Best Olympiad Poems
As the Dime Store sirens flared
bolts of irradiated invite,
my query was denied.
Their pimp-striped pilots only moaned,
their lust fueled by encapsulated
stench carried only by toothless carnies
from the canyons. Canyons o’ Crazed Confliction.
And behind… the dull dynamo hum.
I screamed for the Kelp Queen to come to me,
her tresses woven wave-like in the wabe.
My demands were simple.
The scars of the trucker's she must carry
(as war carries death)
for inbreeding has tainted her line.
“Can Omaha be far?” she pleaded
and tugged at my inter-ache
as tin balloons tug with time .
“For you?” I replied in a
flatulent belch.
The boiling madness was by now
beyond the horizon but kept in check
still by the neon dogs crouching by day under the interchange.
It is they who will now stalk the disease plagued ports
I sailed from so many
days
and
images
ago.
Until her kleptic crew of vagrants and priests
sprint with me in postpartum harmony.
Hipsters for TRUTH.
swirling leaves skitter
chasing squirrels on the lawn ~
fall Olympiad
Written October 26, 2022
once a knight named galahad
prayed for an olympiad
walking into a church
the people besmirched
now he is a nom-y-ad.
I strode in, nose in the air, lofty and proud,
Through the grand doors of the horses arena.
Standing beside the rusted rail, assessing the parade
For the eyes of a hardened ballerina.
The show pony on the track, the performer of fast,
The chase from the back, or lead from the front.
Then I saw deep, deep into the stallion, he said he would win,
So on him I placed my first punt.
Last! ! Well that horse was a liar, so young and so green,
His eyes told a dream that he had.
The next parade was now on, the filly’s eyes shone to me,
She was an athletic sprinting Olympiad.
With hands full of urgent, I hastily fired the money from my pocket,
All on horse named Jitterbug.
She came in only seven lengths from the front, yep I know,
I’m the hopeless tragic horse racing mug.
When women argue how men have
More than women have ever had,
That it’s unfair that men can be a
Much faster Olympiad.
They’re playing the victim to the man
Where they’re handcuffed to a womb,
And they alone go through the hell of
Being in the delivery room.
What they don’t get is that men would
Love to grow a living breathing soul,
Instead our only job involves planting
A seed in the small key hole.
So, to compensate, men build towers,
Faster, concrete worldly things we create,
You see, man is a victim of the woman’s body,
The woman’s body that can gestate.
A small boy is playing baseball in a Summer afternoon.
Imaging that some day would be a famous baseball player.
The group of girls are training to compete someday in an
Olympiad.
They played sports for hours to achieve their most desired dream.
Tim hits a home run for first time in his short time of being playing
Baseball.
He runs the nine innings to assure success in his sports life.
Determination is one of the most valuable traits of Tim.
A star is shining, promising to be an unforgettable Baseball player
to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien dream to be famous gymnasts in a far future.
They go to the park every day with Tim to let free their imagination.
Perseverance and discipline will be the factors to fulfill the children dreams.
Time will tell if our protagonists reach their goals in life.
Twenty years has passed in Tim, Christie and Marien lives. They are grown up.
Tim is a famous Baseball player known worldwide. His name appears in the
Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien compete in an Olympiad. Won gold medal in a gymnastic competition.
Reach for the stars. Every worth while deserves to be tried at least once.
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Nayda Ivette
11-19-2015
OLD GREAT GRAND OLYMPIAD Acrostic
Ocean creatures organized overwhelming Olympiad.
Land animals appreciated, approved courtyard.
Dreadful dragons, daredevil dinosaur drunkard.
Great grand gorgeous gone celebration
Rigorous vigorous rattle snake rolled, rang tail- rings.
Elephant arrogant fought haughty hippo, won wrestling.
Aggressive antelope attacked ants, angry ass chased.
Tigers terrified tortoises taking gun, putting paws on triggers.
Grey goat got gold medal galloping on green grass.
Raccoon ragged reindeer ramping running rat race.
All alert expert winners achieved trophies.
Nine naughty notorious narwhales were expelled to neglect rules.
Dear, Donkeys,Dodos, Doves, Ducks were delighted.
Opening orison was displayed by outstanding group of owls.
Lame langur, leopard, lion loitered, leaped on ladder.
Young yeti rode on yellow yak, yawned, yelped.
Mandrill, mammoth, monkey met mouse tickling mermaid.
Peacocks, pigeons, parrots, pelicans proudly participated.
Immodest Incorrigible iguana irritated infant ibex.
Athlete acrobat agitated alligators assembled.
Deaf dumb Dog driving double-decker was declared Champion.
08/21/6
Olympic Mania Contest by Janis Thompson
Among the many,
with their infinite postures to love
postulate the feign of wealth
and the aquisition thereof;
So much to have and so much not,
there is always 'less' than more to hold
and to have
Thine eye is full of witnessing
no gold could buy;
Though endless its glitter ----
a sea of good fortune
A mountain but its footstool too high;
the fool sits unbeknownst on his hill,
blind for silver and all that shines;
They call him 'greed' on whom who fears
the unwritten scripture:
' Among the many, only love champions' a solution'
We have just finished our first leg of an Olympiad.
That's what I call our bodies tangled in motion.
Moisture mingling from sweat and satisfaction,
As our crazed senses long for more of what we just had....
The fading candlelight flickers on our wet skin.
Toes and fingers interlocked, not wanting to be free.
Captivated by a Love which is more than willing to Be,
Driven to a maddening of the senses reaching deep within'....
Your breathing accentuates the rise and fall of your breasts.
My manhood quivers as thoughts of your touch, touch me.
Even if I were blindfolded, every cell in my body would see,
Every fingertip, every stroke of your tongue upon me pressed....
