstep
and stumbled as the world was looking on.
the fault came not because she was inept,
the world on her shoulders became too strong.
A lesson to be learned: tho brave they are
some athletes just barely more than a child.
We expect all heroes to be bright stars
so we can foster their dreams for a while.
We forget they're human, just as we are
with mightier longings and goals, perhaps.
We must forgive occasional dimmed stars,
help them stand if they sometimes collapse.
He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled eyes now glinted!
He belonged to a generation
That sacrificed its fragile youth,
And traded it for our defence;
For freedom and for truth.
Although a very modest man
Who accepted his war-torn lot,
He wanted the world to remember,
All the others left to rot.
A past filled with campaigns like his,
Couldn't easily be put aside,
Though through many a tortured memory,
God only knew how he'd tried.
Don't ever forget this brave soldier,
Who now struggles to pull on his vest,
For if you forget the alive and with medals,
You'll surely, never remember the rest!
This is a story that goes back some twenty years
To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer
I worked with the older Olympians who were kind of rough
Caring for them by other volunteers was a job just too tough.
They were sixteen through eighteen and didn’t know their own strength
To keep them under control took me to mental and physical lengths
There were eight young men in my group this Olympic day
I was the only volunteer willing to work with them when the games got under way.
Keeping them together and where they were supposed to go
Required lots of cunning and running by this guy they called Coach Joe.
They worked me ragged and kept me at my wit’s end
But within the first hour we were all best of friends.
They liked to hug me and squeeze me and wrestle me to the ground
Always slugging me and hitting me every time I turned around
They were strong as an ox and didn’t know how easily they could hurt
I got bumps and bruises, one busted lip and was all covered in dirt.
As the medal ceremony began indicating the games were coming to an end
I was exhausted and spent and ready for my body to go home and mend
My Olympians got medals that made them all so happy and proud
They loved hearing the spectators cheering so wondrous and loud.
As I watched from the bench they gathered in a huddle
What were they up to now? I was a little befuddled
Then one by one they took their medals off and walked my way,
Placing them over my head; “Thank You, Coach Joe”, is what they would say.
Their parents and guardians had tears in their eyes
I’ve never been more touched by a simple surprise
Then we all held hands and the Olympic Song we did sing
For me, in my life, this was the sweetest of things.
Gold Medals Wanted...
At this point in time, it is a worrisome time when Malaysia as a country fumbles....
Economics, politics and a divided people are part of her myriad set of troubles...
In sports Malaysians generally sought relief and belief, and a little pride...
It is shocking but the facts are out and Malaysians need to quicken our strides..
We are devastated, we were shamed when UAE soccer boys hammered ours 10-0....
Our bastion of pride, Datuk Nicol David the ever energetic Duracell Bunny....
Was dislodged from her record 109 months' reign as Woman Squash Number 1 recently...
Our aging Datuk Lee, despite his playing years battle in badminton still for our country's pride...
But the years have taken its toll on his invincibility and Malaysians must accept he is on a downward slide....
Together with the our Bunny squash queen, they each try their very best to honour the country....
All Malaysians take awesome pride each time the national anthem is played loud and clear...
The anthem proudly proclaims a patriotic Malaysian who has battled tooth and nail to ultimately prevail..
Everytime a sporting son or daughter of Malaysia makes it to the winner's podium..
For now , Malaysians have heroes and heroines in squash, diving and badminton...
But our nation demands many more from its citizens, for the country to forge on...
For the elusive quality of a unified people is achievable and obvious in sporting glory...
Unified in spirit, pride and fame, Malaysians can pull together and weather all storms....
So, children of Malaysia, go for gold in all kind of sports in order a troubled Malaysia can reborn...
Go, Malaysia, go, go for gold! With your exploits, Malaysia is again a nation whole!
Awards and Recognition
They patted selves on their very own back;
They do have all things which we will lack;
Am so sore,
We are poor,
Live in towers while we survive in a shack.
Many things medals and awards are about;
Who is the one who can give the most out;
Never sure,
Or can endure;
In whole system we do have much doubt.
People are upset like a boiling over kettle;
May meddle with system regarding medal;
Should correct,
Need for respect,
And this subject we should start to settle.
This could also apply to gerrymandering.
A new battle has become part of the game plan.
Who can give out the most awards and medals?
My company and the commander looks the best
when he gives out the most medals and awards.
Here is what I did so I could make mockery of
the system.
I had prepared my own request for the Army
Commendation Medal for my ownself. We were
in the final formation at Annual Training. The
actual Washington Army National Guard
Adjutant General was giving out awards. He
came up to me and was in the process of giving
me my award. He started reading the narrative.
He was about half the way through with the
narrative. He stopped and with a big smile said
that no one else in the world could have written
and prepared this other than me. The whole
Battalion broke out laughing. That was the most
meaningful experience I ever had in my carreer.
This is all absolutely true and correct. I had been
preparing awards for soldiers for over 20 years,
and this was a reflectiob of it.