Slowly are those heights reached, yet quickly are the falls.
And after each fall, the need too taste again is an insatiable urge.
As our cells scream for a repeat and the need to merge,
Our Love for eachother answers the call....
Not a word is spoken, but the language is understood.
Heated, smooth wet skin, vibrates from the ensuing friction.
Bringing forth a marvelous rendition of lustful depiction,
Touching everything real, and everything good....
There once was a boy named Brad
Loved to wear a bowtie made of plaid
He looked like a nerd the way he was clad
But he barely knew how to add
Get some sun kept repeating his dad
Couch potato is a real bad fad
There are things to do a whole myriad
Soon when school’s out you’ll be a grad
Time to plan your life, my lad
Gear up to be happy not sad
Sharpen your skills to be had
The last thing you want is a life that’s bad
Motivated, in the paper Brad found an ad
For participants in the Olympiad
He lined up and was glad
'Cause he won a trip to Trinidad
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
You don’t have to be a feminist
to see that the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup
is out to make history
world’s eyes on France as it hosts
the Women's World Cup
the Olympiad of soccer
twenty years since the ‘99 groundbreaker
as USA won the Women’s World Cup
and paved the way for global acclaim
this year more countries than ever competing
twenty four star studded teams of athletes
BBC Sport to provide most extensive coverage
across television, radio and online
an unparalleled worldwide opportunity
to push the drive for equality
and equal pay for equal play movement
the first World Cup since the #MeToo movement
with sponsors and FIFA adding their voices
around the world every woman's victory
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 7, 2019 for contest 2019 FIFA WOMEN’S WORLD CUP FRANCE sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 3RD
He compared her to a north bound twister.
Leveling most everything in her path
On waking hours he rarely missed her
While she was studying courses on math
She was always tanning her skin to bronze
Her path was chaotic on her calling
Of wishes on coins tossed into ponds
She’d make bets on stars that would be falling
When it was time to shine she was a jaguar
Always fighting against the ruthless shade
Living in the moment as a live-wire
Olympiad she was finally made
He adored her with all his tender heart
So now he knew that they would never part
by Paul Keenan
06/15/2011
Sonnets, Sonnets, everywhere!
Born to create, deceived to consume.
We think we are so royal and grand.
Brilliant and creative we do assume.
In truth a wasteland, at best secondhand.
We repeat what has already been had.
Or simply change what someone else has made.
Then stand proud as if an olympiad.
And continue this creative charade.
Remove for one day or even a week
the music and screens to which we are chained.
And you’ll crave distraction an empty soul seeks.
the stimulus that keeps us entertained.
You will loath after just three days alone
those worn out tapes still playing in your head.
That whistle you’ll bemoan as monotone.
And crave anything new that can be said.
Around day 4 you will soon realize
Your inability to just create.
A single original thought give rise,
With your mind so addicted to click bait.
In solitude I am humbled to see,
My peace rests on that which is external,
Rather than what’s been placed deep inside me.
Where a still small voice speaks the eternal.
Like a computer that needs a reboot
We have to unplug and turn off the noise.
Wake up your self ready to execute,
A masterpiece, which robot life destroys.
Ted liked to ride the rodeo,
it made him feel alive inside,
but he never had that much luck
taking bulls on eight-second rides.
He wanted to reign like his friends,
take home some of the prize money,
so he doubled-down and he placed,
made the top three regularly.
Still, he did not top the rankings,
dnd he was not so pleased with that,
until the day a small cowboy
came to ask for Ted’s autograph.
Stunned at the sheer admiration
in the eyes of that tyke tow-head,
Ted supposed that he should be glad,
not many men bat .300.
Pedro had a gift for making sales,
he could sell sand to desert states,
was going for a big bonus,
the money he could almost taste.
But it went to a co-worker,
who had notched up just two more sales,
Pedro went home in a foul mood,
to his girlfriend, and he railed.
Until he heard a phone message,
fe brother Juan had been let go
from his baseline clerical job,
he he’d survive, he didn’t know.
Juan had barely made thirty K,
so Pedro could no longer see red,
and thanked God he still had the chance
to go out and hit .300.
Chen was said to be the smartest
person in all of his high school,
the kind of knowledge that made all
of his teachers appear to be fools.
At the Physics Olympiad
he thought he’d be regional best,
but Chen’s ego was smashed that day,
he only came in second-best.
You have to see a geek enraged
to appreciated it fully,
then getting fast-food driving home,
Chen ran into his old bully!
The job had truly beaten him down,
and later when Chen went to bed,
he felt quite thankful that his mind
was able to bat .300...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Rose Ladies
Lovely ladies, Tiggywinkles, to my garden return
Good as Gold after absence from winter’s sojourn
Shirley’s Bouquet – blue tipped rose acclaimed
American Beauty a winner proclaimed
Spicy perfumes from Brandy - First Love -
Calls Whisper out - petals of white like mourning doves
Midas Touch gown glows bright as Sugar Moon
Queen Mother, Sunburst in Carousel swoons
Ketchup and Mustard ready for a Garden Party
Hot Cocoa in Sterling Silver served up so smartly
The Dark Knight looks out for purple Intrigues
Neptune on guard coming from twenty leagues
Swan ladies so graceful tell of Sutter’s Glory
See constellations and pale Virgo’s story
Olympiad sighs for races with stallions
Gold, silver, Bronze Star – precious Medallions
Shares Anna’s Promise, Tiffany’s First Prize
As Just Joey and Blue Girl in Iceberg fantasize
With Peace they arrive, some in Tropicana dress
A Double Delight, Mr. Lincoln, to beauty confess.
These are the roses that grace, and have graced, my garden with a few minor exceptions.
3-10-21
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