James Thomas Horn
Personnel Administrator
Company C 3d Battalion 161st Infantry Mechanized
Washington Army National Guard (WAARNG)
17230 NE 95th
Redmond, WA 98052-3226
It is no longer in existance. WAARNG headquarters
is about three miles away from the AMTRAK Train
crash in Dupont, Washington. This is the longest
entry I have ever made. Characters remaining are
less than 700.
DPAA Hymn for Fallen Soldiers
by Michael R. Burch
Sound the awesome cannons.
Pin medals to each breast.
Attention, honor guard!
Give them a hero’s rest.
Recite their names to the heavens
Till the stars acknowledge their kin.
Then let the land they defended
Gather them in again.
When I learned there’s an American military organization, the DPAA (Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency), that is still finding and bringing home the bodies of soldiers who died serving their country in World War II, after blubbering like a baby, I managed to eke out this poem.
Each of us is a warrior:
For earthly survival,
For the Lord of our soul.
What determines the time of service
For each individual warrior?
Conscription? Consumption?
Was this culprit a volunteer?
An honorable discharge
Is really all the old warrior seeks.
In the end the medals and commendations
Don't matter
As iconoclasts, gathering dust at the last.
In the material form they represent
Symbols, of the warrior's human achievement,
Rusting, deteriorating, without a hint
Of what they originally meant.
Value not the icon,
But hold it close to your heart.
It represents the culmination of humanity,
And your memory of it, the most precious part.
You ask to know my history
What part of me is best
What were these medals given for
All worn upon my breast.
This one is for bravery
This one is for injury
This one is for gunnery
This one's for artillery.
This one is for nibs and quills
This one is for paperbacks
This one's for the daffodils
This one's for my screws and tacks.
This one's for the ice cream van
This one's for it's tires
This one's for the garbage can
This one's crimped with pliers.
This one is for candy canes
This one is for showers
This one's for losses and gains
And this for magic powers.
This is for a dog that bites
This one's for the bloody mist
This last one is for who recites
Then slays the hearer of this list.
Looking at the mirror....
I saw some lines,
some strands of grey.....
I panicked
but when i looked
again keenly.......
My heart got
filled with warmth
I thought
These are the medals
bestowed on me
by my life........
They are the signs
that day by day
I am richer
with experiences,
with knowledge,
with love,
Thinking about this
I smiled at my reflection
Fixed my attire
and walked off
with a confidence,I never had before...
OYLMPIC MEDALS-
Olympus’s memory told with a long told history of games,
A long list of contests and all the winners names.
Gigantic proportions held at the equator each fourth year,
Winners to leave with a sum and a medal to hold dear.
World politics split the Olympic Games into sections,
Communist threat spread, and it was decided on segregation.
All voted it was best just to stay here at home,
Then it was split, China stayed there we went to Rome.
Our version of the Olympics were held separately in different towns,
Across many nations with secrecy it was bound.
Take heart amid violent storms
Triggered by others' ignorance;
For elephants ignore all worms
Who coil under its titanic might.
Swim on to that higher clime
Where giants dine and wine;
For all closer shores promise
No treat above common line.
Strive for the luminous sun
Or hurtle down into oblivion;
Forfeit sure ground's safety
On which no medals shone.
And pine not over stale waters
That neither luck nor tiptop wit
May recoup despite their clout;
Chase fresh prize with iron grit.
Another medal of honor! What did I do? Asked the stork.
You are a beacon of hope, you bring the light.
We wait for you, wondering, and you deliver.
I only do my job as God intended, said the stork.
It is more than enough, the new parents said.
Pinning another medal of honor onto his chest.
Let's all celebrate
Motivate and innovate
Let's all have incredible fun
The one that will last more than a lifetime
Every four years, it is that time
Again and again, let's us sprint, jump, run
Like happy rabbits, like flying cheetahs
Let's us enjoy all sports and the hoopla
Let's witness and win the gold medals
Many records will be broken
It is about doing our best and to have fun
Let's bring the torch, the flowers and the petals
Let's bring the doves, the love and the sandals
These are the Olympics, let's unite forever
And laugh all the way to the river
The bikers are coming, the rowers are here
Let's have the party of the century
Let's watch the volleyball players
Invite the drunkards and the smokers
Who are already sadly out of breath
Let's pray that they don't see an early death
Let's win the medals
And decorate the stadiums with lights and petals
May the world remain beautiful
Where there are no weak losers, only strong winners
May the world remain peaceful and wonderful
Where there are no lousy losers, only lovely winners.
Copyright © July 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I just won a medal
I wasn’t in a war
I think it’s made of gold
I don’t know what it’s for.
I’m shocked at what it weighs.
They threw me a parade
I got an honorary degree
Jimmy Fallon had me on TV
now everyone recognizes me
My old friends say I’m fickle
by the paparazzi I am heckled
I was notified that it’s ‘taxable’
It seems that it’s quite valuable
I was afraid it might be stolen
so I put it in the Smithsonian.
Now that I’m not wearing it
people have started to forget
now no one buys me drinks
or cares about what I think.
I’m no longer on the Wheaties box
fame was a drug and I’m in detox
The whole thing was bizarre,
should I do ‘Dancing with the Stars’?
or simply let it go - fadeout gracefully?
I think anonymity suits me.
winning his ticket home dishonorably, the victor lies in a ditch
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